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Dib's Insatiable Curiosity The stop at Gaz's house would be a short one. Gaz only needed her toothbrush. She had decided to sleep in one of Dem's t-shirts, in his smell. That smell still lingered on the front of Gaz's dress and on her fingertips. She held her hand over her face as she darted through the hall and up the stairs like a lightning bolt, past Dib, who was immersed in Mysterious Mysteries. He wouldn't bother her. But the frenzy of Gaz's small feet on the carpet and on the stairs made Dib turn from the T.V. His ten-year-old mind couldn't place the scampering feet. His father didn't run.and Gaz didn't run. Poltergeist!! His mind screamed. A cold sweat broke on his forehead. He stood up slowly, jumping out of his skin when the ball of his foot ground out the minutest of creaks from the floor. Dib stopped, eyes darting, breath held. The creak had sounded like a scream. Three heartbeats hammered in Dib's chest. Nothing. Carpet. Noise absorber. Good thing. Dib thought. He moved to the kitchen on small, scampering feet. He slowly pulled open the top drawer in the forehead high shelf. His slim fingers closed around a rolling pin. He tucked it up under his arm. The smooth, solid heft of it made him smile. He pulled his camera out from the inside pocket of his trench coat. Loaded. He had fifteen pictures left. He took a deep breath and moved toward the stairs, graceful as a shadow. He craned his neck around the stairway. His eyes were so wide he felt the shock of air on normally cloaked parts of his eyeballs. It stung a little, but wasn't unpleasant. Maybe it's a robber but PLEASE let it be a poltergeist or Zim oh, please let it be ZIM and not just a dumb robber. He saw the feet and then the face. The face.it looked wrong. It was still pale and round and soft but the lips were turned up and the eyes were wet and shiny.It couldn't be. "GET OUT OF MY SISTER!" Dib screamed. "GET OUT OF GAZ!! COME INTO ME!! No, wait. Don't come into me. Go into Zim! Yes, GO INTO ZIMoooooohhhh." Dib slumped against the wall, rubbing his sore jaw where Gaz had slugged him, surprise expelling in a sigh of relief. "Well, she isn't possessed. If she were she would've hugged me." Dib's eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. He stared out the gaping front door. He heard the soft slamming on metal on metal and an engine turning, saw the beam of head lights that quickly receded. "What the.Ok, Gaz, you gonna give me a puzzle and think I won't try to solve it? You really don't know me, do you?"
Dib's Insatiable Curiosity The stop at Gaz's house would be a short one. Gaz only needed her toothbrush. She had decided to sleep in one of Dem's t-shirts, in his smell. That smell still lingered on the front of Gaz's dress and on her fingertips. She held her hand over her face as she darted through the hall and up the stairs like a lightning bolt, past Dib, who was immersed in Mysterious Mysteries. He wouldn't bother her. But the frenzy of Gaz's small feet on the carpet and on the stairs made Dib turn from the T.V. His ten-year-old mind couldn't place the scampering feet. His father didn't run.and Gaz didn't run. Poltergeist!! His mind screamed. A cold sweat broke on his forehead. He stood up slowly, jumping out of his skin when the ball of his foot ground out the minutest of creaks from the floor. Dib stopped, eyes darting, breath held. The creak had sounded like a scream. Three heartbeats hammered in Dib's chest. Nothing. Carpet. Noise absorber. Good thing. Dib thought. He moved to the kitchen on small, scampering feet. He slowly pulled open the top drawer in the forehead high shelf. His slim fingers closed around a rolling pin. He tucked it up under his arm. The smooth, solid heft of it made him smile. He pulled his camera out from the inside pocket of his trench coat. Loaded. He had fifteen pictures left. He took a deep breath and moved toward the stairs, graceful as a shadow. He craned his neck around the stairway. His eyes were so wide he felt the shock of air on normally cloaked parts of his eyeballs. It stung a little, but wasn't unpleasant. Maybe it's a robber but PLEASE let it be a poltergeist or Zim oh, please let it be ZIM and not just a dumb robber. He saw the feet and then the face. The face.it looked wrong. It was still pale and round and soft but the lips were turned up and the eyes were wet and shiny.It couldn't be. "GET OUT OF MY SISTER!" Dib screamed. "GET OUT OF GAZ!! COME INTO ME!! No, wait. Don't come into me. Go into Zim! Yes, GO INTO ZIMoooooohhhh." Dib slumped against the wall, rubbing his sore jaw where Gaz had slugged him, surprise expelling in a sigh of relief. "Well, she isn't possessed. If she were she would've hugged me." Dib's eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. He stared out the gaping front door. He heard the soft slamming on metal on metal and an engine turning, saw the beam of head lights that quickly receded. "What the.Ok, Gaz, you gonna give me a puzzle and think I won't try to solve it? You really don't know me, do you?"