“For a second he didn’t know where he was. “Where are we? What’s happening?” he demanded.
“Someone’s in trouble. I think it might be Chet!” Joe said, scrambling to his feet.
“Oh!”
Frank grabbed a flashlight, and the two boys rushed outside in their pajamas and socks. Mr. Hardy was already outside with his own flashlight. Miniature glow-in-the-dark UFOs and martians shone eerily on Phil and Chet’s tent.
“Everything’s fine,” Mr. Hardy told Frank and Joe immediately. “I think our poor Chet had a nightmare.”
“But it wasn’t a nightmare, Mr. Hardy,” Chet said, pulling a hoodie over his T-shirt and sweatpants. “I heard a noise outside, and I peeked out. I saw a headless ghost! I swear it!”
“It could have been an animal,” Frank suggested.
Chet shook his head. “No way. It was definitely a ghost!”
“Did you see it too?” Joe asked Phil.
“Nope. I was fast asleep—until Chet started yelling, anyway,” Phil replied, zipping up his parka.
“What did this ghost look like?”
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