The Ghost

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"Nathan?" His granddad peered down at him. "Are you awake?" Nate checked his watch on the nightstand before answering. Seven o'clock. "I don't think so, Granddad." He rolled to his side. "Can I sleep a little longer?" "No, there's church this morning." "What time is church?" he asked. "It doesn't start 'til eleven back home." "Be that as it may, your grandma has a Sunday school class to teach and it's a thirty-five minutes drive." He stifled a moan. Church was bad enough, but combined with Sunday school, he would have a mind-numbing day. "Sorry to rush you, Nathan, but you need to get moving if you want breakfast before we leave." His granddad left the room, and Nate wondered about the chances of talking his grandparents into letting him skip church. He'd rather used the time to come up with a plan to launch his investigation. So far he didn't have a clue where to start. Under normal conditions, arctic air blowing out of a portrait and then flipping it upside down would appear to be a clue. Except these weren't normal conditions. His grandparents had freely admitted the house had a ghost. Yesterday, he rushed to the kitchen and hauled his grandparents to the foyer to show them the topsy-turvy picture, but it had righted itself by the time he returned. "But…" Nate pointed helplessly at the lying, deceitful picture hung perfectly on the wall. "A minute ago it was messed-up. All crocked and stuff." "Oh, we believe you, Nathan," his granddad said. "That picture does that all the time." "What?" "Yes, dear. We're sorry if it scared you," his grandma added. "Months, even years will go by without incident, but every now and again it appears to want attention." Nate looked incredulously at them. "You mean a gh... ... middle of paper ... age. "Are you living with her?" asked the first boy. "Yeah," a smile crossed Nate's face. "Enough questions from you guys. I get to ask the questions now." "Okay," they said in unison. "What kinda questions?" asked one. Nate grinned, they were fun. "That's a question," he said. "It's my turn, remember?" "Okay," said the boys in unison again, which caused and outburst of giggles. "Good," said Nate, "so, what are your names?" All the boys answered at once. It took Nate a moment to sort out the names Leon, Garrett, and Devon. "Okay guys, we're supposed to be talking about the Bible. Any suggestions?" "I know something about the Bible," Garrett said, raising his hand. "Yeah? What do you know?" asked Nate. "Jesus loves the little children." "I've heard that," Nate said. "And we can't go to H-E-L-L," added Devon. "I suppose not," Nate said.

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