J.T. McFadden was a brilliant and carefree young boy, who had recently celebrated his twelve birthday. He had always dreamed about becoming a scientist. One afternoon, he came back inside the house after playing with his dog in the yard. His older brothers were arguing about something in the kitchen.
"What did आप draw?"
"Show it to us!"
"NO!" Stretch tried to hide his picture behind his back.
"Aw, come on!" Stinkie and Fatso chided him as they reached for it. But Stretch shook his head and held his drawing out of their reach.
Fatso leaned over to Stinkie and whispered, "Let's get him."
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 झाड़ी, बुश of reddish-brown hair on her head. Reaching the चोटी, शीर्ष 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.
Dr. Harvey turned on a flashlight and walked quietly up to the attic. "Casper? Are आप 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 हाल का 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 लेख about Casper's father, but it कहा nothing about the Trio. He rummaged through some और junk, including clothes, knick-knacks, and more...
Many years before their deaths, the teenage McFadden brothers went to stay at a hotel with their mother, Bertha. The youngest of the McFadden boys was the eleven-year-old John Thomas who would one दिन grow up to have a son named Casper.
When the family entered the hotel lobby, Bertha McFadden sent Stretch upstairs with the bags, while she finished signing in. "Here's the key. Get the room ready and we'll catch up," she said. "And don't talk to any strangers on the way up!"
The tall, lanky teen rolled his eyes and he plodded up the stairs with the suitcases under his arms. He wasn't happy to...
All her sons were dead except one. All her hopes had vanished into a bottle of whiskey. There was nothing और to live for, save her toddler grandson Casper whom she hardly ever saw. It was over for Bertha McFadden – there she was, sitting quietly in her dark living room. She was weak and frail, her बैंगनी, वायलेट eyes were red and swollen from an घंटा of crying. Empty bottles of बीयर, बियर and whiskey lay scattered along the floor. Despair had taken control of her life ever since the Trio was killed.
Mother McFadden was staring straight ahead with a cold, fierce anger in her eyes. No और tears. Just...