Chapter seven: Well This Sucks

"What do you mean, Dib?" Teresa asked confused.

"There were no survivors when the apartments burned down. Where did you stay the week in-between when it burnt down and when you came here?"

"I… I don't remember but… I survived, Dib, really."

"Did you?" Dib asked running to her, his hands outstretched. He moved to push her down and went strait through her. "I don't think you did." He said staring down at his hands in panic. "I thought you lied to me… that you really didn't live there."

Teresa looked about five times as horrified as Dib. "I'm a ghost?"

Dib just stared at her.

"Oh, spiff! I'm a ghost!" She yelled running over to an extremely tall tree.

She climbed the tree in a great haste. "This is so cool, Dib. Now I can be just like the movies and make stuff move, people levitate, and…" She jumped off the top branch. "Fly."

Teresa hovered for a few seconds than began to fall. She flailed her arms and legs trying to catch something, anything. Just stay in the air. She hit the ground and disappeared.

"That was kinda creepy." Dib said. "And no one will believe me because I don't have proof."

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"Did you feel that?" Dib asked gazing around the room.

"What." Gaz replied.

"That sudden chill as if a ghost were around."

"Nope." Gaz said walking from the room.

All of a sudden a faint laugh echoed though the room.

"I heard that, though." Gaz said without looking up from her Game Slave as she walked into the kitchen. "Hay, Dib." She yelled. "There's pizza on the table. Either starve or come eat."