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happened when we got to the landing. Fang was sleeping on top of one of the old chests there. As we walked past, the chest raised itself up, hovered for a few seconds, then set off along the landing, heading for the stairs. Fang woke up and looked really surprised. But he looked even more surprised when the chest hurtled down the stairs like a toboggan. Fang was great—he sat up and he looked like he really enjoyed the ride. But the chest didn’t do so well; it landed with a smash, split open, and a bunch of old tennis balls escaped and rolled everywhere. But Fang didn’t mind. He skidded across the hall, shot straight under the monster chair by the clock, and lay there with his tongue hanging out watching the tennis balls.
    The last thing we showed Mathilda, Ned,and Jed was the ghost-in-the-bath-bathroom. We were all looking at the bath wondering whether at long last we would see the ghost-in-the-bath when a moldy sponge hit Wanda on the back of the head. She wasn’t hurt, as it was only a sponge, but she got green fuzz all over her hair. I thought it was funny, but Mathilda glared at Ned and Jed, who were hanging around with their hands in their pockets. “Ned, Jed—that’s enough ,” she said, annoyed. “Go away and find someone else to chuck sponges at.”
    I thought that was weird. I hadn’t seen Ned and Jed even touch the sponge. As far as I could tell, the sponge had decided to throw itself at Wanda.
    Ned and Jed didn’t say anything. They grinned like two naughty boys who had been caught and disappeared through the bathroom paneling—which leads into the secret passage that goes to Sir Horace’s secret room. I wondered what Sir Horace would think about his visitors. I hoped he wouldn’t scare them too much.
    Wanda hadn’t said anything since the sponge hit her, but I could tell she was going to once she thought about it. Wanda is like that. She sometimes spends a long time thinking before she says something, especially if she is in a bad mood, which is different from the way I am. I say stuff straightaway—really loudly.
    But Wanda didn’t wait too long this time. “Ned and Jed are poltergeists, aren’t they?” she said.
    Mathilda nodded.
    I was so impressed. Wanda is not nearly as dumb as she looks. I remembered what Uncle Drac told me about poltergeists. He had grown up with one in his castle. It had been very annoying—it used to throw all his sheets and blankets around, which is why he sleeps in a sleeping bag now.
    â€œWhy did you bring them?” Wanda asked Mathilda.
    Mathilda looked a bit awkward, I thought. “I had to,” she said. “They come everywhere with me.”
    â€œWhy?” asked Wanda.
    â€œIt’s a long story.” Mathilda sighed.
    â€œTell us,” Wanda and I said together. “Please.”
    Mathilda sat on the edge of the bathtub and said, “All right, then. It’s a little scary, though.”
    â€œGood,” I said. Wanda didn’t say anything, but she made me sit next to her on Sir Horace’s treasure chest.
    Mathilda began. “You know my parents run the Spookie Ghost Removal Service, don’t you?” she asked.
    â€œYou mean they take people’s ghosts away ?” I was amazed that anyone would actually want to get a ghost removed from their house—although I could see that Edmund might get a bit annoying after a while. But the thought of someone taking Sir Horace and Fang away was not nice at all. I love having ghosts in Spookie House—it would be really awful without them.
    â€œYes, their job is to take ghosts away,” said Mathilda. “And recently they have been really busy. Anyway, one dark and stormy night—”
    â€œOoh,” whispered Wanda. She shuffledup really close to me.
    â€œOne dark and stormy night,” said Mathilda, “my parents were called out to a big old house in the middle of the wild, wild