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Chapter Two
It didn’t take me long to decide that I was going to have to
go back to The End Shelf and ask Tucker some more questions. I
didn’t really have much time to think about it while I was at work
the next day, except a little in the slow time between ticket sales.
Then, when I came home from the movie theater smelling like a
mixture of popcorn and disappointed audiences, I found it wasn’t
going to be so easy to push it from my mind.
The second I walked through the door, I saw that there was
something standing between me and my beloved shower. That
something was in the form of my ten-year-old brother, who literally
leapt from the couch the moment I stepped inside.
“Chelsea! Tell me about the ghost hunting class!” He wore
my mother’s huge smile plastered across his face as he bounded over
to me. At his side was the skinny black frame of Trouble, who
knocked his head into my knees and wagged his feathery tail. The
dog was all short hair except that tail and some fuzzy tufts around
his ears.
As I bent down to scratch our dog’s shoulders, Gunner
grinned at me expectantly. “Did they teach you about the advantages
of different types of EMF meters? Cell sensors?”
“Yeah, probably. I mean, they told us a lot. I think Dad is
probably going to remember more than I am.” I tried to move past
him so I could at least make some progress toward the bathroom,
but Trouble stayed pressed tightly against my knees.
My brother was not about to be deterred so easily. “Well, tell
me what you do remember! Dad is working late again. I don’t know
when I’ll see him again to ask him. Come on, Chels. I’d have killed
to be able to go!”
“Really? You’d kill someone?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Yes. Then I’d have a ready-made ghost.” He fought to hide
the smile that was threatening to burst forth again.
“That has bad idea written all over it.” I stepped right over
the dog, but instead of heading for the shower, I plopped down on
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