room.
âWhat is wrong with him?â Dora raged as she andRobbie followed Oliver back upstairs. âWe knew he was going to be a tough scare, but this is ridiculous!â
Robbie almost snickered. But that would have made Dora madder. She was already mad enough.
âShawn?â Oliver called as he entered his room. âSpooky?â
The Doberman scrambled to his feet, his tongue lolling from his mouth. Robbie eyed the dog warily. He didnât want to be jumped through again.
Oliver patted the dogâs head. âSpooky, whereâs Shawn?â
âRuff,â Spooky answered.
âYeah, right,â Oliver muttered. âIâm asking a dog. But still. Where did Shawn go? That skull face in the game must have spooked him.â He shook his head. âYou know, he sure gets scared easy.â
âUnlike some idiots,â Dora muttered.
Robbie hid a smile. It looked as if Doraâs big scare had fallen pretty flat.
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âWhatever you do, it canât possibly be better than my scare,â Dora declared when they were back in the attic.
âYour scare,â Robbie repeated sarcastically. âIt worked so well. Hah.â
âHey. I heard you scream!â
Robbie felt as if he were turning red, even though ghosts canât blush. âWell, you just surprised me, that was all.â
âYou were scared,â Dora said. âAdmit it.â
Robbie gazed at his big sister. âOkay. I was scared. But so what? Oliver wasnât. Not even for a second!â
Dora frowned. âFor my next scare, Iâll try something bigger.â
âNo fair,â Robbie protested. âItâs my turn next!â
Dora crossed her arms and smirked at him. âYou might as well give up and let me take the next turn. You know you canât come up with anything better than my amazing computer glitch.â
âOh, yeah?â Robbie yelled. âJust wait! Just wait until tonight! Iâll give him nightmares so bad, he canât wait to wake up, and when he wakes up, itâll be worse!â
Dora shook her head. âYou pale excuse for a ghost! What happened last night? âMy little sister is having nightmares!â What makes you think tonight is going to be different?â
âYouâll see,â Robbie countered. He was so mad at Dora, he wanted to spit. But ghosts canât do that either. âJust you wait. Youâll see!â
He didnât know yet exactly what she would see.
But he was going to come up with something huge!
10
R obbie never prepared more carefully for a haunt in his whole afterlife.
But it would be worth it. He had plans. Big plans!
He wished he knew some of Doraâs special tricks though. Heâd feel more sure of himself.
Never mind. He had plenty of his own tricks up his sailor-suit sleeves!
From his perch on top of Oliverâs dresser, Robbie watched Oliver turn out the light and pull up the covers.
Spooky strolled over to the desk. He turned around three times and then lay down.
Robbie didnât start his scare right away. It was always better to begin haunting when people were shaken up and confused.
Waking them out of a sound sleep with wild noises was one of the best ways to shake them up!
Robbie thought over his stunts, rehearsing them in his mind while he waited for Oliver to fall asleep.
This kid sure tossed and turned a lot!
Why did he keep fiddling with his sheet?
Maybe I should go ahead and start now, Robbie thought. Maybe Oliver would be scared enough.
No. Stick to the plan! Robbie scolded himself. He forced himself to wait.
Finally Oliver was breathing long and slow. Robbie drifted above Oliverâs bed. Yup! He could hear soft snores. Time for the scare to begin.
Robbie tuned his voice and his sound effects so that only Oliver could hear them. Then he groaned.
Just a little groan to start out. To kind of ease into it. Sneak into Oliverâs dreams.
Robbie
Stephanie Pitcher Fishman