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Then it hooked him on one pointed antler of the moose head over the fireplace. And there Malcolm hung, like a wet sock.
    The specter detector went silent. The light dimmed and disappeared. And just as Malcolm’s breathing slowed, a brilliant flash filled the room. A giant spot appeared before his eyes.
    â€œWhat was that?” he yelled.
    Dandy flipped on the flashlight and aimed it at Malcolm’s face. “Didn’t you want me to take a picture?”

CHAPTER ELEVEN
WINDING DOWN

    â€œH ow’d you get up there?” Dandy asked.
    Malcolm shook his head. “You didn’t see? You didn’t hear?”
    Dandy shrugged, then he looked around until he found an old broom to help get Malcolm loose from the moose.
    Malcolm couldn’t believe his underwear could stretch that far! He wondered if any was left covering his behind. With the help of the broom handle, he managed to pluck the elastic free and fall to the ground.
    â€œLet’s go!” he yelled.
    After the boys snatched up their things, including the specter detector, Dandy ran for the front door.
    â€œIt’s locked,” Malcolm said. “We’ll have tofind another exit.” But Dandy turned the handle and the door opened with a gentle squeak.
    Wasting no time, they raced out the door, scampered over the rickety porch, trudged through the weedy walkway, and jumped the wobbly picket fence. They didn’t stop until they reached Malcolm’s front yard, where they collapsed on the lawn, gasping and groaning.
    â€œWhat were we running away from?” Dandy asked.
    Malcolm buried his face in this hands. “I can’t believe you didn’t see it or hear it.”
    â€œI saw the light on the ghost detector blinking,” Dandy said. “It blinked and blinked and blinked . . .” Dandy’s eyelids relaxed and he stared off in a trance.
    â€œIt must have hypnotized you!” Malcolm said. He snapped his fingers in front of Dandy’s eyes to wake him up.
    â€œAnyway,” Dandy continued, “the next thing I knew, you were hanging from that moose.”
    Malcolm stood up and looked at his bottom. The elastic of his underwear was drooping over his pants. “Let’s go in,” he said.
    Dandy stared off down the street. “All this ghost hunting has made me tired. I think I’ll go home.”
    Malcolm watched as Dandy drifted down the sidewalk like someone sleepwalking. He disappeared around the corner.
    Malcolm still had the jitters when he slipped into his house. Even though Dandy had gone, he still had the feeling he wasn’t alone. He was being watched. Had someone or something followed him home?
    He moved quietly to his lab to put away his equipment. As he reached the basement door, he met with another shock. Cocoa was blocking the way, hands on her hips, and her mouth tight as a wire.
    â€œWhere is it?” she growled.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWhere is my blow-dryer?”
    Malcolm’s shoulders sank. He was in no mood to deal with her tonight. “I’ll get it in the morning,” he said.
    â€œLook at my hair! It looks like a heap of spaghetti. I need my blow-dryer! Get it tonight!”
    She screamed so hard that Malcolm could see clear down her throat. “Okay, okay,” he said. “I’ll put it in your bathroom.”
    Cocoa stormed away, slamming her bedroom door.
    The excitement of the evening wore off, and Malcolm’s feet suddenly felt like bricks. He trudged down the stairs and put his equipment away. He found Cocoa’s blow-dryer where Dandy had hidden it. He looked at it for a moment, then pulled out his specter detector.
    Hmmmmm . . . An evil thought crossed his mind. Herbert McBleaky wasn’t the only practical joker in town. He slipped in and out of Cocoa’s bathroom with a devilish grin.

CHAPTER TWELVE
PAYBACK

    M alcolm had a night full of weird dreams where he was chased by ghosts, his sister, and a large moose.