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that it should burn out,” she said. “But all the LED lightbulbs in the house burning out at exactly the same time? I would say that is impossible.”
    â€œWhat does that mean?”
    â€œIt means there’s a ghost!” Junchao cried. “You have to wake up Mrs. Song.”
    â€œNo, you can’t!” Alice yelled.
    â€œOkay, okay,” I said. “Let’s just think. We can deal with this, can’t we?”
    â€œDeal with a ghost?” asked Junchao.
    â€œYes,” I said. “We just need a plan to get rid of him.”
    â€œHow do you know it’s a him?” asked Sunny.
    Somehow, the idea of a lady ghost seemed scarier than a man ghost. I pictured her floating over the coffee table a few feet away, grinning down at the four of us clumped under our blanket, and all I wanted to do was shrink to the size of a cornbread crumb.
    â€œCome on now, guys, think. What do we do? How do we get the ghost to go away?” I said.
    â€œWe need to exercise him,” said Alice.
    â€œYou mean exorcise,” said Sunny.
    â€œThat sounds too scary,” said Junchao.
    I didn’t say anything, but I thought so too.
    â€œSunny, where does Mom keep the flashlight?”
    â€œIn the kitchen cabinet next to the stove,” she said.
    The three of us groaned. The kitchen.
    â€œIf we can grab my braces and crutches,” Alice said, “we can all go together to the kitchen. My dad put them by the front door.”
    It was a good idea to get them, not just so that we could all get to the kitchen, but in case we needed to run away from a ghost. Can you even run away from a ghost? That question made my heart flutter in mychest. I didn’t know, but I did know that we needed Alice with us. “Yes, let’s get your stuff,” I said.
    Once again, we slowly took the blanket off our heads. Before anything else strange or scary could happen, I quickly rolled up the blanket in a ball and threw it out into the middle of the room.
    â€œWhat did you do that for?” Junchao said.
    â€œWe can’t keep hiding under the blanket all night. We need to get rid of this ghost.” I was sounding pretty brave for someone who felt like throwing her arms up in the air and running out of the house screaming like a freak.
    â€œHow are we going to do that?” asked Junchao.
    â€œHow about we get to my room,” Sunny said. “I have some science equipment that might help us. And I have Mommy’s iPad. We can look up ghost removal,” Sunny said.
    â€œYou’re brilliant, Sunny!” Junchao said.
    â€œOh yes,” I said. “Let’s say that again because I don’t think that Sunny gets to hear that enough.”
    â€œYou’re brilliant—”
    â€œSo this is the plan,” I said, cutting Junchao off. That girl does not understand sarcasm at all, and I didn’t have time to teach it to her. “Junchao and I are going to get Alice’s walking equipment by the front door, and then all four of us will head to the kitchen for the flashlight, and then we’ll go to Sunny’s room.”
    â€œBut the front door is scary,” Junchao whined.
    We all looked over at it.
    She was right.
    It was scary.
    Long, stretchy shadows of tree branches flooded the floor through the front door window. On either side of the door were deep, dark corners, and anything could be hiding there. And then there was the front hall closet.
    The front hall closet was scary even on a bright, sunny day. It was filled with old coats that no one ever wore, had boxes of mysterious stuff stacked on its floor, and its top shelf held my mother’s collection of matryoshka dolls, which were these creepy wooden dolls with giant staring eyes and no arms or legs. Inside each doll were more dolls. Lots more. I always hated thisidea, that all those other little dolls with staring eyes were sitting in the dark inside each other. And now they were