Casper: I begged and begged my dad to give me this sled, but he acted like I couldn't even have it, because I didn't know how to ride it. But then one morning, I came down for breakfast and there it was, just for me, for no reason at all. I took it out, went trenó, andar de trenó all day. And my dad said "that's enough" but I couldn't stop, I was having so much fun It got late, got dark, got cold...and I got sick, and my dad got sad. Kat: What's it like to die? Casper: Like... being born, only backwards. I remember, I didn't go where I was supposed to go. I just stayed...
A woman named Miriam parked her car in front of a large mansion, then began walking up the steps to the door, a suitcase in each hand. She was a heavyset, motherly woman who was in her sixties and had a arbusto, bush of reddish-brown hair on her head. Reaching the topo, início step, she put down one suitcase and knocked on the door.
"Dad! Dad, there's someone outside," Kat called from the kitchen. When he didn't seem to hear her, she sighed and walked out of the kitchen. "Alright! I'll answer the door."
Kat strolled over to the door and opened it.
"Hello, sweetheart!" Miriam greeted her with a big smile.
Many years before their deaths, the teenage McFadden brothers went to stay at a hotel with their mother, Bertha. The youngest of the McFadden boys was the eleven-year-old John Thomas who would one dia grow up to have a son named Casper.
When the family entered the hotel lobby, Bertha McFadden sent Stretch upstairs with the bags, while she finished signing in. "Here's the key. Get the room ready and we'll catch up," she said. "And don't talk to any strangers on the way up!"
The tall, lanky teen rolled his eyes and he plodded up the stairs with the suitcases under his arms. He wasn't happy to...
"Now…," Dr. Harvey began, looking sternly at the Ghostly Trio before him. "Let's talk a little about yourselves."
"Nah, let's talk about what ya got here in this drawer…any snacks in here? Huh , Doc?" Stretch ventured as he dug into a drawer and threw the stuff out all over the floor. Stinkie grabbed Dr. Harvey's coffee cup and balanced it on his head. Fatso blew a framboesa in Stinkie's face, then drank the coffee out of the cup.
Dr. Harvey cleared his throat. "Listen, I was thinking that maybe we could talk a little about your pasts. For example, can you remember how you…how you died?"...
It was around midnight when three drunk, dark-haired men left Fritzy's Bar and started walking down the street. One man was tall with a bulbous nose, another was short with a set of buckteeth, and the third was overweight. They were talking and laughing and cantar as they gulped the remaining contents of their liquor bottles.
"Say fellas, do know what I wanna do?" said the tall man. "I wanna go out and scare people!"
"Do you now? Hehe, well, that shouldn't be too hard for you. I mean…it would be harder for me because, you see…I'm just a lil' old cutie fruitie! But you...yer just you! Ya...
Kat was doing homework quietly in her room that evening. The vacuum was right por her side in case the Ghostly Trio decided to pay her a visit. She hadn't talked to anyone for hours. Not even Casper. She felt kind of bad about the way she was acting, but not bad enough to apologize to anyone. It was just the whole, 'my grandma is dead' thing that disturbed her. It made her sad. But if she could get over her own mother's death, then she could get over this too. She just needed some time.
"Kat, can I come in?"
Kat looked up and saw Casper waving timidly at her, with his head poking through the locked...
Dr. Harvey woke up the seguinte morning feeling mais refreshed than usual. There were no nightmares last night for him or Casper. After what had seemed like an eternity, things were finally starting to turn around. The Ghostly Trio were okay now.
During breakfast that morning, Miriam was leitura the newspaper. She glanced up at Kat who was hungrily eating the panquecas that Casper had made.
"Don't eat too fast, sweetheart."
Casper flew around the table, collecting dishes like a waiter. "Hurry or you'll be late for school, Kat."
"Since when have I been late for school?" Kat asked, teasingly....
Miriam was cooking espaguete for jantar that evening, when the Ghostly Trio came in and gobbled up all the crunchy, dry pasta. Kat and Casper were sitting at the table, watching the show until Miriam chased the ghosts out the door with a broom.
"Go back upstairs and sit in that closet till jantar is ready!" she ordered them.
"Yer a mean old thing!" Stinkie said with a snarl.
Stretch agreed. "Yeah, why can't you be nice like us? Did your husband ever cheat on you?"
"Yes, he did," Miriam answered.
Kat's eyes widened. "He did? That's awful!"
Miriam nodded. "Yep! He cheated all the time…whenever we...
J.T. McFadden was a brilliant and carefree young boy, who had recently celebrated his twelve birthday. He had always dreamed about becoming a scientist. One afternoon, he came back inside the house after playing with his dog in the yard. His older brothers were arguing about something in the kitchen.
"What did you draw?"
"Show it to us!"
"NO!" Stretch tried to hide his picture behind his back.
"Aw, come on!" Stinkie and Fatso chided him as they reached for it. But Stretch shook his head and held his drawing out of their reach.
Fatso leaned over to Stinkie and whispered, "Let's get him."
There's a storm coming," Miriam commented as she stood out on the porch. The sky was growing gray with clouds and the leaves were flying off the trees. Casper was por her side, waiting for Kat to come início from school. Suddenly, they heard a glassy crash from inside the mansion, followed por a gust of wild, cackling laughter.
"You know Casper, your uncles have too much time on their hands."
"Well, someday they'll remember their unfinished business and they'll crossover."
Then Casper saw Kat coming with her backpack and wearing her fall jacket. She waved briefly as she came up the sidewalk....
Everyone was quiet as they ate breakfast the following morning. Most of the time it was Casper who prepared breakfast, but today Miriam did the cooking. She and Dr. Harvey drank coffee while Kat drank milk.
"Does anyone want to try this new hot sauce that I bought?" Miriam asked. "It's called 'Pure Pain' and they say it's so hot that it leaves your stomach burning for hours after you eat it."
"Oh, that sounds like a lot of fun," Kat said sarcastically, as she sipped her cold milk.
Miriam shrugged and went over to the refrigerator to put the hot sauce away. When she opened the door, she found a...
All her sons were dead except one. All her hopes had vanished into a bottle of whiskey. There was nothing mais to live for, save her toddler grandson Casper whom she hardly ever saw. It was over for Bertha McFadden – there she was, sitting quietly in her dark living room. She was weak and frail, her tolet, violet eyes were red and swollen from an hora of crying. Empty bottles of cerveja and whiskey lay scattered along the floor. Despair had taken control of her life ever since the Trio was killed.
Mother McFadden was staring straight ahead with a cold, fierce anger in her eyes. No mais tears. Just...
Dr. Harvey turned on a flashlight and walked quietly up to the attic. "Casper? Are you up here?" The floor creaked under his footsteps as he moved around the attic, looking for any sign of the friendly ghost. There was complete silence otherwise. He had woken up from his most recent nightmare and so he decided to see if there was any way to find the truth. He was going to go through some of Casper's things.
Picking up a newspaper clipping, he read an artigo about Casper's father, but it said nothing about the Trio. He rummaged through some mais junk, including clothes, knick-knacks, and more...