R. L. Stine_Mostly Ghostly 03 Read Online Free PDF

about ghosts. I mean, I knew the truth about ghosts, and he didn’t.
    As we walked home from school, he kept talking about what a sucker I was for believing the special effects in the haunted house. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to tell Aaron the whole story of how I really was haunted. And this time I wouldn’t leave anything out. This time I’d make him believe me.
    I told him about Nicky and Tara. How they showed up because they used to live in my house. How they’re dead, they’re ghosts and they don’t know why, and they don’t know where their parents are. And how I’m the only one who can seethem. And how they want me to help them find their parents.
    I told Aaron the whole story. It just spilled out of me. I don’t think I took a breath. And then I stopped walking and turned to him. And I said, “Well? Do you believe me?”
    I waited … waited for his answer.
    He stared at me through his swim goggles. And finally, he said, “Yes. I believe you, Max.”
    I was so happy—for about three seconds.
    Because then Aaron added, “And guess what? Godzilla lives in my basement. I sneak food down to him all the time.”
    He laughed so hard, he fell backward into the snow. Howling at the top of his lungs, he rolled around and around in the snow, very pleased with his dumb joke.
    Oh, well.
    Aaron is my best friend. But I guess you can’t expect best friends to believe everything you say.
    Heavy clouds lowered in the afternoon sky. It was dark as night. The streetlights had come on early. They made the snow sparkle.
    We reached Aaron's block. “When are you going to return the camcorder?” he asked. I had borrowed it after the haunted house disaster.
    “You can have it back tomorrow,” I said. “I just want to check out what's on it. You know, youleft it on. You were so scared, you forgot to stop recording.”
    “I wasn’t scared,” Aaron said. “I wanted to capture every moment on video.”
    Yeah, sure.
    I waved good-bye to Aaron, turned onto my street, and started to jog. I was cold from head to foot. I rubbed my nose to try to get some feeling into it.
    I checked my watch. I couldn’t wait until five o’clock. I had a study date with Traci Wayne. An actual study date with the most beautiful, most popular, most
awesome
girl in school—maybe in the universe!
    That morning, Traci had stopped me in the hall at school and asked if she could come over. I was so excited, I couldn’t speak. I had to write my answer on the wall.
    Traci Wayne in my house? Did that mean she
liked
me?
    My house came into view across the street. I started to cross over—then a sharp blast of pain shot through my body.
    Something smashed hard into the back of my head.
    I staggered forward for a step or two. Then my legs gave way, and I fell facedown into the deep snow.

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    THE PAIN SLOWLY FADED. I heard laughter behind me.
    I raised my head from the snow, slowly turned—and saw the two worst kids at Jefferson Elementary. Willy and Billy, the Wilbur brothers.
    These two brothers are big, freckle-faced, redheaded, blubber-bellied, fat-fisted, boneheaded tough guys. Everyone hates them. Even their parents can’t stand them. They make Billy and Willy sleep in the garage.
    For some reason, the Wilbur brothers are always in my face.
    At school, they like to run up behind me in the hall and jerk my shirt up out of my pants. They give me really painful wedgies in the locker room before every gym class. They trip me on the stairs and when I’m carrying a tray in the lunchroom.
    I know they’re the ones who filled my locker up to the top with boiling-hot water. I can’t prove it, but I know it was the Wilburs.
    And now here they were, giggling and hee-hawing at the top of their lungs and heaving ice balls at me right outside my house.
    I struggled to my knees. “Hey, guys. How's it going?” I always try to treat them as human, even though they’re from a lower species.
    Billy ran up and smashed a snowball into my