sped for breath, dragging myself along at a quick pace.The little imp ran a few steps with me, then jumped back in fright and exclaimed, "How can there be a ghost prison here!""It's not a ghost prison...om the thing he had fallen on. He almost fainted, ignoring the shards of glass in his hands and collapsing next to me, shouting: "Help—help me—""Be quiet," I whispered.He bit his lips and cried out in...