Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of the Haunted Suitcase

One minute my suitcase was open, the next there was a strange noise, and — the lid was closed...

Then, all of a sudden, something inside stirred...

Scared witless, I slowly took one step ahead and another and another — until, sweating profusely and trembling, I stood right in front of the haunted piece of luggage...



A quick glance inside made the blood freeze in my veins: Inside was a wild and dangerous beast frothing menacingly at the jaws...



A few moments later, the wild and vicious beast leaped out of the suitcase, raced across the room like a bat out of hell, and darted into a dark corner, where it wailed like a cornered demon from the depths of the infernal regions...