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I?"
"You, Jimmy, are right where you need to
be right now."
Gasp moved closer and reached out his hand,
as if he wanted me to shake it.
I don't know why, but I reached out my hand,
took his, and shook it. It was surprisingly strong and, despite his
see-through appearance, felt just like anyone else's hand.
"Welcome to Ghost Town, Jimmy. We've been
waiting for you."
Chapter Seventeen
The only ghosts I'd ever known had always
been on TV, or in movies, or the books I'd read. They'd remained
footless beings draped in white sheets, in my imagination, for my
entire life until about five minutes ago.
Ghost Town? I thought. I wasn't even sure I believed in the
possibility of ghosts being a reality until I saw (and heard) Gasp
standing in front of me all see-through and chatting like this was
just another day for him.
Ghosts? Was this all some really weird dream that I was
bound to wake up from and be back in my room resting on my bed, my
head on the pillow? Ghosts?!
The thought of David and
Trex flashed through my head again as I tried to compose myself and
deal with the reality (or at least the seeming reality) of the
situation.
I ran my hand through what little hair I had
and shook my head slowly as if that were going to bring me the
answer I was clearly searching for.
"My guide?" I asked and
gave Gasp a sideways glance. "Guide to what exactly?"
Gasp chuckled and looked slowly around the
room before his eyes settled back onto me.
"All your questions will be answered in
time, Jimmy."
Gasp moved toward the door and motioned with
his hand for me to follow him.
"I think now, though, we should probably
find your dog and your friend David. Wouldn't you agree?"
I nodded in agreement and followed Gasp to
the door.
"Follow me," he said and
proceeded to float right through the door. Well, I obviously wasn't going to be
able to follow him like that. Or was I? Hmm... Who
knows what's actually possible here...
So, in my earnest attempt to "follow" Gasp,
I proceeded to walk straight into the door, smacking my nose into
its stiff wood.
Gasp stuck his head - yup, just his head -
back through the door, and chuckled a bit.
"Unless you're a ghost, Jimmy, I suggest you
use the knob there."
"Funny," I said and shot him a crooked
look.
Gasp's head disappeared back through the
door and I reached down, grabbed the knob, turned slowly, and began
inching the old, wooden thing open.
When the door was finally open just enough,
I peeked out my head, saw Gasp standing (floating?!) there.
"Well," he said. "Let's get going, sir!"
I spun my head around and peered down what
appeared to be a never-ending hallway. It was lined with doors, and
small sconces hung on the walls, every few feet, lighting the
way.
There was an old, red and yellow carpet that
ran the length of the hallway and looked like something you might
see in a hotel in an old movie.
"Where are we going?" I asked. "There are so
many doors."
"Just follow me, Jimmy," said Gasp as he
turned and started down the enormous hallway. "We're going to find
your friends."
* * * * *
If this is Ghost
Town , I thought, where was my mother? The idea of my
mom possibly being there and the thought of actually seeing her
again was one of the only things keeping me somewhat calm in this
situation.
The chance, however
slight, that I might be able to see my mom again was the one thing
keeping me from telling Gasp to get me the hell out of Ghost Town right now !
But was that really
possible? Was there really even an off chance that I might be able
to find my mom? Talk to my mom? Hug my mom? I really wasn't sure just what was possible here in
Ghost Town but it's something that I intended to find out as soon
as possible.
"So," I said to Gasp as he
started to lead me down the long hallway. "What exactly is this
place?"
Gasp stopped in his tracks
and turned to me. He didn't look angry, but he certainly didn't
seem pleased with
my line of questioning. I guess he was just banking on my
"You, Jimmy, are right where you need to
be right now."
Gasp moved closer and reached out his hand,
as if he wanted me to shake it.
I don't know why, but I reached out my hand,
took his, and shook it. It was surprisingly strong and, despite his
see-through appearance, felt just like anyone else's hand.
"Welcome to Ghost Town, Jimmy. We've been
waiting for you."
Chapter Seventeen
The only ghosts I'd ever known had always
been on TV, or in movies, or the books I'd read. They'd remained
footless beings draped in white sheets, in my imagination, for my
entire life until about five minutes ago.
Ghost Town? I thought. I wasn't even sure I believed in the
possibility of ghosts being a reality until I saw (and heard) Gasp
standing in front of me all see-through and chatting like this was
just another day for him.
Ghosts? Was this all some really weird dream that I was
bound to wake up from and be back in my room resting on my bed, my
head on the pillow? Ghosts?!
The thought of David and
Trex flashed through my head again as I tried to compose myself and
deal with the reality (or at least the seeming reality) of the
situation.
I ran my hand through what little hair I had
and shook my head slowly as if that were going to bring me the
answer I was clearly searching for.
"My guide?" I asked and
gave Gasp a sideways glance. "Guide to what exactly?"
Gasp chuckled and looked slowly around the
room before his eyes settled back onto me.
"All your questions will be answered in
time, Jimmy."
Gasp moved toward the door and motioned with
his hand for me to follow him.
"I think now, though, we should probably
find your dog and your friend David. Wouldn't you agree?"
I nodded in agreement and followed Gasp to
the door.
"Follow me," he said and
proceeded to float right through the door. Well, I obviously wasn't going to be
able to follow him like that. Or was I? Hmm... Who
knows what's actually possible here...
So, in my earnest attempt to "follow" Gasp,
I proceeded to walk straight into the door, smacking my nose into
its stiff wood.
Gasp stuck his head - yup, just his head -
back through the door, and chuckled a bit.
"Unless you're a ghost, Jimmy, I suggest you
use the knob there."
"Funny," I said and shot him a crooked
look.
Gasp's head disappeared back through the
door and I reached down, grabbed the knob, turned slowly, and began
inching the old, wooden thing open.
When the door was finally open just enough,
I peeked out my head, saw Gasp standing (floating?!) there.
"Well," he said. "Let's get going, sir!"
I spun my head around and peered down what
appeared to be a never-ending hallway. It was lined with doors, and
small sconces hung on the walls, every few feet, lighting the
way.
There was an old, red and yellow carpet that
ran the length of the hallway and looked like something you might
see in a hotel in an old movie.
"Where are we going?" I asked. "There are so
many doors."
"Just follow me, Jimmy," said Gasp as he
turned and started down the enormous hallway. "We're going to find
your friends."
* * * * *
If this is Ghost
Town , I thought, where was my mother? The idea of my
mom possibly being there and the thought of actually seeing her
again was one of the only things keeping me somewhat calm in this
situation.
The chance, however
slight, that I might be able to see my mom again was the one thing
keeping me from telling Gasp to get me the hell out of Ghost Town right now !
But was that really
possible? Was there really even an off chance that I might be able
to find my mom? Talk to my mom? Hug my mom? I really wasn't sure just what was possible here in
Ghost Town but it's something that I intended to find out as soon
as possible.
"So," I said to Gasp as he
started to lead me down the long hallway. "What exactly is this
place?"
Gasp stopped in his tracks
and turned to me. He didn't look angry, but he certainly didn't
seem pleased with
my line of questioning. I guess he was just banking on my
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