"It could be something else you're allergic to that moves around, like a bird or mouse," Sarah said. "It would be good to find out for sure." "But if it is a ghost, I don't want to find it," I said. "Especially if I'm allergic to it." "Would you rather have it find us?" Sarah asked. "I'm not all that thrilled with either of those choices," I said. She put a hand on my back and pushed me toward the creek. "Come on. It will be fun. Like a video game. Hold your arms up where I can see them. Wow, that really is an ugly rash." We crossed the stream at a shallow spot, stepping on rocks so our sneakers wouldn't get too wet. The rash grew larger and itchier. Sarah's idea was working. Then after we'd walked a little farther, the rash started to fade. That was good, because I had a hard time keeping myself from scratching it. "We're moving away from the ghost. Try going left," Sarah said. I did. The rash faded more. "It has to be to the right," she said. I turned and realized I was facing an old barn. Sure enough, as I walked closer, the rash grew larger and darker. And itchier. Please be a bird, I thought. Please be a bird, please be a bird, please be a bird... Excerpted from Ghost Attack (Monster Itch #1) by David Lubar All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
