The Haunting of Swallow Cave

This haunting tale of mystery and intrigue, twists and turns as two modern day teenage cousins untangle a 350 year old island mystery.  A real Nahant, Massachusetts tale about Witch Wonderful, the Narragansett Indians driven from their land on Cape Cod during the King Phillips War of 1675, and four kids trying to find out what went wrong.  Can they decipher the witch’s incantation? What exactly happened to Witch Wonderful on that fateful day in 1675, and why did history get so mixed up?  It involves two kids from Florida, two Island girls, one Dunkin Donuts Café, and a haunted cave so perilous that it can only be accessed during very low tide. The setting is a mile long island, eight miles north of Boston, surrounded by jagged cliffs, white sandy beaches, and a spooky apparition who walks the shores near Swallow Cave at sunset.  This is a mystery that only Z-Dawg, the brainiac teenager and his love struck cousin, TW, can solve.  What happens next is unbelievable!  Read on! 
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Chapter 1 "School's Out!"

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School’s Out!

Zack turned off his personal television embedded into the seat in front of him as the plane banked to the right off the coast of Massachusetts, revealing a small, narrow island. From the sky, it looked like two large bumps connected by two strips of land. He strained to peek out the plane’s window, almost elbowing his cousin TW. 

“There’s Nahant!” Zack said.

It almost looked surreal from the plane’s tiny, portal of a window, a 1.2 square mile island surrounded by all that water and almost in the jet’s pathway.  As the plane descended into Logan International Airport in Boston, Zack got this funny feeling in the pit of his stomach.
 

 

He was an adventurer, and every summer at Grandpa’s Cape Cod style house in Little Nahant was an adventure.  He had practically taken over the island last year.  Grandpa told him stories of pirates and ghosts, and he couldn’t wait to see what would happen this summer.

He roamed the entire island last year, hiking up and down hills on Little Nahant and Big Nahant until the street lights came on.  That was Grandpa’s signal to be back home, and since the sun rose at 4:45 am in the morning and didn’t set until almost 9:00 pm at night, he had been able to do lots of exploring!

At 13 years old, and growing taller by the minute, Zack planned to eat a ton of donuts at the Dunkin Donuts Café at the bottom of the hill. He also planned to get in shape for the traditional Fourth of July 5K run around the island. No more books, no more hot sticky Florida weather, no more little sister for the summer, and bonus, his older cousin TW who was 16 ½ years old came with him.  TW’s dad lived in a little town on the New Hampshire border, about 40 miles to the north of Nahant, but Zack and TW vowed to stay on the Island as much as possible this summer.

Zack, the brainiac, was entering eighth grade in the fall and a straight A student.  He was also voted the best athlete in seventh grade.  His dad gave him the nick-name Z-dog when he was a baby, and it stuck. He was as fierce as a junk yard dog on the basketball court. Whenever he scored, Dad would scream out, “It’s the Zack Attack… Go Z-dog!” This, of course, was super embarrassing but cool at the same time.

After Grandpa mentioned the legend of Swallow Cave last year, Zack decided to do some preliminary research on witches and strange happenings at Swallow Cave in Nahant before he came up. Zack planned to check out things at the spooky cave.  His radar was up, and he instinctively knew this would be his best summer ever.  TW was entering his junior year of high school, and he had just gotten his license.  Maybe Grandpa would let TW borrow his car, just around the island. 

Zack looked down on the island from the plane and thought about having some kind of adventure this year. Little did he know just how those words would come back to haunt him.