Charlotte’s dad was shaking his head. “I’ve never seen a ghost be car sick before.”
“Dear,” his wife said, “you’ve never seen a ghost before.”
“Beside the point. How do you clean this stuff off a car seat?”
“It’s ok dad, it’s ectoplasm. Cleans itself off in no time. I think it turns into ether, or something like that.”
“Aether, not ether,” Sheldon said. “And I wish you wouldn’t all harp on it.” He was still looking a little green. “It’s not like ghosts usually ride in cars. Shouldn’t you all be looking at the house or something?”
They all turned to look at the house. Charlotte was the first to walk up to the door. “This place is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
“I don’t think writers make a lot of money,” Charlotte’s dad said helpfully.
“Should we knock?” Charlotte’s mom asked.
Just then, Charlotte noticed that the door was ajar. She peered inside through the crack in the door. “Doesn’t look like anybody’s home.” Before she could decide what to do next, the cat ran between her legs and disappeared into the house.
Charlotte decided it was ok to follow. It wasn’t like they were really strangers. Besides, the cat had said she knew the author.
After only a brief hesitation, the others followed as well. After all, what could go wrong?