Sometimes it’s the little things that get to me. Like an electric toothbrush. Mom’s got on in her hand -but not it’s not for her teeth. She’s using it on the kitchen floor. As if this is normal. As if this makes sense. I want to sneak back to my room and start the day over, but I can’t. Mom’s already spotted me. “Look, Kit-Kat,” she says, holding up the toothbrush. “The bristles are perfect for cleaning in between the floor tiles. I got the tip from Good Housekeeping. Cool huh?”
This book contains 4 stories, that all have to do with ghosts/hauntings and such.