Harvey's Marvelous Monkey Mystery [antikvár]

1 In which a mystery begins I was having a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare, because I knew I was in bed, sleeping, but my eyes were wide open, and they were fixed with horror on my bedroom window. It was that quiet spooky time just before the sun comes up, when you think the darkness will never end, and nobody in the worid is awake, except you. In my nightmare, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the large branch of the big oak tree that just bmshes against my window, where a thing slowly swinging back and forth. I didn't know what it was. It appeared to have a hairy white face and chest. I could even see its sharp teeth when it pulled back its lips. I