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Shawnâs mouth opened wide in a silent yell. His eyes were huge behind his glasses.
The checkers lifted from the board and twirled around the room.
The table started spinning faster and faster. Oliver and Shawn spun around it in the other direction.
âWhoa!â Oliver cried, trying to reach somethingâanything! His heart pounded. âNo! Stop!â
He couldnât reach the floor!
He couldnât even grab the table!
âOh, man!â Oliver moaned. The room whirled by him.
He ducked as Shawnâs foot nearly caught him on the chin. He glimpsed Shawnâs terrified face.
Spinning . . . spinning. . . . He was getting dizzy.
Iâm going to lose it, Oliver thought. Toss my cookies.
Thenâwham! He fell. He slammed to the floor. He landed right on his rear end.
âYeeowch!â he yelped. That hurt!
Shawn thudded down right next to him.
A shadow loomed over Oliver.
He glanced up.
Oh, no! His heart stopped beating.
The coffee table!
It was falling right toward him!
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âN o!â Robbie shrieked. Horrified, he watched the table plunge toward the boys. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. But there was nothing he could do to stop it.
âAhhhhhhhhh!â Oliver screamed. He quickly rolled toward the couch. The table clonked him on the side of his head.
Robbie squeezed his eyes shut. He couldnât stand it!
Crash!!!
Dora let out a bone-shattering howl.
Thenâsilence.
Oh, no, Robbie thought. I donât even want to know what happened.
But he had to find out. Slowly, so slowly, he forced his eyes open.
And immediately wished he hadnât.
Dora hovered beside him, her hands covering her mouth. She was trembling.
Robbie glanced at the floor.
Oh, no!
The table must have crushed Shawn! Flattened him! Robbie couldnât even see Shawnâs feet poking out. He must have been smashed right into the floor!
This was terrible. Terrible!
They never meant to kill anyone!
Especially someone they werenât even trying to haunt!
âWhat have you done?â Robbie yelled at Dora. âWhy didnât you stop?â
âWhy didnât you help me?â Dora wailed.
âHelp you!â Robbie cried. âYou never want me to help you! You always think you can do everything!â
âI know,â Dora whimpered. âI thoughtâbut I couldnâtâit was just too much all of a suddenâ
âAll of a sudden,â Robbie moaned. âWhy did you drop the boys and then the table? Why didnât you drop the table first?â
âDonât you think I wish I thought of that?â Dora cried, her hands shaking. âOh, Robbie. This is so horrible!â
Robbie hovered over Oliver. Oliver lay crumpled on the floor, his eyes closed. Robbie floated down beside Oliver and knelt next to him.
Was he dead too?
What were they going to do now?
Neither Robbie nor Dora had enough energy left to lift a feather.
What if Oliver were still alive but needed a doctor?
They couldnât even call an ambulance!
And Shawnâno! Robbie didnât even want to think about that.
Robbie sat back on his heels and shook his hands.
He was so panicked, he didnât know what to do!
Oliver groaned.
He was alive!
Robbie heaved a huge sigh of relief.
At least one of them was alive!
*Â *Â *
âOh, my head!â Oliver groaned, and sat up. His brain felt scrambled. He peered around.
Rain streaked down the windowpanes. The house was dark except for a couple of living room lights.
Why was the coffee table upside down on the floor?
Oliver rubbed the back of his head. He felt a bump swelling up like an egg just in back of his right ear.
âOuch,â he muttered.
Checkers littered the rug near him. A big pottery mug lay on its side, with a long splash of hot chocolate leading from its mouth across the carpet toward the fireplace.
And the stupid coffee table was upside down!
What
Shawnâs mouth opened wide in a silent yell. His eyes were huge behind his glasses.
The checkers lifted from the board and twirled around the room.
The table started spinning faster and faster. Oliver and Shawn spun around it in the other direction.
âWhoa!â Oliver cried, trying to reach somethingâanything! His heart pounded. âNo! Stop!â
He couldnât reach the floor!
He couldnât even grab the table!
âOh, man!â Oliver moaned. The room whirled by him.
He ducked as Shawnâs foot nearly caught him on the chin. He glimpsed Shawnâs terrified face.
Spinning . . . spinning. . . . He was getting dizzy.
Iâm going to lose it, Oliver thought. Toss my cookies.
Thenâwham! He fell. He slammed to the floor. He landed right on his rear end.
âYeeowch!â he yelped. That hurt!
Shawn thudded down right next to him.
A shadow loomed over Oliver.
He glanced up.
Oh, no! His heart stopped beating.
The coffee table!
It was falling right toward him!
17
âN o!â Robbie shrieked. Horrified, he watched the table plunge toward the boys. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. But there was nothing he could do to stop it.
âAhhhhhhhhh!â Oliver screamed. He quickly rolled toward the couch. The table clonked him on the side of his head.
Robbie squeezed his eyes shut. He couldnât stand it!
Crash!!!
Dora let out a bone-shattering howl.
Thenâsilence.
Oh, no, Robbie thought. I donât even want to know what happened.
But he had to find out. Slowly, so slowly, he forced his eyes open.
And immediately wished he hadnât.
Dora hovered beside him, her hands covering her mouth. She was trembling.
Robbie glanced at the floor.
Oh, no!
The table must have crushed Shawn! Flattened him! Robbie couldnât even see Shawnâs feet poking out. He must have been smashed right into the floor!
This was terrible. Terrible!
They never meant to kill anyone!
Especially someone they werenât even trying to haunt!
âWhat have you done?â Robbie yelled at Dora. âWhy didnât you stop?â
âWhy didnât you help me?â Dora wailed.
âHelp you!â Robbie cried. âYou never want me to help you! You always think you can do everything!â
âI know,â Dora whimpered. âI thoughtâbut I couldnâtâit was just too much all of a suddenâ
âAll of a sudden,â Robbie moaned. âWhy did you drop the boys and then the table? Why didnât you drop the table first?â
âDonât you think I wish I thought of that?â Dora cried, her hands shaking. âOh, Robbie. This is so horrible!â
Robbie hovered over Oliver. Oliver lay crumpled on the floor, his eyes closed. Robbie floated down beside Oliver and knelt next to him.
Was he dead too?
What were they going to do now?
Neither Robbie nor Dora had enough energy left to lift a feather.
What if Oliver were still alive but needed a doctor?
They couldnât even call an ambulance!
And Shawnâno! Robbie didnât even want to think about that.
Robbie sat back on his heels and shook his hands.
He was so panicked, he didnât know what to do!
Oliver groaned.
He was alive!
Robbie heaved a huge sigh of relief.
At least one of them was alive!
*Â *Â *
âOh, my head!â Oliver groaned, and sat up. His brain felt scrambled. He peered around.
Rain streaked down the windowpanes. The house was dark except for a couple of living room lights.
Why was the coffee table upside down on the floor?
Oliver rubbed the back of his head. He felt a bump swelling up like an egg just in back of his right ear.
âOuch,â he muttered.
Checkers littered the rug near him. A big pottery mug lay on its side, with a long splash of hot chocolate leading from its mouth across the carpet toward the fireplace.
And the stupid coffee table was upside down!
What
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