Even Grandfather and Mr. Hanson had jumped from their beds. They all stood looking out at the beach. At first, no one knew what to say. The tall zombie, the one that had hit Benny in the face, was standing on the beach, its arms outstretched as though it was marching toward the Hanson’s beach house. The sun was rising behind it on the ocean, and the zombie cast a huge shadow across the sand. “How do you think it got there?” Benny finally whispered. “Do you think it followed me here?” “No, Benny,” Jessie said, putting her hand on her little brother’s shoulder. “It is not real. Someone stole the zombie when you were in the haunted house. Then the thief brought the zombie to the beach and left it here.” Violet shook her head. “It is just another mean trick that someone has played on Mr. Hanson.” Mr. Hanson leaned on the deck rail. “I don’t know what to do. You children were right. Someone is trying to ruin my business. But who would do such a thing?” Wendy slid open the screen door and walked out onto the deck.
