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though I know itâs not going to do anything. âDaniella!â I say, trying to keep my voice quiet so that I donât wake my dad. âStop it!â
But to my surprise the shadowy figure in the corner is not Daniella. Itâs a woman, about forty years old or so, and sheâs looking through my bookshelf, scraping my books back and forth as she goes. Wow. She must be a really strong ghost. Two thirty in the morning or not, the fact that she can move books is impressive. In fact, I donât think Iâve ever seen a ghost that could do that.
I swallow. Usually Iâm not scared when I see ghosts, because theyâve just always been there. But something about this one is a little . . . intense. The way sheâs moving those books is kind of creepy. Like I said, Iâve never seen a ghost do that before. She must have some serious unfinished business, to have all that energy. And sheâs not even looking at the books. Sheâs looking at me.
âGo away,â I say, and put my head under my pillow again. I try to keep my voice even so she wonât be able to tell how freaked out I am. âIâm already busy, so, um, youshould find someone else to help you.â Itâs not even a lie. The last thing I need is another ghost bothering me. I have my hands full with crazy Daniella. Not to mention that Iâm supposed to be getting my beauty sleep so that I can be ready to get asked out on my very first date ever tomorrow. I close my eyes tight and try to calm my heart, which is suddenly beating really fast.
But the ghost doesnât go away. She floats over to my bed. Sheâs actually very fashionable, wearing skinny jeans and a tunic in a dark gray swirly pattern. Her hair is swept back off her face, and sheâs wearing tons of long necklaces.
âYou,â she says, and points her index finger at me. â You need to be on the green paper.â She sounds very . . . sinister, and my heart catches in my throat.
âHi,â I say. âUm, Iâm really sorry, but Iâm already in the middle of solving one mystery. So Iâm afraid Iâm going to have to ask you to ask someone else for help.â I have my covers pulled all the way up to my chin, and I cross my fingers under the blanket, hoping sheâll go away.
âADD YOURSELF TO THE GREEN PAPER,â she says, her voice getting all screechy.
âIâm sorry,â I say firmly. âBut I donât know what that means.â
âYou,â she says again. âKendall. You must be on the green paper.â My heart is beating so fast, it feels like itâs going to come out of my chest, and my mouth goes dry.How does she know my name? I wonder if I should scream for my dad. But what would I tell him? That a ghost is freaking me out? But maybe if he came into my room sheâd go away.
I sit up and get ready to scream, but before I can, the ghost disappears. I collapse back against the pillows. But Iâm so keyed up that I canât go back to sleep. I lie awake for a long time, and the only way Iâm finally able to fall asleep is by keeping the light on all night.
Chapter
6
When I wake up the next morning, I decide to do my best to put what happened last night right out of my head. I have enough going on, thank you very much, without worrying about some creepy ghost.
Still, itâs easier said than done. I keep thinking about the ghost while I get dressed for school, about how she was so insistent that I add myself to the green paper. Iâve never had anything like that happen to me before.
Whatever, I think as I do my hair for school. Ghosts are always saying things that donât make sense. Most of the time theyâre completely out of their minds. I mean, look at Daniella. She canât remember anything about her life, and sheâs always talking about things that are slightly nonsensical.
Besides, I look way too cute to be
But to my surprise the shadowy figure in the corner is not Daniella. Itâs a woman, about forty years old or so, and sheâs looking through my bookshelf, scraping my books back and forth as she goes. Wow. She must be a really strong ghost. Two thirty in the morning or not, the fact that she can move books is impressive. In fact, I donât think Iâve ever seen a ghost that could do that.
I swallow. Usually Iâm not scared when I see ghosts, because theyâve just always been there. But something about this one is a little . . . intense. The way sheâs moving those books is kind of creepy. Like I said, Iâve never seen a ghost do that before. She must have some serious unfinished business, to have all that energy. And sheâs not even looking at the books. Sheâs looking at me.
âGo away,â I say, and put my head under my pillow again. I try to keep my voice even so she wonât be able to tell how freaked out I am. âIâm already busy, so, um, youshould find someone else to help you.â Itâs not even a lie. The last thing I need is another ghost bothering me. I have my hands full with crazy Daniella. Not to mention that Iâm supposed to be getting my beauty sleep so that I can be ready to get asked out on my very first date ever tomorrow. I close my eyes tight and try to calm my heart, which is suddenly beating really fast.
But the ghost doesnât go away. She floats over to my bed. Sheâs actually very fashionable, wearing skinny jeans and a tunic in a dark gray swirly pattern. Her hair is swept back off her face, and sheâs wearing tons of long necklaces.
âYou,â she says, and points her index finger at me. â You need to be on the green paper.â She sounds very . . . sinister, and my heart catches in my throat.
âHi,â I say. âUm, Iâm really sorry, but Iâm already in the middle of solving one mystery. So Iâm afraid Iâm going to have to ask you to ask someone else for help.â I have my covers pulled all the way up to my chin, and I cross my fingers under the blanket, hoping sheâll go away.
âADD YOURSELF TO THE GREEN PAPER,â she says, her voice getting all screechy.
âIâm sorry,â I say firmly. âBut I donât know what that means.â
âYou,â she says again. âKendall. You must be on the green paper.â My heart is beating so fast, it feels like itâs going to come out of my chest, and my mouth goes dry.How does she know my name? I wonder if I should scream for my dad. But what would I tell him? That a ghost is freaking me out? But maybe if he came into my room sheâd go away.
I sit up and get ready to scream, but before I can, the ghost disappears. I collapse back against the pillows. But Iâm so keyed up that I canât go back to sleep. I lie awake for a long time, and the only way Iâm finally able to fall asleep is by keeping the light on all night.
Chapter
6
When I wake up the next morning, I decide to do my best to put what happened last night right out of my head. I have enough going on, thank you very much, without worrying about some creepy ghost.
Still, itâs easier said than done. I keep thinking about the ghost while I get dressed for school, about how she was so insistent that I add myself to the green paper. Iâve never had anything like that happen to me before.
Whatever, I think as I do my hair for school. Ghosts are always saying things that donât make sense. Most of the time theyâre completely out of their minds. I mean, look at Daniella. She canât remember anything about her life, and sheâs always talking about things that are slightly nonsensical.
Besides, I look way too cute to be
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