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and
reached for him.
    Dave screamed. The sound rang off the living room walls.
    “Move!” Ron shouted. He jumped up to pull Dave back. “Now!”
    The two brothers dashed frantically around the far side of the couch and ran across the living room. Dave darted into the hall. Ron shot past him and sprinted up the stairs toward their parents’ room.
    “Mom! Dad!” he yelled.
    Dave stopped. All his senses were screaming at him to get away. But still, he turned around back toward that ghostly figure.
    The man stood by the fireplace. Half in shadow, half in lightfrom the window. He leaned against the mantel, as if he needed it for support.
    He wasn’t staring at Dave anymore. Instead, his head hung down. Dave heard him let out a great big sigh. Then, as Dave watched, the man lifted his head. His mouth twisted, as if he was in pain. On his cheeks, something glimmered.
    Tears,
Dave thought.
    The ghost was crying.

     
    “Okay, guys,” Lyssa Frye said. She hung up the phone. “I think we’ve got a new case.”
    “What’s up?” Jason asked.
    Grant turned his desk chair. “Yeah. Tell us. What’s the story?”
    Jason and Grant were at their desks in the TAPS office. The rest of the TAPS team gathered nearby to hear about this latest case.
    “I just got off the phone with a woman named Joyce Sandstrom,” Lyssa explained. “She lives with her family just outside New York City. Her house is really old.”
    Quickly, Lyssa glanced down at the notes she took during the phone conversation. “It was built in the early 1770s.”
    Grant’s eyes lit up. “Wow,” he said. “That’s before the Revolutionary War.”
    Both of the TAPS founders loved history. It was actually one of the things they loved best about investigating. To them it was a way to learn about the past and to connect with it.
    “What does Mrs. Sandstrom say is going on, Lyssa?” Mark Hammond asked.
    “Both Mrs. Sandstrom and her two sons, Ron and Dave, have heard footsteps in the house. In the living room and the front hall. They also report seeing a man standing by the fireplace. And once, they saw him at the front door.”
    “They’ve actually
seen
something?” asked Mike.
    “Yep.” Lyssa nodded. “The only person in the family who
hasn’t
seen the ghost is Andrew Sandstrom, the father.”
    “How are the boys doing with all this?” Jason asked. “How old are they?”
    Lyssa knew that Jason and Grant always took tips from younger people seriously. That’s because kids are often more open to paranormal experiences. They often see ghosts when grown-ups see nothing at all.
    “The boys are thirteen and ten years old,” Lyssa answered. “According to their mother, they’re doing pretty well.”
    She grinned. “Joyce told me her younger son, Dave, is into ghost hunting. He watches the show every week. Often, the rest of the family joins him. Dave is making a report for the team.”
    “Nice.” That made Grant smile.
    “The Sandstroms would like us to come as soon as possible,”Lyssa continued. “I checked our calendar. We could go as early as Wednesday.”
    “Sounds good,” Grant said. “Let’s make it happen.”

     
    “We thought you’d want to have this right away,” Dave said. He held out a file folder. Jason took it. Dave was sitting across from him. On the front of the folder, in big bold letters, it said:
     
CASE FILE #1
    OUR INVESTIGATION
    BY RON AND DAVE SANDSTROM
     
    “Thanks, guys,” Jason said as he opened the folder. Grant leaned in to read over Jason’s shoulder. The TAPS team and the Sandstroms were all gathered in the family’s living room. It was kind of a tight fit.
    On the outside, the house seemed pretty big. Two floors, painted white with dark green shutters. Three windows looked out on the street from the upper floor. But inside, the rooms felt small, and the ceilings were definitely lower than Lyssa liked. She had a problem with tight spaces.
    People were definitely shorter in the 1770s,
she thought.
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