The ghost dog (dedikált példány) [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONE The first time I only saw its face. Out of the darkness it came floating towards me. It had evil red eyes. Blood poured out of its mouth. It was the ugliest, most horrible thing I had ever seen. And I'd brought it to life. I'd thought it was only mad scientists in stories who could create monsters. Not ten-year-old boys like me: Daniel Grant. Don't ask me how I did it. I'm still not sure. I certainly never meant it to appear at my spooky party. * * * 7