"What's wrong?" his little brother, Pete, asked from the other side of the room.
"Nothing - just go to sleep," Ben told Pete.
"Are you still worried about that thing we saw - that ghost?"
Ben held his gaze over the dripping bucket, recalling the scarred face of the man his grandmother had hired to "fix "the rooftop, right around the time a salesman went missing and said, "That was no ghost."
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