Later, they all sat in Byron’s room. All four girls, and Benjamin, and Byron, and even Casper was there. Benjamin and Byron were wearing very warm clothes and on the floor in front of them was a piece of paper and a red pen.

  “I don’t want to talk to ghosts,” said Byron.

  “It’s okay,” said Benjamin. “I think they’re friendly. And Casper’s one of them.”

  “But you said ghosts weren’t real,” said Byron.

  “I was wrong,” said Benjamin, “And now we’re going to talk to them.” Benjamin looked around the empty room and asked, “What are your names?”

  Callie picked up the pen and wrote her name.

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  Benjamin and Byron watched as the pen moved on its own and wrote, ‘Callie.’

  “You have to write our names too,” Cassie said.

  So Callie wrote all their names.

  “And Casper too,” added Crissie. She told Callie how to spell it.

  “Wow! That’s a lot of you! Are there other horses too? Ones that Casper can play with?” asked Benjamin.

  “I’ve seen him playing with the live ones,” Carla said. “I think they can see him, and us too.”

  Callie wrote that down with the help of her sisters.

  “Ask him if they have a telescope,” said Cassie.

  “Ask him if they want to be friends,” said Crissie.

  Callie wrote, ‘Friends?’

  Benjamin looked at Byron.

  Byron looked back at Benjamin.

  Both of them smiled.

  “Friends!” they said in unison.

  “Friends!” shouted the girls.

  “Friends! Friends! Friends!” chanted Callie.

  “Neigh,” said Casper, which was horse-speak for ‘friends!’ and he nuzzled Benjamin’s pocket.

  Benjamin smiled and gave him a sugar cube.

  The End