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close all by themselves,” she replied.
    I gasped—as the door behind Roxanne opened and closed by itself.
    “That’s right, Sammy,” Roxanne said. “It does make you lose your breath when you think about it.”
    The door opened and closed again.
    Very funny, Brent! I thought.
    “And they say the books float right off the bookshelves,” Roxanne continued.
    Brent began juggling three of my schoolbooks behind Roxanne’s back. Round and
round they went, with the middle one always popping up—right over Roxanne’s
head!
    I couldn’t help myself. I started to laugh.
    “What’s so funny, Sammy?” Roxanne frowned at me.
    I raised my hand to point behind her. But the books floated back to the
shelf.
    I sighed. “Nothing.”
    “Good. Because this is not funny. I’m very serious about this report.
I want it to be the best. And I want you to take great video shots to prove the
ghost of Hedge House really exists!”
    My video camera floated up from the floor, aimed itself at Roxanne’s back—and I burst out laughing again.
    “SAMMY!” Roxanne jumped up angrily. “Quit it!” she shouted. “I’m going to
strangle you if you don’t stop laughing! This report means a lot to me. It’s not
just the grade. If I really do find the ghost, it’s going to make me famous!”
    “Huh?” I stared at her.
    Roxanne took a deep breath. Then she continued. “They say the ghost really hates light. They say if a light shines on
him, he explodes into a rage—and destroys anything that is in his path.”
    I heard a soft squeak.
    I glanced around the room—and saw the light-bulb in the ceiling fixture
turning. Turning all by itself.
    Brent is standing on my dresser, I realized. He’s unscrewing the lightbulb!
    “Roxanne, quick!” I shouted. “Look up at the ceiling! See that? Now do you
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    “Do you see it, Roxanne?” I jumped up from my chair—really excited. Now
Roxanne would have to believe me!
    I pointed to the lightbulb as it slowly turned in the socket—by itself!
    “See!” I shouted. “Now you believe me—right? It’s the invisible kid!”
    I spun around. I couldn’t wait to see the amazed look on her face!
    Roxanne wasn’t amazed.
    In fact, I couldn’t even see her face.
    She was kneeling down, head bent, gathering her books up from the floor.
    I glanced back up at the ceiling. The lightbulb wasn’t turning anymore.
    “Roxanne! Why didn’t you look?” I cried. “You missed it! You should have
looked when I told you to!”
    “I should have picked a different partner,” Roxanne groaned. “I’m tired of your dumb jokes, Sammy!”
    I collapsed back into my desk chair.
    Roxanne balanced the stack of books in her arms and headed for the door. “Oh,
I get it!” She whirled around to face me. “Now I understand what you’re doing.”
    “Huh?”
    “If you don’t want to come with me to the haunted house—just say so!”
Roxanne said. “You don’t have to make up these stupid stories.”
    Roxanne was angry.
    I usually enjoy making Roxanne angry. But not this time.
    “An idiot,” she mumbled under her breath. “You must think I’m a total idiot.
I’m leaving now, Sammy. I’m leaving you— and your invisible friend!”
    Then she stormed out of my room.
    “Are you still here, Brent?” I asked, searching around.
    No answer.
    I jumped up from my chair.
    “I know you’re here, Brent. Why did you do that to me?” I clenched my fists
into two tight balls. “Why didn’t you show Roxanne that you were here?” I cried
angrily.
    Silence.
    “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry I yelled. I didn’t really mean to yell at you, Brent. I just wanted Roxanne to believe me.”
    I sat back down in my chair.
    I took a deep breath.
    “Did you hear me, Brent? I said I was sorry.”
    No answer.
    “Please answer me,” I pleaded. “I want to talk to you. I want to find out
more about you!”
    The room remained silent.
    Brent was gone.
    For good?

 
 
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    Did Brent really