A woman named Miriam parked her car in front of a large mansion, then began walking up the steps to the door, a suitcase in each hand. She was a heavyset, motherly woman who was in her sixties and had a bush of reddish-brown hair on her head. Reaching the top step, she put down one suitcase and knocked on the door.
"Dad! Dad, there's someone outside," Kat called from the kitchen. When he didn't seem to hear her, she sighed and walked out of the kitchen. "Alright! I'll answer the door."
Kat strolled over to the door and opened it.
"Hello, sweetheart!" Miriam greeted her with a big smile.
"Grandma!" Kat said with surprise.
Miriam dropped her suitcases and wrapped her arms around Kat's slim body. Kat hugged her back, unsure as to why her grandmother had made a surprise visit.
Casper drifted into the room to see what all the commotion was about. He ducked out of sight when he saw a strange woman in the house.
"It's so good to have you here, Grandma," Kat said. "But you really should have told us you were coming."
"What? And give you a chance to find a hiding place?" Miriam laughed, giving Kat a playful nudge. "Where's that daddy of yours? Tell I'm here and I'm staying for a week!"
"Oh. Uh, I mean…Okay. Come on upstairs then. I'll find you a room," Kat said. Then they each grabbed a suitcase and started walking up the stairs.
Casper turned himself invisible and followed them, sticking alongside Kat.
"What's up, Kat? he asked.
"Grandma is spending the week with us," Kat whispered back.
"Cool, can I meet her?"
"We'll see."
"Kat, who are you talking to?" Miriam asked, causing Kat to stammer.
"Uh, just…just a friend."
"Very funny!" Miriam snorted. "But seriously, cut it out. People have gone crazy talking to themselves."
"Yes, Grandma," Kat sighed. Whatever.
Casper stayed close by and watched Miriam curiously. Seeing her made him wonder about his own grandmother, which he of course, had no memory of.
Kat pushed open a door and peeked inside. The coast was clear. "You can stay in here, Grandma."
"Thanks, sweetheart," Miriam looked around. It was cozy-looking bedroom. "Well, I guess I'll unpack my junk!"
Kat giggled. "I'll let you know when lunch is ready." Then Kat went back downstairs but Casper decided to hang around for a while He wanted to know more about Kat's grandma, so he climbed onto the bed and hid behind a fluffy pillow.
Miriam put her suitcase on the bed and opened it so she could unpack her things.
Three restless ghosts were spying on her from inside a painting on the wall.
"Say fellas…do you see what I see?" Stretch said.
"There's an old broad in our house!" Stinkie announced. "You know what that means, don't ya?"
"Fresh flesh to scare!" Fatso exclaimed.
"Yeah! Let's scare her!" Stinkie said, as he prepared his foul breath for an attack.
Then Stretch, Stinkie, and Fatso all dove out from behind the picture and whirled around the room in a bluish twister of wind and noise.
Miriam looked up in surprise, shielding her eyes from the dusty gusts of air. Then the wind died down and the ghosts re-formed themselves in front of her. All at once, they lunged at her screeched, "BOOOOOOOO!"
Miriam stood still and stared at their horrid faces for a moment. Then she reached up and grabbed Stretch's nose. She yanked it hard and gave it a twist.
"Owie! Let me go!" Stretch cried. "That hurts! It's not supposed to hurt! LET GO!"
"Well, is that any way to treat a guest? You better learn some manners, mister!" Miriam said to Stretch as he tried to pull his vulnerable nose out of her grip.
"Hey, don't you know a ghost when you see one?" Stinkie said, frustrated.
"All I know is that this is MY bedroom for the next week, and you ghosts are not ever coming in here again unless I invite you! And I doubt I ever will. So will you all please go away!" Miriam said boldly. She released Stretch's nose and pointed towards the door.
"What?!" Stinkie growled at her. "Are you talking to us? You can't talk to us that way, you old bone-bag!"
"That's MRS. Bone-bag to you, Gopher-face!"
"SHUT UP!" Stinkie screamed.
"Ooh, what's in here? Any goodies?" Fatso was rummaging through the stuff in Miriam's open suitcase. He picked up a pair of her underwear and studied it.
"GET YOUR PAWS OFF MY THINGS!" Miriam yelled, snatching it out of his hand.
"You know something, fellas? I think there's something wrong with this old gal!" Fatso told the others.
"Boy, I'll say! Why ain't she scared of us?" Stinkie wondered.
"Maybe she's a demon," Fatso suggested.
"I think she's a little screwy, ya know what I mean?" Stretch circled his finger on the side of his head, to demonstrate his point.
"Stop talking! All of you!" Miriam covered her ears. "You have outlived your welcome in this bedroom! Now clear out!"
"Chill, Bossy-bloomers! We ain't leaving until you get scared out of your wits!" Stinkie said with a sneer.
"Yeah! Scared out of your wits!" Fatso added.
Miriam shook her head.
"Oh, come on!" Stretch was losing his patience.
Casper was watching the whole thing and he could hardly keep from laughing. I think I'm really going to like her! he thought happily.
"I'm Kat's grandmother and I'm not afraid of anything! Now get out of here before I THROW you out!"
"Oh yeah?" the Trio yelled back.
Miriam took a deep breath and counted to ten, then she walked right over to Stinkie. Smiling cruelly, she reached up and tickled his belly.
Stinkie exploded with laughter and fell to the floor. "HAHAHAHAHA! STOP! THAT TICKLES!"
But Miriam didn't let up. She rolled him over on his back and wiggled her fingers on his belly mercilessly. "Somebody's a ticklish ghost!" she chuckled.
"STRETCH! FATSO! HAHAHAHAHA! HELP!" Stinkie cried through his laughter.
"Hey, hey! Pick on somebody your own age!" Stretch came to his brother's rescue. Growling, he grabbed her and threw her off.
"What's going on in here?!" Kat ran into the room. "Oh…Well, Grandma, I see you've met the Ghostly Trio."
"Yep, and they don't scare at all!" Miriam boasted, wiggling her fingers at Stinkie.
Kat raised an eyebrow. "You're not scared of ghosts? Not even ghosts like these?"
"Especially not ghosts like these!"
Kat heard Casper giggling from his hiding place.
"Now, where were we…," Miriam turned and went back to tickle Stinkie.
"NOOO! STAY AWAY!" He darted out of the room like lightening. Miriam shrugged and wiggled her fingers at Stretch and Fatso.
"NOOO! STAY AWAY!" they shrieked, leaving the room in a whoosh.
Miriam smiled and looked back at Kat. "I can handle those ghosties."
Kat nodded and went back downstairs. Then Miriam went back to unpacking her suitcase as if nothing had happened.
"Dad! Dad, there's someone outside," Kat called from the kitchen. When he didn't seem to hear her, she sighed and walked out of the kitchen. "Alright! I'll answer the door."
Kat strolled over to the door and opened it.
"Hello, sweetheart!" Miriam greeted her with a big smile.
"Grandma!" Kat said with surprise.
Miriam dropped her suitcases and wrapped her arms around Kat's slim body. Kat hugged her back, unsure as to why her grandmother had made a surprise visit.
Casper drifted into the room to see what all the commotion was about. He ducked out of sight when he saw a strange woman in the house.
"It's so good to have you here, Grandma," Kat said. "But you really should have told us you were coming."
"What? And give you a chance to find a hiding place?" Miriam laughed, giving Kat a playful nudge. "Where's that daddy of yours? Tell I'm here and I'm staying for a week!"
"Oh. Uh, I mean…Okay. Come on upstairs then. I'll find you a room," Kat said. Then they each grabbed a suitcase and started walking up the stairs.
Casper turned himself invisible and followed them, sticking alongside Kat.
"What's up, Kat? he asked.
"Grandma is spending the week with us," Kat whispered back.
"Cool, can I meet her?"
"We'll see."
"Kat, who are you talking to?" Miriam asked, causing Kat to stammer.
"Uh, just…just a friend."
"Very funny!" Miriam snorted. "But seriously, cut it out. People have gone crazy talking to themselves."
"Yes, Grandma," Kat sighed. Whatever.
Casper stayed close by and watched Miriam curiously. Seeing her made him wonder about his own grandmother, which he of course, had no memory of.
Kat pushed open a door and peeked inside. The coast was clear. "You can stay in here, Grandma."
"Thanks, sweetheart," Miriam looked around. It was cozy-looking bedroom. "Well, I guess I'll unpack my junk!"
Kat giggled. "I'll let you know when lunch is ready." Then Kat went back downstairs but Casper decided to hang around for a while He wanted to know more about Kat's grandma, so he climbed onto the bed and hid behind a fluffy pillow.
Miriam put her suitcase on the bed and opened it so she could unpack her things.
Three restless ghosts were spying on her from inside a painting on the wall.
"Say fellas…do you see what I see?" Stretch said.
"There's an old broad in our house!" Stinkie announced. "You know what that means, don't ya?"
"Fresh flesh to scare!" Fatso exclaimed.
"Yeah! Let's scare her!" Stinkie said, as he prepared his foul breath for an attack.
Then Stretch, Stinkie, and Fatso all dove out from behind the picture and whirled around the room in a bluish twister of wind and noise.
Miriam looked up in surprise, shielding her eyes from the dusty gusts of air. Then the wind died down and the ghosts re-formed themselves in front of her. All at once, they lunged at her screeched, "BOOOOOOOO!"
Miriam stood still and stared at their horrid faces for a moment. Then she reached up and grabbed Stretch's nose. She yanked it hard and gave it a twist.
"Owie! Let me go!" Stretch cried. "That hurts! It's not supposed to hurt! LET GO!"
"Well, is that any way to treat a guest? You better learn some manners, mister!" Miriam said to Stretch as he tried to pull his vulnerable nose out of her grip.
"Hey, don't you know a ghost when you see one?" Stinkie said, frustrated.
"All I know is that this is MY bedroom for the next week, and you ghosts are not ever coming in here again unless I invite you! And I doubt I ever will. So will you all please go away!" Miriam said boldly. She released Stretch's nose and pointed towards the door.
"What?!" Stinkie growled at her. "Are you talking to us? You can't talk to us that way, you old bone-bag!"
"That's MRS. Bone-bag to you, Gopher-face!"
"SHUT UP!" Stinkie screamed.
"Ooh, what's in here? Any goodies?" Fatso was rummaging through the stuff in Miriam's open suitcase. He picked up a pair of her underwear and studied it.
"GET YOUR PAWS OFF MY THINGS!" Miriam yelled, snatching it out of his hand.
"You know something, fellas? I think there's something wrong with this old gal!" Fatso told the others.
"Boy, I'll say! Why ain't she scared of us?" Stinkie wondered.
"Maybe she's a demon," Fatso suggested.
"I think she's a little screwy, ya know what I mean?" Stretch circled his finger on the side of his head, to demonstrate his point.
"Stop talking! All of you!" Miriam covered her ears. "You have outlived your welcome in this bedroom! Now clear out!"
"Chill, Bossy-bloomers! We ain't leaving until you get scared out of your wits!" Stinkie said with a sneer.
"Yeah! Scared out of your wits!" Fatso added.
Miriam shook her head.
"Oh, come on!" Stretch was losing his patience.
Casper was watching the whole thing and he could hardly keep from laughing. I think I'm really going to like her! he thought happily.
"I'm Kat's grandmother and I'm not afraid of anything! Now get out of here before I THROW you out!"
"Oh yeah?" the Trio yelled back.
Miriam took a deep breath and counted to ten, then she walked right over to Stinkie. Smiling cruelly, she reached up and tickled his belly.
Stinkie exploded with laughter and fell to the floor. "HAHAHAHAHA! STOP! THAT TICKLES!"
But Miriam didn't let up. She rolled him over on his back and wiggled her fingers on his belly mercilessly. "Somebody's a ticklish ghost!" she chuckled.
"STRETCH! FATSO! HAHAHAHAHA! HELP!" Stinkie cried through his laughter.
"Hey, hey! Pick on somebody your own age!" Stretch came to his brother's rescue. Growling, he grabbed her and threw her off.
"What's going on in here?!" Kat ran into the room. "Oh…Well, Grandma, I see you've met the Ghostly Trio."
"Yep, and they don't scare at all!" Miriam boasted, wiggling her fingers at Stinkie.
Kat raised an eyebrow. "You're not scared of ghosts? Not even ghosts like these?"
"Especially not ghosts like these!"
Kat heard Casper giggling from his hiding place.
"Now, where were we…," Miriam turned and went back to tickle Stinkie.
"NOOO! STAY AWAY!" He darted out of the room like lightening. Miriam shrugged and wiggled her fingers at Stretch and Fatso.
"NOOO! STAY AWAY!" they shrieked, leaving the room in a whoosh.
Miriam smiled and looked back at Kat. "I can handle those ghosties."
Kat nodded and went back downstairs. Then Miriam went back to unpacking her suitcase as if nothing had happened.
