to make this more like a horror flick . It was a beautiful summer day . A perfect day to take a drive . A man named Ken Mills wanted to make the most of that day . He and his family were moving into a large house in New England . The family included his second wife , Barbara , and his two kids from his previous marriage , a daughter named Windy who was eighteen , and a son named Multi who was sixteen . Neither Windy nor Multi were very thrilled with the idea of moving . They liked it fine where they had been living . However , Ken 's first wife , Laura , lived there as well , which made it easy for Windy and Multi to go back and forth between parents . This move ruined that . Throughout the drive , all Windy could do was complain , and all Multi did was sulk , and scratch his puppy , Skittles , behind the ears . Indeed , Ken and Laura 's divorce would probably go down in history as the most complicated to settle . They argued constantly over their property , like Ken 's Mercedes . Laura thought it was hers , but Ken pointed out , if she got the house , he kept the car . Laura went with that , reluctantly . Laura also got the couple 's beach house in Malibu , as well as the summer home in Maine . Other than he Mercedes , Ken got all of the family 's stocks , and the cabin in Colorado . In any case , Ken drove up to a large house on a hill . Actually , house wasn 't the word for it . It was a mansion . But it was a little on the creepy side . It looked like it was falling apart ! " No problem , " Ken said . Then he turned to his kids . " Why don 't you two go look around ? Might as well learn to get around , huh ? " " Yeah , man ! " a voice called out . Multi nearly jumped a mile straight up . Skittles yelped , and jumped right out of her master 's arms . She darted underneath the porch , and began whimpering . " I hope she can get out as easily as she got in , " Multi said . " She 's just a puppy . And right now , she 's not coming out for anything . " Multi stood up and got a good look at who he was talking to . It was another teenage boy , like him . Except he was a little shorter , and had jet black hair . He leaned against the porch railing and looked at Multi . Fluey led Multi and Windy inside . There were cobwebs all over the place . The wooden floors creaked whenever someone walked across them . Everything was covered in dust . " He always says that , " Multi said with a groan . Then he turned to Fluey . " So what is there to do in this town , anyway ? " " Haunted houses are only in the movies , " Ken replied . " Come on upstairs , " Fluey said to Multi and Windy . " The place might be creepy , but the view 's great . " " I 'm sure they 'll adjust to the new house , " Barbara said . " Goodness knows it could use a little work . But I think it 'll be fine . " " Weird things happen around here at night , " Fluey said , somewhat ominously . " Strange noises , creaking floors , that sort of thing . My folks are convinced it 's just the house settling . " " Well . . . . " Fluey said . " No , not really . I mean , yeah , it could be the house settling , but I 'm not sure . " Of course , that sent the kids into a panic . They screamed and ran down the stairs , fast as lightning . Barbara and Ken stared at them for a moment . " It 's not a ghost , " he replied . He kneeled onto the floor , and began reaching for something underneath the sink . He pulled out Skittles . " Right , I could have been Shirley Temple , " Ken replied . " Now the house isn 't haunted , all right ? It just needs to be fixed up a little . " Ken and Barbara walked off , convinced that the house wasn 't haunted . Fluey left as well . He had to get home soon , or his parents would start to worry . Windy and Multi had a hard time convincing themselves the house wasn 't haunted . They didn 't hear any more from the so called " ghosts " until around midnight . Some more ghostly howls were heard . Multi groaned . However , it wasn 't Skittles doing the howling . She was sound asleep at the foot of Multi 's bed . Multi just stared at her for a moment or so . Then he figured he was dreaming , so he tried to go back to sleep , but it wasn 't any use . The howling kept him awake . He got up , walked out of his room , and slowly crept across the hall to Windy 's bedroom . He opened the door slowly , and walked inside . Multi shrugged , and walked back to his room . Something strange was going on in that house . About an hour later , more howling was heard outside . Multi shot to attention and ran for his door . He flung it open and found Windy standing in the hallway , ready to break down Multi 's door ! The siblings slowly opened the front door , and walked out onto the porch . Multi shined the flashlight in every direction imaginable , until he saw something move in the yard . He moved his flashlight over to it , and found a large dog , about the size of a wolf . However , it wasn 't like any other dog Windy or Multi had ever seen . It was a ghostly white , and it seemed to glow in the moonlight . The siblings could clearly make out his ribcage . The dog turned to look at the siblings , and they noticed his eyes were glowing red . The dog began snarling and growling . " Wait for me ! " Multi yelled , and he and Windy high tailed it into the house and slammed the door shut . They leaned against it and began catching their breaths . " Yeah , it was big , glowing , and it had these red eyes . . . . " Multi said . " And it 's right out there on the front lawn ! " Ken took the flashlight and walked down the stairs . The others followed him , wanting to get a good look at this so - called ghost dog . Ken marched directly out of the front door , and began looking around the yard with the flashlight . He even looked under the porch , and found absolutely nothing . Multi and Windy dropped it . It was obvious no one was going to believe them . So they just went back to their rooms , and tried to get some sleep . It wasn 't easy . They kept hearing the ghost dog howl . Daybreak finally came . Barbara was cooking breakfast . Ken was sitting at the table , drinking coffee , and reading the newspaper . Skittles ran down the stairs , barking . Multi and Windy followed , and they looked like dual train wrecks . Ken rolled his eyes once he saw them . " Let me see here , " Ken said . He folded the paper and began reading the story . " It says here his car crashed at the bottom of the hill on West Bradbury . That 's our street . When the police arrived to investigate , Roberts told them that he saw a ghost . " " Well , apparently the police didn 't believe it , " Ken replied , putting the paper down . " Since they had to put him in a straight jacket and send him to the looney bin . You two better cut out the ghost stories . " Multi just rolled his eyes , and shook his head . He opened the cabinet , and pulled out a can of dog food . Then he began looking through the drawers , trying to find the can opener . Multi shrugged , and began looking through the drawers and cabinets . As he was looking , the can opener , miraculously on it 's own mind you , began floating over to Multi . It dropped on the counter . Ken shrugged , and ducked just as the knife made a swipe at him . It missed him by a hair . He stood up and stared at the knife . Barbara and Windy let out an ear piercing shriek as the knife zoomed towards Multi and Ken . Both of them ducked . Skittles was running around the kitchen , barking her head off , whimpering , yipping , and the like . Multi ducked under the table . Windy followed them a moment or so later . Ken finally managed to grab the handle of the knife . It stopped flying around . Skittles stopped barking , and she hid underneath the table . " I can 't , " Ken said . " But I still say there are no such things as ghosts ! If you ask me , someone 's trying to scare us . This is a typical Scooby Doo set up . " " I think I have an idea , " Fluey said . " What do you say we go up and see if we can dig up any ghost stories out of that attic ? Maybe we can figure this mystery out . " " All attics give you the creeps , " Multi replied . He then ran right into an old dressmaker 's dummy , but he wasn 't aware of it . Of course , he thought it was a ghost himself ! The kids began prying open boxes to see if they could find anything interesting . Most of the stuff was from the forties and fifties , not that old . Windy managed to find an old trunk , but she had to search a little for the key to open it . " What 's older than Sinatra ? " Multi asked , looking at the records . Then he nodded . " Man , these things are old ! They must 've been done during the early nineteen hundreds ! " Multi walked over to a dark corner of the attic and began looking around over there . Mostly he found old board games , and some old toys . He accidentally kicked an old tin toy into the corner , and it made one heck of a noise as it hit the wall . " Nothing , " Multi said . He continued looking through the corner of the room , until he backed into what he thought was a ceiling beam . He turned around to look , and saw that it was a bat . He looked again , and saw that it wasn 't only one bat , but a whole group of sleeping bats . Multi backed up again , and tripped . He fell backwards , falling into a bunch of those old toys , making a terrible noise . That did it . The bats woke up , and began flying around the attic screeching . And they weren 't just in that corner . They were all over the attic . The three teenagers began screaming their heads off , ducking . There were at least a hundred black bats in that attic . Multi ran over to the window and pushed it open . Every last bat flew out of it . Once they were gone , Multi slammed the window shut and breathed of relief . " Let 's just continue sorting through this junk , all right ? " Windy asked . " And carefully , please . I don 't want to know what else has been making nests in this attic . " All three of them ran down the stairs as fast as their legs could carry them . They wanted to get out of that attic before they ran into a ghost . Once they reached the kitchen , they began to tell Barbara and Ken what they had seen and heard , all at the same time . You couldn 't understand a word they said . " I don 't care what you guys saw , " Barbara said . " This house isn 't haunted ! We 're probably just infested with bats , mice , and termites , that 's all . " " Oh for heaven 's sake , " Ken groaned . He turned to the exterminator . " While I have you here , can I talk you into checking for mice , rats , and termites ? " The siblings groaned , and filed down the stairs , acting as if they were being carted off to Alcatraz . The exterminator got down to business as the Mills left to do their shopping . He opened the cabinet under the sink , and began looking around . He heard some tapping on the walls as he worked , but he figured they were mice . As the exterminator worked , Skittles wandered into the kitchen to see what was going on . The exterminator began setting up mousetraps all around the kitchen and then he moved to the living room . Skittles followed him , intrigued . The exterminator checked the mantle in the family room , and saw an old dusty portrait of a young woman . He stared at it for a bit , and went back to work . The minute he turned away , the eyes in the picture moved . The exterminator stood up , and looked at it again . Skittles began to bark . The exterminator laughed and continued to check for mice . Skittles continued to bark , as if she were trying to warn the exterminator about something . The exterminator stood up , and brushed off his hands . The person in the room with him didn 't answer . The exterminator began to back away , nervously . Skittles began growling and barking . By that time , the Mills ' were just returning from their trip into town , just as they heard a blood curdling scream . Ken walked up the front steps and into the house . The others followed him . Haunted or not , it was still their home . The kids just hoped the ghosts realized that . At any rate , Ken took a grocery bag into the kitchen and started unloading it . Multi followed him and leaned against the counter . " I beg to differ , " Ken said , handing Multi a box of Oreo cookies , which the teenager promptly ripped open . " This house is not haunted . It 's just your imagination running away with you . And if you eat those cookies before dinner , I 'll smack you . " Multi was just about to bite into the Oreo he was holding when his father said that . He put the cookie back in the box , closed it , and started to put it in the pantry . The minute he opened the door , every single soup can in there flew out , fast as a freight train . Multi ducked . Ken didn 't pay any attention . He just continued to put the groceries away . Multi backed out of the kitchen just as the soup cans began floating again . Ken didn 't know the difference . He was too busy taking things out of the bag . Every time he looked up , everything would stop floating around . " An exorcist , " Multi said . " There 's someone , or something , haunting this house , and if we 're gonna live here , we 're gonna have to get rid of it ! We 've just got to do this without having my dad find out . " At any rate , Multi found an ad in the phone book for a ghost expeller . He called the number immediately . Someone answered the phone on the first ring . Multi hung up , and breathed of relief . This was a lucky break . Ken had a new job in town that started at nine thirty . Barbara also had to go into work . This way , the adults wouldn 't find out what the kids were up to . Multi knew he was a dead man if Ken found out he called an exorcist . The next day , Barbara and Ken were rushing around , trying to get going . Fluey dropped by as they were getting ready . Ken laughed and walked out to his car . Multi , Windy , and Fluey stood by the window , waiting for him to pull out . Once he was out of sight , they relaxed . Now all they had to do was wait for this Mike Nesmith guy to show up . At ten thirty , the doorbell rang . The boys jumped up and ran to the door , nearly running each other over . Windy walked to the door calmly . All three of them opened it . There stood a tall guy , with black hair , and brown eyes . He wore a denim shirt , black pants , white sneakers , and a green wool hat on his head . He carried a flashlight in one hand , and a large toolbox in the other . He was also chewing gum . Windy and Fluey introduced themselves to Mike , and began to tell them what they had been going through . Mike put down his tool box and opened it . He took out a small hammer , and began tapping the walls with it . " Yeah , " Multi said . " Fluey just lives down the hill . Personally , I don 't see how Dad could want to live in a house this big . " " I tell ya , " Mike said . " It was big enough for Old Lady Burgundy . But she was a little eccentric . To tell the truth , nobody 's lived in this place since nineteen fifty - six . My great - great grandfather knew her when she was younger . She lived to be a hundred and twelve . " " That was Old Lady Burgundy , " he said . " Of course , she wasn 't old when they painted that picture . Her family lived in this house since the American Revolution . This house has a lot of history . " " Nothin ' in here , " he said . " But I don 't doubt for a minute that there 's a ghost here . And it 's probably more than one . Old Lady Burgundy had a big family . " Multi was impressed . The kids followed Mike up to the attic . Mike tapped around with his hammer , and shined his flashlight everywhere he could . The kids began taking things out of the attic , to see if Mike knew stories about the items . Maybe they would contain clues to this ghost . " That trunk actually belonged to Old Lady Burgundy , " Mike said . " She kept a lot of stuff in it . And she didn 't like anyone touchin ' it . " " Yeah , these belonged to a nephew of Old Lady Burgundy 's , " Mike said . " Timothy Burgundy . It was . . . . . nineteen - oh - three . Durin ' the Victorian ages . Old Lady Burgundy was fifty - nine durin ' the time . " " She didn 't live long enough for that , " Mike said , knocking on the walls with his fist . " But she 's seen history . It wouldn 't surprise me if she 's hauntin ' this house . " " A lot of ghosts hide in the walls , " Mike said , continuing to knock . " You just gotta look for that spot , and then try to flush ' em out . And believe me , guys , that 's easier said than done . " " This was Old Lady Burgundy 's photo album , " he said , opening it . " She saw a lot of great inventions . She was on a vacation , but back then they called them holidays , in Kittyhawk , North Carolina . Here she is with Wilbur and Orville Wright . She was there when she invented the airplane . I 've seen this photo album at least a hundred times . " " Sure is , " Mike said . " Old Lady Burgundy was a featured performer there at one point . She could walk a tightrope and swing on the trapeze with the best of them . Sometimes , she would swing from the trapeze by her teeth , and land right on the high wire . That always impressed PT Barnum . " " Nah , he died before I was born , " Mike said . " It was my grandfather who told me stories . I grew up with him . He heard the stories from his grandfather , who was my great - grandfather . " The kids nodded . Mike continued to look through the old photo album . There were wedding pictures , but none of them were from Old Lady Burgundy 's wedding , just other family members . It appeared that all the family occasions and celebrations were huge events . " Old Lady Burgundy never got married , " Mike said . " She didn 't want to part with the house . When she was in her twenties , which was . . . . . the mid eighteen sixties to the early eighteen seventies , she was livin ' in a time where a woman didn 't have much say in her life . " " Unfortunately , no , " Mike said . " See , her family always tried to get her married to a wealthy guy , and then she would have to move out . But my grandfather told me she loved the house and couldn 't bare to part with it . My guess is her ghost is tryin ' to scare you guys out . " " Oh yeah , " Mike said . " But I doubt there 's anythin ' down there . I 'll figure out how to open it later . We 've got more explorin ' to do . " Mike ignored that remark , and continued searching along the house with the flashlight . He went upstairs to the master bedroom . It looked like it hadn 't been lived in for years . " Well , sometimes satin discolors when it gets older , " Mike replied . He began knocking on the walls . " I tell you , I haven 't seen this many cobwebs since I saw Arachnophobia ! Bleah , I hate spiders ! " " Well , Old Lady Burgundy ain 't hauntin ' her room , " Mike said , turning off his flashlight . " I 'm dyin ' to get into that cellar . There 's gotta be some good stuff in there . " " Yeah , if you want , " Mike said . " I know all the stories by heart . See , when my grandfather knew her , she was the town kook . Now they all think me and my grandfather are the town kooks , because we go around and hunt ghosts . " " Well , she was one of those eccentric millionaires in her later years , " Mike said . " All she ever wore was white satin . Her curtains and bed sheets were white satin . Her father was this fabric manufacturer , and he specialized in satin . " " True , " Mike said . " She and my great - great grandfather had a thing goin ' , though . But my family . . . . . well , Old Lady Burgundy 's father wasn 't to happy with my great - great grandfather , because my family was from the southwest . He didn 't like anybody from the south or the west . " " Oh yeah . But no one could figure out why . Come on back to the attic . I think I recognized some pictures of my great - great grandfather . " Mike led the kids back upstairs to the attic . Mike picked up another old photo album , and looked through it . He nodded , and pointed to a picture . " There we go , " he said . " Eighteen sixty - two . Old Lady Burgundy was eighteen , and my great - great grandfather was twenty - two . " " Yeah , my grandfather says I 'm the spittin ' image of him , " Mike replied . " Oh this story was the most heart wrenchin ' tale I ever heard . This was the last Old Lady Burgundy ever saw of my great - great grandfather . It was the spring of eighteen sixty - two . My great - great grandfather was out in the backyard of this very house with Old Lady Burgundy . " 1862 , when the old house on West Bradbury Court wasn 't so old . A young man , twenty - two years old , was sitting in the garden in the backyard of the mansion . His name was Archibald W . Nesmith , Mike 's great - great grandfather . He was a very well to do man . He kept watching the back door . It finally opened , and a young lady with long blonde hair walked out of the house , carrying a pitcher of lemonade , and a plate of sugar cookies on a tray . She set them down on the table , and sat down . " There 's a war goin ' on , Beatrice . The South needs a few good men . Besides , you know your father doesn 't like me . It 's better if we separate . " " And my great - great grandfather went off to war , " Mike said . " He ended up returnin ' to Texas after the Civil War was over , and settled down there . Old Lady Burgundy got word that my great - great grandfather married another , and she vowed never to love again . " " In nineteen fifty - six , she died at the age of a hundred and twelve , " Mike said . " But no one dared to go to this house . Everybody thought it was haunted , even before she died ! Everyone was scared of Old Lady Burgundy . She was a mean old bat . She turned mean the day she heard my great - great grandfather moved to Texas and got married . People have said she 's been hauntin ' this house ever since . " " I 'm the exorcist , " Mike said . " I got a call from Ken Mills about a haunted house , so I 'm just lookin ' it over . You Ken Mills ? " " Well , it wasn 't me ! Who in the world . . . . . Multi . Of course . He called , telling you he was me , but why he did that is beyond me ! " " I beg to differ , Mr . Mills , " Mike said . " This house definitely is haunted . I 've flushed out many a ghost , and I can tell you straight off , Old Lady Burgundy haunts this old place . " " Hold it ! " Barbara shouted , grabbing Fluey 's arm . " No one 's going anywhere ! I want to know one thing , Mr . Nesmith . " " Oh yeah . It 's the ghost of Old Lady Burgundy . See , she and my great - great grandfather had this thing goin ' , but they were separated durin ' the Civil War , and then she died in this house , and she 's been hauntin ' it ever since . " " I don 't think Old Lady Burgundy will appreciate us breaking down the door , " Mike said . " I told you she was a mean old bat . But I 'm dyin ' to see that cellar . That 's probably where we 'll find her . " Barbara rolled her eyes . The group filed into the kitchen and approached the cellar door . Fluey backed up , and kicked the door open , with the style of Bruce Lee . Mike slowly walked down the stairs , with his flashlight . Multi and Fluey gulped , and they followed Mike . Windy did the same . Ken and Barbara sighed , but followed the others down the stairs anyway . It was about all they could do at the time . They still didn 't think the house was haunted , and they figured Mike was some crackpot , or scam artist . But they didn 't say anything . " With our rotten luck , they 'll probably be about a dozen or so , " Mike said . " Yeccchhh ! Old Lady Burgundy really let this place go . " " All in due time , " Mike said . " Gotta go up and get my toolbox . Be right back . Mr . Mills , you hold the flashlight . " Mike returned shortly . He put his toolbox on the ground , and pulled out a small drill type instrument . He stuck it into the wall , and began turning it . Ken turned on the flashlight . The group found they were surrounded by spiders . They covered the walls and the ceiling , and began crawling on the floor . All six of them screamed and made a mad dash for the stairs . Mike , Barbara , and Ken didn 't say anything . They just joined in the race for the door . Once they reached the kitchen , Ken grabbed a bottle of bug spray and flung it open . He aimed at the spiders and began spraying them . They still kept on coming . Mike tried to smash one of the spiders , but an entire fleet of them began crawling up his leg . Mike screamed , shook them off , and retreated . Windy , Multi , and Fluey climbed onto the table , grabbed sections of the newspaper , rolled them up , and began taking whacks at the spiders . Ken , Barbara , and Mike climbed onto the table , as well , and did the same . " Anything up there , girl ? " Ken asked . He took a poker from a stand by the fire place and stuck it up the fire place . He hit something in the chimney , and it fell into the fire place . It was a bee hive . A swarm of bees flew from the fire place and into the house . There were as many bees as there was spiders . Skittles was howling as the bees practically dive bombed her . Multi grabbed the bug spray and let the bees have it . Some of them fell to the floor , landing on the spiders . Multi picked up his puppy and knocked the spiders off her . Skittles started whimpering then . Multi held the frightened puppy to his chest . " Yeeouch ! " Fluey shouted , as a bee stung him right in the arm . " Boy , am I glad I 'm not allergic to bee stings ! " " Is anybody allergic ? " Mike asked . Everybody shook their heads . " Good . That 's one thing . Somebody open a window , and get these bees out of here ! " Fluey jumped off the table , and ran through the sea of spiders on the floor . They were starting to crawl up the walls . He opened the window , and punched the screen out of it . Then he threw open the back door , and ran outside . Some of the bees flew out the window , but most of them staid in the house , dive bombing the others . The spiders didn 't take the hint at all . Fluey grabbed the garden house , and turned on the water . Then he ran back inside , and began spraying the spiders with the hose turned on full blast . That did the trick . Fluey ran back inside the house , and aimed the spiders at the back door . The bees flew out the window , flying to parts unknown . The spiders raced out the door , and crawled down the hill , making it look like the ground was moving . That was the understatement of the year . The entire group was a mess . They were all wet , and there were welts all over their bodies , where the bees had stung them . Skittles had been stung at least a hundred times , and she was whimpering pitifully . " She must 've been stung about a hundred times , " Ken said , looking the small puppy over . " I know for a fact those weren 't killer bees . They wouldn 't have attacked if stupid me left that poker out of the fire place . " " I know a bit about animals , " Mike said . " I ran over a hornets nest with a lawn mower once . I had a dog who took most of those stings . " Mike took Skittles from Multi and looked her over . Skittles began howling in pain . She couldn 't be handled without feeling the pain of those bee stings . Mike shook his head . Multi took his dog , and held her close . Skittles whimpered , and gave his face a tiny lick . Then , she became motionless . Fighting back tears , Multi hugged his puppy , wrapped her in a towel , and put her in the laundry basket for the time being . Then he stood up and faced Mike . " She wants us out of this house , " Mike said . " And she 'll stop at nothin ' to get us out . She 's tryin ' to scare you guys into leavin ' . " " I 'm not afraid of her ! " Ken shouted , and he stood up . " Listen here , you ghost , or whatever you are ! I 'm not afraid of you ! I demand you show yourself and tell us what you think you 're doing ! " A bright glow was seen next . Everyone had to shield their eyes before they went blind ! From the light , a figure of an old woman appeared . She was floating in the air , swooping around like a bat . She was very pale , and her robe looked like it was made out of white satin . Windy just gulped , and grabbed Ken 's arm . She pulled in close . Fluey was practically hyperventilating . Multi ran to his stepmother and latched onto her for protection . Mike just stood there . He felt like he had a tennis ball caught in his throat . " What good does this house do a forty - seven - year - old ghost ? " Fluey asked . " Or is it a hundred and fifty - nine - year - old ghost ? " " It doesn 't matter what good this house does me ! " Old Lady Burgundy shouted . " What matters is this house is mine , and you 're trespassing ! " Old Lady Burgundy glanced over at Mike , and just stared at him . She thought she was seeing things . She just stared at Mike for several minutes . A flashback came to her , that day in 1862 , when Archie Nesmith left her . She thought Mike was him ! " Huh ? " Mike asked . Then he realized the story he had told Windy , Fluey , and Multi . " Oh . No , he 's my great - great grandfather . He 's been dead for years ! " " Well , the resemblance is remarkable . I loved Archie dearly . But after the Civil War , he betrayed my love , and married another ! I had vowed never to love another man for as long as I live ! I wanted revenge on Archibald Nesmith , but I never got the chance . Now , my spirit shall be avenged ! " Multi bit his lower lip and began to look nervous . The wind started blowing , but inside the house . Mike and the others had a hard time keeping their footing . More thunder and lightning followed Old Lady Burgundy 's scream . Raindrops began to fall harder , and amid the rain , so did skulls , and bones . Windy and Barbara let out dual blood curdling screams . " She wants to kill me , though , " Mike said . " It was my great - great grandfather who broke her heart . But she ain 't gonna stop with me . She wants you guys out of her house , and she 'll get you out if she has to kill you to do it . " Old Lady Burgundy swooped down to her pool and laughed . When she laughed , the wind began blowing harder and the rain started falling faster . Pretty soon , it reached to the master bedroom . Multi , Fluey , and Windy climbed onto the large mattress , which was floating in the water . Ken and Barbara . Mike managed to climb on before it floated away . Everyone dove off the mattress , and began to make a swim for it . Old Lady Burgundy was enjoying every moment of this . More lightning and thunder crashed , making it nearly impossible for the group to get away . If Mike could only find his tool box . He dove underneath the water , and started swimming for the cellar . He knew he left his toolbox down there . Ken tried to lead the others back to the mattress , but they were blocked off by a giant wall of water , provided by Old Lady Burgundy . " Let 's go the other way ! " Ken shouted , turning around . Too late . They were blocked off by another wall . Pretty soon , they were boxed in . Windy , Fluey , and Multi were in a full scale panic , but there wasn 't much they could do about it . Pretty soon , the water would close in around them . Luckily , Mike made it to the bottom of the pool . He grabbed the handle of his toolbox and began to swim to the surface . Old Lady Burgundy saw him and glared . Mike began to sink . He tried as hard as he could , but he just couldn 't swim up to the surface . He had to do something fast before he drowned . He opened his toolbox , and began to lighten his load . Not even that helped him . If only I knew how to get in touch with my great - great grandfather ! he thought as he struggled to reach the surface . Maybe his ghost would know how to handle Old Lady Burgundy ! Please , Great - great Grandfather ! Help me ! Old Lady Burgundy began to laugh hysterically . Soon , her revenge would be complete , and she would get her unwanted guests out of her house . Everything was working out quite nicely for her , at least until a golden light appeared from out of nowhere . Old Lady Burgundy stared at it , as it swept down into the pool . It swirled around Mike , and pulled him out of the water , holding him in thin air . The light put Mike down on the attic floor , which was untouched by the water . Then , Old Lady Burgundy 's water box expanded , and sank like a stone . The golden light swept up Windy and Barbara first , then went back for Fluey and Multi , and lastly , delivered Ken to the attic . The golden light then turned into a figure . A man who looked like an older Mike . He slowly turned younger , until he was the exact image of Mike . He was the ghost of Archibald W . Nesmith , Mike 's great - great grandfather , at age twenty - two , like he was in 1862 . " You knew your father hated me , " Archie said . " I had to marry another . But I couldn 't love anyone other than you , Beatrice . Please , leave my great - great grandson alone . Let the Mills ' have the house , I 've come to take you away from all this . We 'll have a new life together . Please put everythin ' back in it 's place , and I promise you , paradise . " " I guess that means the nightmare is over , " Barbara said . " Now why don 't we all get some sleep ? The first day of school is tomorrow morning . " Windy and Multi groaned , but they didn 't argue . It had been a very long day . The next morning was a morning like any other . It was as if nothing had happened . Multi staggered into the kitchen , half asleep . He opened the cabinet , and reached for the box of dog food , when he realized what happened the day before . He nearly forgot about Skittles and the bees . He put the dog food back in the cabinet and sat down at the kitchen table . " Oh come on , Ace , " Ken said . " Don 't look so glum . We got rid of the ghost and the house isn 't haunted anymore , and no one got hurt . " " It 's okay , Multi , " Windy said . " We 'll get you a new dog . " " No , " Multi said . " I don 't want a new dog . Skittles was special . " Clearly , Multi didn 't even want to think about getting another dog . He just sat at the table , stirring at his cereal , until it got soggy . Ken knew how much Multi hated soggy cereal , but he didn 't say anything . He knew Multi was thinking about all those times when his cereal got too soggy to eat , and then Skittles would start begging at the table with her little squeaky barks , wanting the cereal . Ken stood up and started towards the laundry room . Everybody else stood there , and watched him . Ken then came out of the laundry room , holding something behind his back . Ken held out his hands , and revealed a small , brown and white lop eared puppy . She saw Multi and began barking and wagging her tail . Ken put her down on the ground and she ran for the red haired teenager . " I guess Mike was right , " Ken said . " It 's like it never even happened . Hey , you kids better get going . You don 't want to be late on your first day of school ! "