All four children rushed down the hill toward the truck. It stopped right in front of the house and a man and a boy got out.

  “It’s a boy!” said Crissie. “And he looks about our age.”

  The boy actually looked a little older than Crissie, but younger than Cassie.

  “There’s two moving trucks!” squealed Callie, and she was so excited, she took off at a run around the house. Callie always had a lot of energy.

  She was correct. A second moving truck had just turned into the driveway and was making its way up the winding road.

  The boy started to walk toward the front of the house.

  “Hang on, Benjamin,” the boy’s father called. “We need to unload first.”

  “But I need to pick my room before Byron takes the best one,” Benjamin cried.

  “The faster we get unloaded, the sooner you can pick your room,” his dad told him.

  With a grumble, Benjamin turned and walked back toward the truck.

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  When the other truck pulled to a stop, the girls all watched a woman and a young boy get out. This boy looked a little younger than Benjamin, older than Callie, and younger than Crissie.

  “Another boy!” said Cassie. “Oh no! Do you think they are going to take our rooms?”

  “That must be Byron,” said Carla. To Cassie, she said, “Of course they are going to take our rooms, where else would they sleep?”

  “But I like my room,” Cassie moaned. “It’s the only thing that’s still mine.”

  “Don’t worry, Cassie,” said Crissie with a naughty grin and a glint in her eye. “We can scare these ones away just like we did all the other ones.”

  “Good!” said Cassie. “I don’t want anyone touching my things.”

  “You don’t have any things anymore,” Carla reminded her.

  Byron took off toward the house at a very fast run.

  “Nooo!” cried Benjamin, as he saw where his brother was headed. “I’m the eldest! That means I get first pick.”

  “You can always share if you both want the same room,” his mum called after them, but both boys were already inside the house.

  “Whelp, better get this one unloaded first,” said their dad as he undid the large bolt on the back of the first moving truck. The girls all crowded around to see what was inside.

  Callie returned. “There’s a boy in my room,” she told them and she made a face like she’d just stepped in dog poo.

  “Never mind that. We’ll get rid of them soon,” Crissie replied. Already her mind was thinking through all sorts of tricks to play on them.

  As ghosts, they had a limited ability to move stuff in the real world. Callie was the best at it though. None of the other three had ever managed to write something on the walls like she could.

  But when the back of the truck finally opened, Crissie forgot all about any haunting plans because it wasn’t a normal moving truck at all. It was a horse float.

  “Horses! They have horses!” cried Crissie with glee.