One evening Mogey and Smush were exploring a haunted house up the way. They could tell it was haunted because it sat abandoned at the tip-top of a rocky crag, it was surrounded by a wrought iron fence, and every other Wednesday a spooky woo-ooo-ooo-ooo sound echoed out past the motheaten drapes of a second floor window.
But being the curious critters that they were, Mogey and Smush just HAD to have a look inside. Smush led the way bearing a magnifying glass and a canteen of Wild Cherry Pepsi. Mogey, who was much more cowardly, lagged behind whispering to fearful nothings.
"Oh I hope we don't get eaten!" he whispered. "Agghh! What was that creaking noise? I bet there's a goblin behind that door! I've never been so frightened. Please don't let us get eaten. I think we're being followed...by a pair of ghosts!"
"Shush up, will you Mogey!" Smush said sharply. "There's no one following us."
"No, actually he's right," said a high, lilting voice behind them. Mogey and Smush spun around to see two pearly white specters hovering inches above the ground. "My name is Gideon Ghostly Gildersleeves," the first ghost said. "And this is my brother Tom. Can we fix you a baked potato or a cup of chocolate milk?"
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