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do-nothing guys. They took action. Even Ron knew that. Because the truth was, he was interested in Grant and Jason’s investigations, too. He just didn’t talk about it all the time like Dave.
    “What’s the EMF meter doing?” Dave asked.
    “What are you talking about? We don’t
have
an EMF meter,” Ron said.
    “No, but you brought the compass, didn’t you? It does the same thing. If it goes crazy, it means…” Dave said the next part slowly because he wanted to get it right. “It means the electromagnetic field is changing. So, if the compass goes crazy, it means a ghost is nearby!”
    Ron shone his flashlight down at the compass.
    “Nothing happening,” he reported. “It’s holding steady.”
    Dave leaned in so he could see it, too. Then, as the boys watched, the needle on the compass jumped! Dave gasped. It was just a little jump at first. The needle wiggled as if it couldn’t make up its mind which way to go. Then it began to swing back and forth.
    “Oh, wow,” Dave murmured. “I don’t believe this!”
    “Is it getting colder in here?” Ron asked.
    All of a sudden, Dave realized he was shivering. He’d thought it was just excitement. Now he knew it was something more. It was very cold in the living room. A whole lot colder than when they first got here.
    “Whoa,” he said. “You’re right. That could mean a ghost has entered the area.”
    “Wait a minute,” Ron interrupted. “What’s that sound?”
    Dave held his breath and listened
hard.
    That’s when Dave felt it. The grip of icy fingers wrapping around his arm. Dave jumped at least a foot.
    He tried to scream, but he couldn’t.
    His throat was totally closed up as if it were being squeezed shut by a giant fist.
    The grip on his arm got tighter.
    “Ron,” he finally choked out. “The ghost. I think it’s got me!”
    “That’s just me, moron.”
    Dave looked down. He saw that it was Ron’s hand gripping his arm. He yanked his arm away, ready to give Ron a hard punch. But he stopped when he saw the startled look on his brother’s face.
    “Listen,” Ron whispered. “I think I hear something.”
    Dave swallowed hard. He heard it now. He heard the strange sounds, too.
    Step, drag. Step, drag. Step.
    Step, drag. Step, drag. Step.
    “Footsteps,” Dave whispered. The room was freezing now.
This cannot be happening. It just can’t be. I’m about to see a ghost!
    Step, drag. Step, drag. Step.
    “That’s the same sound I heard the last time,” Ron whispered. “I think it’s him. It’s the guy!”
    Step, drag. Step, drag. Step.
    “I hear footsteps,” Dave whispered. “They’re coming closer!”
    Step, drag.
    Closer.
    Step, drag.
    Closer.
    The footsteps came straight at Dave and Ron.
    “Why’s he coming this way?” Dave whispered. “Who is he? What does he want?”
    “I don’t know,” Ron answered. “That’s pretty much the problem.”
    Dave ducked lower behind the couch. “Where is he? Can you see him?”
    “Of course I can’t see him,” Ron replied. “I’m behind the couch, just like you are. If we want to see him, we’ll have to stand up.”
    No way!
Dave thought. All of a sudden, he caught a glimpse of the compass.
    “Ron, check it out. The compass is going nuts.”
    Step, drag. Step, drag. Step.
    “He’s right on the other side of the couch!” Dave cried.
    Dave looked at his older brother. Ron was frozen in place. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
    It’s up to me,
Dave thought.
Up to me to be brave, just like Jason and Grant.
Slowly, Dave reached up to grip the top of the couch. He stood up.
    There was a man on the other side of the couch. A man who wasn’t supposed to be there! Who could
not
be there!
    In the dim light coming in from the front window, Dave could see that the man’s face was pale. He had deep, dark eyes. They glowed eerily, locked on Dave’s eyes.
    Who is he?
Dave wondered.
What does he want?
    Then, as Dave watched in frozen horror, the man lifted one arm