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“I don’t think ghosts hurt anyone,” you whisper to jenny. “They just scare people. Besides, how can we hunt a ghost if we’re always running?” Jenny grips your belt, and the two of you start up the stairs step by step. You close your eyes a moment, hoping the ghost will go away but it doesn’t it seem to become more and more solid. You can see the lines etched in its face. Its hollow dark eyes seem to be tunnels to nowhere. You can read the expression on its face. You feel as if it’s deciding what to do to you. Jenny is still clutching your belt. You take another step, but you’re really not thinking. The laughter of the ghost rings in your ears. Your eyes are focused on your feet, which feel increasingly heavier-as if they are about to become rooted. When you look up, the ghost is only two steps above you. It seemed huge. “Jenny” you whisper hoarsely, “it’s not solid. We can make it.” Pulling jenny by the hand, you step up to the ghost –and through it. Turn to page 48
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