Mostly Ghostly 3: One Night in Doom House Page #2

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and being dead.

You are not a ghost, but

you are also not a mortal.

And that's where our parents are?

Can you help us find them?

Lulu wishes she could, mes

petits, truly, she does.

But this is the terrible thing

about the elsewhere.

It keeps you from

finding the ones you love,

forever.

Well, that's not going to stop us.

Where is this place?

Yeah, how do we

find the elsewhere?

Mes enfants, no, no, no,

you do not find the elsewhere.

The elsewhere, it finds you.

Max, what's going on?

You know what, I don't care

what kind of trick this is.

I'm outta here.

-And I'm taking my money back!

-Let's get out of here.

-Stupid tricks.

-This is crazy.

What a waste of time.

Max!

Come on, mom, don't cry.

The campus is only,

what, 35 miles away?

It's 37 miles, I counted!

You might as well be on the

other side of the planet!

Okay, honey, let it all out.

-Good night, Mr. Doyle. Night, Mrs.

-Aaron.

Wait, guys, hold on!

It was just a trick!

Bye. Come on, guys.

Tell them, Max, tell them

it was just a trick!

Let's get out of here.

Max!

What have we said about having

parties on school nights?

I don't know.

It was just a trick!

So much for

the dance contest.

Everybody took

their money back.

I'm sorry, cammie.

"Sorry"?

This was supposed

to be a fun night.

A couple of laughs,

maybe a scare or two.

Instead, six of our classmates were

almost decapitated by a flying table!

"Sorry" doesn't really cut it.

But it wasn't my fault.

Really?

Then whose fault was it?

Are you trying to tell me you

have actual ghosts in your house?

As a matter of fact...

Yes.

You know what, Max? John: Max?

What happened in the basement?

Of all the things

you could have said...

I really didn't

expect you to lie to me.

This basement is a mess!

But I'm not lying.

Ghost stories are for kids,

and we're not kids anymore.

-Goodbye, Max.

-Max!

Don't you mean,

"see you later, Max," or,

"see you tomorrow at school,"

or something?

Max!

Clean up the basement!

Hey, loser,

guess what you get to do?

Psych! Every time.

So how do we find it?

Find what?

Duh? The place that Lulu was

talking about. The elsewhere.

Yeah, that's where our parents are.

So how do we find it?

You guys can do

whatever you want.

I gotta go clean

up the basement.

Clean the swamp

with my tongue?

I'll show him.

I'll capture

those ghost brats,

make them return

what belongs to me,

then victory will be mine.

How hard can that

possibly be?

What I need to do is find a

doorway back to their world.

Some kind of portal

where the inter-dimensional

fabric is at its weakest.

An earthly location where something

truly horrible has happened.

A place of pure evil.

Yes! Yes!

Yes! There it is. That's it!

Max Doyle,

prepare to meet your doom!

Cammie! Hey!

I'll catch up with you guys.

Bye.

Hey, I waited for you at our lunch

table, but you didn't show up.

Yeah, I wasn't hungry.

Well, I saved you

a cupcake, anyway.

It's a little mushy, but...

Look, Max,

we need to talk.

I know, about the other night.

No, actually,

it's not just about the other night.

It's about everything.

"Everything"?

Look, Max,

you're a really great guy.

You're funny,

and smart, and...

Funny.

Ls there going to

be a "but" soon?

But...

No.

I just think we

need to take a break.

A what?

You know, like

a relationship vacation.

Spend a little time apart

for a while, just to see.

To see what? To see that we're

supposed to be together?

I can tell you that right now,

save us both the trouble.

We're perfect together, even our

names are perfect together.

Max and camnfie.

Gamma and Max.

Sounds like the title

of a really great TV show.

Doesn't it?

Cammie, we gotta go!

Okay, hold on!

Look,

i hope you understand, okay?

And no matter what happens,

we'll always be friends.

I already have friends.

-Come on, let's go, guys.

-You okay?

Yeah, they're ghosts, but...

What are you guys doing?

Don't just stand there, you

dingus, grab something.

Hey, that's not nice.

Max, you're just in time.

Can you give us a hand,

please?

What is this for?

Renovations, you dummy.

Not nice.

We're renovating the house?

Why? I like it the way it is.

Yeah, well, the realtor said

a few fresh coats of paint,

some changes here and there, it could

get us a better price on the house.

Right.

Wait. What?

Didn't your mother tell you?

Tell me what?

Duh? We're moving.

You are such a moron.

Nice!

Thank you so much

for all your help.

My pleasure,

Mrs. Doyle.

Let's keep in touch.

Okay.

Mom, is it true

we're selling the house?

Didn't your father tell you?

Honey, I'm so sorry.

I guess we just got carried

away and forgot.

Forgot to tell me

we're moving? Where?

Closer to Colin's school.

L just couldn't bear the idea

of him being that far away.

Don't I get

a say in any of this?

Yeah. You get to

say nothing.

Honey, don't worry, at your age,

you'll make plenty of friends.

Now, come and help us,

there's lots of things to do.

No.

Nicky! Tara!

We've got trouble.

We already heard.

But the delightful

sea lions continue to...

Max, this is terrible.

If your house gets sold...

Don't worry. I'm not going

to leave you guys behind.

We don't have a choice.

What?

This is our home, Max.

We have to stay here.

No, but you guys

come to my school.

We've gone lots

of places together.

But we always come home.

We have to come home.

Forever.

But what if the new owners

don't like ghosts?

Then we have a real problem.

Simon Drake, ghost hunter.

Yeah, and shows like

this don't really help.

That's all the time

we have for today.

Be sure and

join me this Friday

for a very speciai midnight edition

of Simon Drake, ghost hunter.

We'll be coming to you live...

From a place some people call

the most haunted house

in the country.

Hey, I know that place.

It's the old grover mansion

over on cliff road.

As the locals tell it,

within these rotting walls,

on a dark, stormy night,

a mild-mannered family man

by the name of Neville grover

took his favorite wood axe

down from the wall.

He called his

family to dinner,

and...

Well,

to hear the rest of the story,

you have to watch the show.

That's this Friday,

12:
00 midnight.

Join me,

Simon Drake, ghost hunter,

for "one night in doom house".

See? That's what

I'm talking about.

Why do they always have to make

ghosts so creepy and horrible?

I mean, we're not all

axe murderers, you know?

You know, maybe we've been trying

to do this the wrong way all along.

Do what?

Find your parents.

Think about it.

Last night at the sance, I didn't

really know what I was doing,

but I still managed to get

your housekeeper to show up.

Right, so?

So think about

what would happen

if we had a real

professional on our side?

Like Simon Drake?

Like Simon Drake.

Don't miss it

this Friday, midnight,

Simon Drake's one

night in doom house.

Hello? Anyone here?

Hello? Ls anyone here?

Hello?

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