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“So Mary, what do you think about boys?” asked Samantha.
Given her experience with Jonathan and kissing him, Mary didn’t know what to say.
Boys. Boys. What can I tell them about how I feel about them? I definitely can’t tell them about my kissing Jonathan. They don’t know anything about me. I guess I’ll have to lie.
“Boys? You want to know what I think about them. I feel the same way you do. Doing things with your relatives, including your brother is okay, but not with any other boy.”
“I guess we’ll have to wait until we get much older to kiss any of them or to have any of them kissing us,” remarked Emma.
Wow! It seems I’ve already kissed a boy and none of them have. I’m glad I didn’t tell them about Jonathan. If I did, they’d ask me a ton of questions. And I definitely can never tell them about George kissing me.
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At bedtime, Mary’s mother tucked her for the night. She said, “Don’t worry if you have trouble falling asleep. You’re in a new room, and it’s normal to have problems sleeping the first few nights.”
Her comment made Mary feel a little more relaxed and the fact she had Suzy sleeping next to her, helped as well.
Mary was resting comfortably, when around three o’clock, she felt a faint kiss on her forehead. She awoke, startled at seeing a very faint shadow of light quickly float around the room until it disappeared into the closet. She might not have seen anything had it not been for Suzy barking as it drifted around the room.
Yikes! Is this a ghost? But there’s no such thing as ghosts. Ghosts are imaginary all year round, but especially at Halloween.
But, Mary did see something, and Suzy barked at it, so there had to be someone or something in her room. Putting the incident aside, Mary went back to sleep with Suzy sleeping next to her.
The next morning when Mary looked around her room, she saw nothing had changed. Yet she still felt as if something had.
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Seeing a large carved pumpkin on the kitchen table, Mary asked, “Mom, where did the jack-o-lantern come from?”
“When I went to door to get my package from FedEx, I found it outside by the door."
I don’t believe it. It’s impossible. This is the same pumpkin I just carved when George took me into the past. How did it get here? Mom found it on the spot where George left it.
“Mom. Did you find any roasted pumpkin seeds near it as well?”
“I did. Why are you asking?”
“No reason. I’m just curious."
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Miss. Adams told Jonathan to sit in Ashley’s seat and asked Mary to raise her hand so he would know where he’d sit for the remainder of the school year.
Mary did not like the idea of having him sitting next to her and wondered why Miss Adams couldn’t have him sit in the back row.
As Jonathan sat down he reached out to shake his hand with Mary.
“Hi I’m Jonathan Hudson, may I ask what your name is?
Mary didn’t know how to react. No boy had ever asked to shake her hand or had asked her a question in such a polite and formal manner, so she responded softly, “My name is Mary.”
Mary looked at him and thought he was kind of cute. She liked his hair; the clothes he wore and thought he had a pleasant voice. However the glasses he wore made him look a little like a nerd.
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The moment her mother left, closing the bedroom door behind her, Mary turned toward George, “Why didn’t my mother see you standing next to me?”
“Ghosts can only be seen by one member of the family.”
After giving her this explanation, George disappeared--not through the wall behind the dresser as he usually did--but this time he disappeared right in front of her eyes, laughter echoing as he vanished.
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Pulling on his arm to get him to move faster, Mary pushed him inside the playhouse and pulled two chairs together so they were facing each other. “Sit down.” Mary motioned for him to sit across from her.
Jonathan had a perplexed expression on his face, and Mary realized she had never acted so impulsively before. Once he sat down, Mary reached over, grabbed his hands, and looked sadly into his eyes as she started to talk.
“Thank you for liking me for being who I am. You’re the first boy who hasn’t made fun of me for being so plain looking.”
"Why would you say something like that? You’re not ugly.”
Mary’s eyes filled with tears so she dropped her gaze from him, not wanting him to see her cry.
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A little later that night, Mary dropped a large pen on the floor, and Suzy ran away with it. Suzy dropped it on the floor under the dresser. When Mary tried reaching for it, she couldn’t. Then for some reason, she tried moving the dresser on the right side.
When she did, the dresser seemed to slide to the left along with the floor under it, revealing a small door in the middle of the wall. Mary peeked inside and, because it was dark, she decided to get the still-lit oil lantern from her desk.
Unsure of what lay past the doorway, Mary hesitated before stepping inside. When she did, the doorway she had just entered disappeared, and there in front of her stood her ghostly figure, no longer ghostly or opaque, but a solid living person. She glanced down at herself, no longer seeing her jeans, tee shirt and sneakers. Instead, she wore a dress, black shoes and short white socks--the same clothes she found the other day, only now, they looked new.
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“How did Mary know about our idea? It’s too big of a coincidence for her to have dreamt about having a sleepover the same night we had planned it?” said Megan.
“I know what you mean. She couldn’t have known what we had quietly discussed while she was gone helping her mother,” replied Samantha. “And that could only mean one thing.”
“Her ghost told her. And this is the reason why we’ve decided to have the sleepover in the first place.”
“This means we’re going to have to keep our eyes open even more on Friday night, as anything could happen now,” said Alexis. “Agreed?”
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All of a sudden, things started to float all over the room, but Mary was standing in the middle of the room, far away from where she had controlled everything before.
More and more things began to happen.
“Hey, someone just blew in my ear,” Grace said, jumping a foot away from her spot.
“Who poked me?” Samantha asked, color draining from her face.
“Who pulled my hair?” Alexis asked then stared at Mary with her mouth open in a huge O.
With so many things happening, everyone started to leave.