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itself. It’s a ghost ! The evil camper ghost! Alicia wasn’t making it up!”
    Katie remembered how scared of ghosts Chelsea was. She wanted to show her that she wasn’t a ghost at all. She was just a little, hungry raccoon.
    Katie struggled to climb out of the shirt. But the more she rolled and wriggled to get free, the more she got tangled in Alicia’s big camp T-shirt.
    “The ghost is going crazy!” Chelsea cried out.
    “Chels, calm down,” Katie heard her counselor’s voice. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
    Suddenly Katie heard a loud whirring noise. Chelsea screamed again. Her hair dryer was in her left hand. A blast of hot air shot right at Katie.
    “What are you doing?” Shannon shouted.
    “I’m trying to blow it out of here!” Chelsea shouted.
    “You’re blow-drying a ghost?” Shannon asked, amazed.
    “I thought you said there were no such things as ghosts?” Chelsea demanded.
    “There aren’t,” Shannon said. “I just meant that . . .”
    At just that minute, Katie managed to poke her little raccoon head out of the neck of the shirt.
    “AHHH!” Now it was Shannon’s turn to scream. “It’s a raccoon! I hate raccoons!”
    Shannon could scream even louder than Chelsea. The loud shouts, the whirring of the hair dryer, and all that hot air were making Katie very scared. Her baby raccoon heart was beating fast. She dropped the cookie, wriggled out of the shirt, and jumped up on top of one of the beds.

    “Get out! Get out!” Shannon screamed, picking up a broom and trying to shoo Katie to the door. Katie leaped out of the way of the swinging broom and scrambled across the floor, knocking over a trash can as she ran.
    “Get out! Get out!” Shannon shouted again.
    Katie gulped. Her counselor was swinging the broom wildly. She didn’t care if she hit Katie or not.
    Of course, Shannon didn’t know she was Katie. She thought she was a raccoon. Not that that made it any better.
    Katie had to get out of there, and fast! She leaped up onto a top bunk and looked for a way to escape.
    There was only one way out—through the windows. But they weren’t open. And she had no time to figure out how to open the latch with her paws. So Katie escaped the only way she knew how.
    Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. In an instant Katie had used her sharp raccoon claws to tear a hole in the screen window. A hole just big enough for a raccoon to slip through.
    And in a moment Katie was free!
    But Shannon was right behind her.
    “Raccooooon!” she shouted out.
    “Raccooooon!”
    Luckily, Katie spotted the hollow log where she’d been snacking a few minutes before. She leaped into the hole and pulled her head down low.
    It was cool and damp inside the log. And if Katie wasn’t mistaken, there was something crawling up and down her leg. It was gross in there. But at least she was safe.
    At least for now.
    A few moments later Katie heard voices outside her log.
    “I’m not sure where that raccoon went, but it better not show up again,” Katie heard Shannon say.
    “Yeah, it better not,” Chelsea echoed. “I’m just glad it wasn’t a ghost. But it sure disappeared like one.”
    “It’s probably hiding in a tree or a hollow log,” someone answered Shannon. Katie thought she sounded like Carrie, the nature counselor. “The thing is, raccoons won’t usually go near people unless they’re sick or frightened,” Carrie explained to Shannon and Chelsea. “That’s why I always tell kids to stay away from them. If a kid gets bitten by a raccoon, it means a trip to the hospital.”
    “This raccoon did seem a little crazy,” Shannon said. “It wasn’t acting like a normal raccoon.”
    Katie frowned. That was for sure. Maybe because this raccoon was actually a ten-year-old girl!
    “Don’t worry, I’ll catch it,” Carrie assured her. “I’ll put a little peanut butter in this trap, and sooner or later the raccoon will come out to get it.”
    “You won’t hurt the raccoon, will you?” Chelsea