Chapter 3: It Begins

After the little incident I had in the hallway, I just left the milk to sink in the carpet. It's not like someone's gonna find out I had a midnight snack anyways. Doc expects me to do these things: ruin his house both physically and financially. The carpets are fairly soft, but my carpets in my room are better. Their shag carpets, and even though they're SO 1970s, I think mine are better.

So, I fall back asleep, in my bed, with no interruptions. This time, Baron Finster is going to get a run for his money. And so I close my eyes….

I break into Finster's headquarters. It's cold and quite. I can tell there are guards somewhere. I move on in the vents. 3 men where standing in front of a door. I'm guessing Baron's in there. I head above them. I open the vents slowly. I grab one of the men and cover his mouth. I take him, wrap his big, fat mouth with duck tape and wrap his body with rope. I throw him behind me. Soon enough, I grabbed them all and all you could here were the mumbles of tied-up men behind me. I threw my extra rope to the floor. Cautiously, I slide down. I put my ear against the door. Instead of hearing Baron Finster's loud mouth, I hear a little child's laughter. I kicked the door down. It was Zak. He was sitting down on a chair. Phew. Alright Zak, stop playing around. I grab him shoulder and turn him my way. Suddenly...

I feel a cool puddle under my blanket.

No! I've been so careful of not having a wet dream! But how could I have one if I dreamed about Zak? Am I some kind of perv? Can't be. It's been 28 years and I still can't dream dry dreams!

I check everywhere around me. Someone put a cup of cool water under my hand.

It must be Zak, trying to pull a prank on me after the beating he got in Alien Swarm.

I move the blanket and get out of bed to change my pants. After I changed, I heard the same laughter in the hall. I check and no one's here. Come on Doyle, you're probably just having nightmares. It's normal to have one of these. I turn to my room and start to walk to my bed.

I was tired of waking up at 3:00 in the morning just to calm myself down. It must be the milk or something. I should have checked the expiration date first. Or I should have thrown away those cookies.

But as I was walking towards my bed, I see a bright, white figure I front of me. It laughed the same laugh I heard in the hallway and in my dreams.

I should've known this from the start, and I should tell Drew, Doc, and Mini-man about this dilemma, but…

There's ghosts in the house!