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“I know I’m being haunted,” Micky said firmly, “because drumsticks don’t float.” This was his fault for buying it at an antique store.
The boys are gathered around the drumset, looking for some sort of sign. “It could be an earthquake,” offers up Peter.
“Maybe you kicked it?” Davy suggested.
“Guys, I know what I’m seeing! My drum kit’s haunted,” Micky insisted.
“Well, if it is, it oughta prove it. Only fair,” said Mike. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
When the set began to play reveille without a single gesture from Micky, the boys knew they were in big time trouble.