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?” I asked. “Don’t you think it’s a little nutso to keep every issue of TV Guide for the past five years? So what if Mr. Bell is a little weird. Weird can be good.”
    Jason sat back and folded his arms, unconvinced. “I still say that guy’s way off the deep end. He’s a lot more than just weird. He’s insane. Certifiable. Sort of like you.”
    I let that pass. I suddenly had an idea. “What time is it?” I asked.  
    Alan looked at his watch. “Five thirty. I gotta get home. My Mom has dinner ready at six on the dot every night. If I’m not there the dog gets it.”
    “I gotta get home, too,” I said. “But I have an idea. Wesley, can you pick everyone up after dinner? I think—”
    “Sorry, no can do,” Wesley interrupted as he slowed down in front of Alan’s house. “I gotta work on my history project. Mr. Stafford called my Mom, told her if I didn’t ace this project I’d get a “D”. My Mom went ballistic. She’s gonna be pissed I didn’t come right home today.”
    I sat back and frowned, defeated before I even began. Jason looked at me and frowned before speaking. I think he was still a little annoyed that I didn’t agree with him about Mr. Bell being a total ding bat. “Why? What’dya wanna do?” he asked.
    I let out a breath before I answered. “I want to go back to the school tonight and see the ghost again,” I said.
    There was silence in the car for a moment. Alan had already opened the door and had started to get out; he stopped half in and half out of the car and looked at me as if I was crazy. They were all looking at me, slightly astonished. “Why would you want to do that?” Alan finally asked.
    “I’m not so sure it’s a real ghost,” I said. I hadn’t really known I was going to say that. It just suddenly popped out, springing out of nowhere.
    “What are you talking about?” Jason asked, an annoyed edge to his voice. I think he thought I was just trying to be difficult or something. He was getting more and more cross with me every time I opened my mouth.  
    I wasn’t exactly sure what I was talking about. But there was something gnawing at the back of my mind, something Mr. Bell said that just didn’t seem right somehow . . . I just couldn’t put my finger on it yet. But it was there. I’d figure it out sooner or later. “I just want to take another look at the ghost,” I finally said. “None of us really looked at it. You guys ran like rabbits.” Jason and Alan both quickly looked away from my eyes; I wasn’t looking at Wesley, but I bet he did the same thing. And Jennifer and I were too scared to really take an objective look at it. Maybe it’s not a ghost. Maybe it’s something else.”
    “Like what? Space aliens? You are as nutso as that Bell guy!” Jason said angrily, sitting back and folding his arms.
    As Alan continued getting out of the car I got out of the back seat and got into the front seat, leaving Jason and Jennifer in back. Jason didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look at me. He just sat there with his arms folded across his chest.
    I mumbled: “You’re such a jerk, sometimes!” and then I didn’t say another word. No one did. Alan closed the door and Wesley put the car in gear and made straight for my house, even though Jennifer’s house was slightly closer. No one said a word when the car pulled up in front of my house and I got out of the car and walked to my front door.
    As I opened my front door I glanced back at the car, but Wesley had already put the little red bug in gear and it was pulling away with a tiny cloud of blue smoke hanging around its tail pipe. I couldn’t really see Jason; he was just a dark shape in the back seat.

 
    Chapter 7
     
    My teacher is a ghost!
    “Self,” said I, “this is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done in your whole life!” I’d like to say that I don’t talk to myself often, but that’s not really true. I talk to myself a lot. Some people say that’s not normal, but I think