Mr. Wogglebug and Byron climbed up the ladder and entered the attic which was a rather small room compared with the rest of the house. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere and boxes and trunks were strewn about and there was also a stack of old papers in one corner and there was an old rocking horse set in another corner.

"Well, here we are, so now let's start looking," Mr. Wogglebug suggested.

So he and Byron went up to the first boxes they could see and the first one they opened contained nothing but a lot of moths which flew out and away.

"Well, they are many boxes up here so we're sure to find something," Mr. Wogglebug said optimistically.

So they rummaged through more boxes and they found many items such as a bagpipe, a mallet, a fish bowl, a Swiss army knife, a tuba, a music box, an arrow dart, a record, a violin, a film record, a bottle of poison, a circuit board, a vacuum tube, a container of toxic waste and radioactive waste.

"Look at all the toys I found in here!" exclaimed Byron as he gestured to a large brown box which inside it had a big stuffed teddy bear, a wind-up toy car and a colorful beach ball

"Those are very nice things," said Mr. Wogglebug. "Let's keep them and other stuff we've found in this old carpet bag here." He picked up a green carpet bag laying nearby and they packed all the items they could find into it.

He noticed the stack of old newspapers laying close by and glancing at the first one sparked his interest and so he picked it up and read the following inscription:

Child Mysteriously Disappears
Police are baffled by the mysterious disappearance of five year old Byron Price from his home on Mourning Lane. Mrs. Price claims she last saw her son alone in his second story bedroom. "I checked his bedroom about eight o'clock to see if he was asleep yet because I thought the awful thunder and lightning would scare him, and he was gone. Just gone." The police have no leads.

And below was a picture of Byron with the following captions:

Missing Child
Byron Price
Age: 5
Last seen: His Bedroom

He set the paper aside and picked up the one underneath it and read the following:

Monster stalks quiet suburban community
Experts are baffled. A two-headed monster was sighted in the residential area known as Mourning Hill. Although the area is known for reports of "strange unexplained phenomena" this is the first report of a two headed monster. Terrified residents were found cowering in basements and some were incoherent. The investigation will continue as police search for the monster.

He set this paper on top of the last one and picked up the one underneath and was intrigued at what he read:

Wanted: Igor for Grave Robbery and Grand Larceny.

Wanted: Dr. Synthesis for Grave Robbery, Unlicensed Handling of Dangerous Materials, Fraud and Malpractice.

Mr. Wogglebug opened the last box he could see which resembled a golden treasure chest and inside it he found an old brown book, and a crystal ball. He then discovered a stack of old clothes covering the bottom of the box and he took them out and underneath them he found a hand mirror and a small golden key.

"Oh my! Look at what I found!" he exclaimed victoriously. "Not only do we now have the crystal ball and hand mirror, but we also have our very first key!"

"One down and twelve more to go!" said Byron enthusiastically.

"Now let's go back down to the library and give our friend the cure he has been looking for!" Mr. Wogglebug exclaimed with delight.

So he put the stuff into the carpet bag and picked it up and reached for the trapdoor leading out of the attic, however just as he did he suddenly heard a loud whinnying and the sound of old metal scraping against the wooden floor. He looked up quickly and saw to his great astonishment the old rocking horse had come to life and was moving towards them with an angry snarl on its face. He jumped away quickly and as soon as he did the rocking horse landed abruptly onto the trapdoor, blocking their way out.

Just then a small white box nearby popped open and out of it appeared the head of a vampire with a neck like an accordion. Byron screamed a little and hid behind Mr. Wogglebug.

"Rocky has blocked the trapdoor, now you're caught! Good work, Rocky!" the vampire head exclaimed maliciously. "You're not going anywhere until you give us something from your bag!"

"What! But that is unfair!" Mr. Wogglebug exclaimed indignantly.

"You cannot leave this room until we let you and we won't let you until you give us something!" the vampire head reiterated adamantly.

So Mr. Wogglebug opened the bag and looked through it for a moment before he took out the fish bowl they had found and put it in the box the vampire head was in.

"There. Now will you let us go?" Mr. Wogglebug asked testily.

"Did I say one thing?" the vampire head said mockingly. "I meant two things! Give us more or you'll never get out of this attic!"

Mr. Wogglebug groaned in exasperation and dug into his bag once more and he picked out the arrow dart and put it into the vampire's box. "I hope you realize this is robbery," he said vehemently.

"You think what we're doing is robbery?! I'm insulted!" the vampire head exclaimed in outrage. "Rocky and I aren't common robbers! We're extortionists!"

Mr. Wogglebug glared at the vampire head which only smirked and said to the rocking horse, "Move away from the trapdoor now, Rocky."

The rocking horse snorted loudly. "Okay, I'll move, but it won't be this easy next time!" And so saying the horse rocked backwards to its original spot and retained its harmless looking appearance.

Then Mr. Wogglebug and Byron took their bag of stuff and opened the trapdoor and climbed back down the ladder and into the library again. They quickly found the skeleton lying in a broken mess on the floor and presented him with the two items one at a time.

"Wow! I have the spell book and the crystal ball! All I need now is a hand mirror!" he exclaimed when they gave him the crystal ball.

Mr. Wogglebug smiled and reached into the bag again and took out the hand mirror and presented it to him.

The skeleton gave a very toothy smile and said, "Now you must hold the mirror up to the crystal ball while facing me and recite the magic spell."

So Mr. Wogglebug did so and when he did the book began to glow and a bright beam of light shot out from it and struck the crystal ball which bounced onto the mirror which the skeleton was holding and began to glow a brilliant light which began encircling him and all at once his broken bones put themselves back into place and he stood up and stretched out and raising his arms high into the air he cried out:

"Eureka! The curse is broken! I'll never fall apart again! Thank you both so much!"

Mr. Wogglebug smiled and bowed. "You're welcome, my friend! And I have found out some information of importance. The scroll that Gahan wants so desperately is an ancient piece of magic which supposedly would allow the user to rule time and thereby the world."

"Little wonder why Gahan wants it," said the skeleton.

"And the reason why Gahan is sometimes mean and sometimes nice is because he drank a formula which split himself into two dual personalities," Mr. Wogglebug continued. "It's like in a story I read called Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Anyway, there is a cure for it and we should make it and give it to him before we find the Scroll to be sure it won't be used for evil."

The skeleton nodded. "And be sure you give the formula to the right Gahan first."

"But how will we know which is the right and wrong Gahan?" asked Mr. Wogglebug.

The skeleton thought about this for a moment and then replied. "He is a ghost you know, and therefore he floats and sometimes his feet point to the left and sometimes they point to the right. I think that may have something to do with it. Also, if Gahan's eyes are glowing watch out!"

"Thank you, that is very helpful," said Mr. Wogglebug. "Can you tell us anything else we should know?"

The skeleton nodded and replied, "There's something very odd about this house. If it were possible for places to be good or evil, I'd say this place is evil if any place is. As the hours go by, the house gets darker and more brooding and the monsters are definitely more active and more dangerous. Evil seems to pervade everything here. I've seen the nicest people in this house turn vicious and vengeful. Can you ever really trust anyone here? I've seen them all attack and curse innocent victims."

"Hmm... Byron did mention about the monsters. He said you have to run away from them when you see them. But how can we avoid them altogether?" asked Mr. Wogglebug.

"Be very careful opening trunks, cabinets, and closets. Monsters can hide in anything," the skeleton replied seriously. "But anybody in this house can turn into a monster if you push them to far. So you can't really trust anyone." He glanced down at Byron. "Though trust the kid, at least he's honest, and of course you can trust me, and to prove it I give you this as a token of my gratitude."

And so saying he pulled out a key from inside his robes and presented it to Mr. Wogglebug.

"Oh my! Thank you! I wasn't expecting this!" Mr. Wogglebug exclaimed as he put the key away in his bag.

"You can probably get a key from anyone if you're careful," said the skeleton.

"I'll keep that in mind," said Mr. Wogglebug. "Now I think we should look for the ingredients of anti-formula to cure Gahan."

"But how will we know the right ingredients to use?" asked Byron.

"They're all in this book," Mr. Wogglebug explained as he took the old brown book they had found in the attic out of the bag and showed him that on the cover read Formulas.

He opened the book and flipped through the pages until he came to the chapter titled Formula 429 and read the following directions:

Step one: Empty the bathroom sink.

Step two: Be certain to have an empty flask on hand.

Step three: Mix together the following substances in the sink: Slime, toxic waste, and poison.

Step four: Add a quantity of cold water.

Step five: Bring the empty flask to the sink to fill with the contents.

Step six: Handle this formula with care. It is corrosive, toxic, mutagenic, combustible, caustic, adhesive, dilettante, carcinogenic, and harmful to the ozone layer.

"So we need slime, toxic waste, and poison," Mr. Wogglebug concluded as he closed the book. "We have the bottle of poison as well as the container of toxic waste we found, so now we need some slime. Where can we get them?"

"Probably in the kitchen," said Byron. "There's always lots of gross stuff in it."