Buried Treasure by Chantel Barton # It rose ahead like one of those old, crooked mansions that were haunted by hungry old ladies and headless old men. Druid’s Park. “Come on, Drew!” Donnie yelled, his ten-year-old legs gaining speed. “Keep up!” “It’s haunted” said Drew, panting between words. “I know it is.” “Yea” said Colin,...