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In
the
drawer
of
Eric
's
writing
desk
he
found
a
piece
of
charcoal
and
with
it
he
sketched
a
ghastly
ghost
face
on
the
sheet
.
Then
he
took
Eric
's
scissors
and
,
before
Eric
could
stop
him
,
cut
two
holes
for
eyes
.
"
A
sheet
...
it
's
a
small
matter
,
"
said
Karlsson
.
"
A
ghost
has
got
to
see
;
otherwise
it
could
flutter
off
and
land
in
Burma
or
anywhere
.
"
He
threw
the
sheet
over
his
head
like
a
monk
's
robe
;
his
chubby
little
hands
stuck
out
at
the
sides
.
Although
the
children
knew
that
it
was
only
Karlsson
under
the
sheet
,
they
were
still
frightened
,
and
Joffa
started
barking
fiercely
.
It
was
no
better
when
the
ghost
switched
on
his
engine
and
began
to
fly
around
the
ceiling
light
,
the
sheet
swirling
with
the
speed
.
It
looked
really
frightening
.
"
I
'm
a
little
motorized
ghost
--
savage
,
but
beautiful
,
"
said
Karlsson
.
The
children
stood
still
,
staring
at
him
in
terror
.
Joffa
barked
.
"
I
must
say
I
rather
like
the
chuff-chuff
I
make
when
I
fly
about
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
as
I
am
a
ghost
,
it
might
be
a
good
idea
to
use
the
silencer
.
Ha
!
That
's
better
!
"
He
floated
around
with
hardly
a
sound
and
seemed
even
more
ghostly
than
before
.
The
thing
now
was
to
find
someone
to
haunt
.
"
I
can
haunt
the
stairs
--
someone
is
bound
to
come
and
get
the
shock
of
his
life
,
"
said
Karlsson
.
The
telephone
rang
,
but
Eric
did
not
feel
inclined
to
answer
it
.
He
let
it
go
on
ringing
.
