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all sitting in the closet . . . with the ghost.
    â€œWhere do you think ghosts live?” I asked, hoping bucketfuls of hope that no one would say closets.
    â€œThe attic,” said Alice.
    I sighed a giant sigh of relief.
    â€œMy grandmother once told us that my brother and I had an older sister named Elizabeth who lived in the attic. And she only came down at night. My grandmother said that Elizabeth would brush our hair and sing to us while we were asleep. But anyway, Elizabeth wasn’t a ghost, so maybe that doesn’t count.”
    â€œI don’t ever want to meet your grandmother,” I said.
    I glanced back over at the door.
Ghosts live in the attic . . . with Elizabeth
, I told myself. They don’t live in closets. But it’s not like we have to open it. The walking stuff was sitting by the door, and not inside that closet . . . with all the creepy, staring dolls.
    â€œWe can do this, Junchao.” I looked into her eyes. “Remember the bugs at summer camp? Remember how scared you were of them? But by the end of camp, you knew everything about them and were practically BFFs with anything that crept or crawled, even spiders!”
    â€œI don’t want to make friends with this ghost,” she said.
    â€œWe don’t have to make friends with it. We just have to get Alice’s stuff so that we can get to Sunny’s room and learn how to get rid of it.”
    â€œOkay, Masha,” she said. “I’m with you.”
    But she wasn’t.
    As soon as we stepped off the couch onto the coffee table (to avoid the tiny men), Junchao turned around and jumped right back onto the couch with Alice and Sunny. I was right behind her.
    â€œWhy’d you do that?” I huffed, trying to catch my breath. Without the blanket, we were totally exposed.
    â€œI thought I smelled something!” she said.
    The four of us sniffed.
    â€œLike a cinnamon bun?” asked Sunny.
    â€œYou smell cinnamon buns?” I asked.
    â€œNo,” she said. “I’m just hungry.”
    â€œHow can you be hungry when we might be ghost food at any second?” I whispered at her. Then I turned to Junchao. “What did you think you smelled?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe nothing.” She hung her little head and all her black hair slid over her face.
    I looked over at the front door. I knew that I had to go and get Alice’s stuff, even if it meant going to the front door alone. I didn’t smell anything, but I did hear something. It sounded like
boom
,
boom
,
boom
. It was my heart . . . beating away in my chest. “I’ll be right back,” I said.
    â€œYou know that’s what they all say in the movies when they go off alone . . . that they’ll be right back,” Alice said. “And they never come back.”
    She was right. But Junchao wouldn’t go and Alice couldn’t go. I looked over at Sunny.
    â€œI’ll go,” she said.
    I looked into her big eyes. She didn’t look afraid. “Okay,” I said. “Ready?”
    Sunny answered by crawling to the edge of the couch. I followed her.
    â€œWe’re a team,” she whispered hotly into my ear.
    â€œShh,” I said. But then, because it was awfully nice that she volunteered to come with me, I added, “We’re Munny.”
    Sunny giggled. “Or Smasha.”
    I couldn’t stop myself from giggling too.
    Sunny grabbed my hand, and we left the safety of the group. We stepped silently onto the top of the coffee table, and then off the other side. We stared out across the living room and then back at each other, and then we headed out into the abyss. We moved slowly, tripping over each other’s feet as we made our way toward the brown chair that sat between the big picture window and the front door. Once at the brown chair, we stopped for a rest.
    â€œYou okay?” I whispered.
    â€œYeah,” she said, smiling up at