"AH!" I yelled and ran down the hallway.
"Aunt Dahlia! Aunt Dahlia!" I took the corner on one leg, almost crashing into table that had been thoughtlessly placed there and opened the door to Aunt Dahlia's bedroom.
She was seated at her dressing table, combing out her hair. She stopped what she was doing when I entered the room.
"Bertie? What is the matter? You look as though you've seen a ghost." She said, true auntly concern audible.
I mutely shook my head and climbed up into her lap, knowing full well I was too old to go climbing into people's laps.
She looked at me a bit odd then started rubbing my back in smoothing circles.
"You've been reading Hound of the Baskervilles, haven't you?"