Dr. Harvey turned on a flashlight and walked quietly up to the attic. "Casper? Are آپ up here?" The floor creaked under his footsteps as he moved around the attic, looking for any sign of the friendly ghost. There was complete silence otherwise. He had woken up from his most حالیہ nightmare and so he decided to see if there was any way to find the truth. He was going to go through some of Casper's things.
Picking up a newspaper clipping, he read an مضمون about Casper's father, but it کہا nothing about the Trio. He rummaged through some مزید junk, including clothes, knick-knacks, and مزید old newspapers. Finally, he came across something that caught his attention. It was a small, flat box – plain but in good condition.
Dr. Harvey opened the box and inside he found a small section of a newspaper and an old black-and-white photograph. He picked up the تصویر and squinted at it. There was a tall, skinny woman in the picture and she had four black-haired boys huddled around her. The woman had dark hair also. She looked tired but her pale lips were curved upward in a slight smile. Dr. Harvey noticed that the youngest of the four boys reminded him of Casper – he had big innocent eyes and Dr. Harvey had feeling they were blue.
Then he took a good look at the three teenage-looking boys in the photo…
"Oh my God," Dr. Harvey whispered. It was obviously the Trio in their youthful, human form. And not only that, but the mother looked exactly like the mother in his nightmare. It was really the Trio's mother – who was protective, yet somewhat abusive. A cold, strange feeling crept over Dr. Harvey's body as he continued to stare at the photo. He shivered.
"Psst! Dr. Harvey?"
"What?!" He jumped and turned around quickly. "Oh, it's just you, Casper."
"What are آپ doing?" The young ghost drifted over and looked at the mess on the floor.
"I can explain this…," Dr. Harvey said, starting to put the stuff back where he found it.
"Hey, what's this?" Casper picked up the family photo.
"That? Well, Casper, I think that's a picture of…"
"WHAT'S GOING ON UP THERE?!" a voice shouted all of a sudden, startling both of them.
"Miriam! Shush!" Casper called. "The last thing آپ want to do is wake up my uncles!"
"Yeah, so what? We're not afraid of those old slave drivers, are we?" Miriam came upstairs and looked around the attic. "Hey, why didn't آپ tell me آپ two were having a sleepover up here?"
"Dr. Harvey was just دکھانا me something that he found," Casper pointed out. Miriam moved closer and looked at the photograph in the beam of the flashlight. "Who are those people, James?"
"Well, I think this is Casper's dad right here…," Dr. Harvey pointed to the young lad at the bottom of the photo. "And those bigger kids are…I believe the Ghostly Trio."
"I thought they looked familiar!" Miriam chuckled.
Casper smiled and pointed at the lady in the photo. "And that must be my grandma!"
"Yes, but what's this here?" Miriam reached for the newspaper clipping that had been found in the same box as the photo. The newspaper was so old that it was limp and yellowish.
"What does it say?" Dr. Harvey wondered.
Miriam cleared her throat and read aloud:
"Last night Mrs. Bertha McFadden committed suicide. She had previously fallen into deep depression and alcoholism after the sudden deaths of her oldest three sons. Her funeral will be held at the Freeland Church on Monday. It is currently unknown whether یا not any of her surviving relatives will be attending. She was the mother of scientist J. T. McFadden."
"Oh no…," Casper کہا sadly. A tear trickled down his white cheek.
"Casper, I'm so sorry," Dr. Harvey comforted him.
"That poor woman." Miriam wiped her nose on the sleeve of her bathrobe.
Dr. Harvey rubbed his temple. "I think we should all go back to بستر now," he said, as he began to put away all of Casper's belongings.
Picking up a newspaper clipping, he read an مضمون about Casper's father, but it کہا nothing about the Trio. He rummaged through some مزید junk, including clothes, knick-knacks, and مزید old newspapers. Finally, he came across something that caught his attention. It was a small, flat box – plain but in good condition.
Dr. Harvey opened the box and inside he found a small section of a newspaper and an old black-and-white photograph. He picked up the تصویر and squinted at it. There was a tall, skinny woman in the picture and she had four black-haired boys huddled around her. The woman had dark hair also. She looked tired but her pale lips were curved upward in a slight smile. Dr. Harvey noticed that the youngest of the four boys reminded him of Casper – he had big innocent eyes and Dr. Harvey had feeling they were blue.
Then he took a good look at the three teenage-looking boys in the photo…
"Oh my God," Dr. Harvey whispered. It was obviously the Trio in their youthful, human form. And not only that, but the mother looked exactly like the mother in his nightmare. It was really the Trio's mother – who was protective, yet somewhat abusive. A cold, strange feeling crept over Dr. Harvey's body as he continued to stare at the photo. He shivered.
"Psst! Dr. Harvey?"
"What?!" He jumped and turned around quickly. "Oh, it's just you, Casper."
"What are آپ doing?" The young ghost drifted over and looked at the mess on the floor.
"I can explain this…," Dr. Harvey said, starting to put the stuff back where he found it.
"Hey, what's this?" Casper picked up the family photo.
"That? Well, Casper, I think that's a picture of…"
"WHAT'S GOING ON UP THERE?!" a voice shouted all of a sudden, startling both of them.
"Miriam! Shush!" Casper called. "The last thing آپ want to do is wake up my uncles!"
"Yeah, so what? We're not afraid of those old slave drivers, are we?" Miriam came upstairs and looked around the attic. "Hey, why didn't آپ tell me آپ two were having a sleepover up here?"
"Dr. Harvey was just دکھانا me something that he found," Casper pointed out. Miriam moved closer and looked at the photograph in the beam of the flashlight. "Who are those people, James?"
"Well, I think this is Casper's dad right here…," Dr. Harvey pointed to the young lad at the bottom of the photo. "And those bigger kids are…I believe the Ghostly Trio."
"I thought they looked familiar!" Miriam chuckled.
Casper smiled and pointed at the lady in the photo. "And that must be my grandma!"
"Yes, but what's this here?" Miriam reached for the newspaper clipping that had been found in the same box as the photo. The newspaper was so old that it was limp and yellowish.
"What does it say?" Dr. Harvey wondered.
Miriam cleared her throat and read aloud:
"Last night Mrs. Bertha McFadden committed suicide. She had previously fallen into deep depression and alcoholism after the sudden deaths of her oldest three sons. Her funeral will be held at the Freeland Church on Monday. It is currently unknown whether یا not any of her surviving relatives will be attending. She was the mother of scientist J. T. McFadden."
"Oh no…," Casper کہا sadly. A tear trickled down his white cheek.
"Casper, I'm so sorry," Dr. Harvey comforted him.
"That poor woman." Miriam wiped her nose on the sleeve of her bathrobe.
Dr. Harvey rubbed his temple. "I think we should all go back to بستر now," he said, as he began to put away all of Casper's belongings.
