Карлсон, который живет на крыше

           "This’lldofineforasmartlittleghost-suit,"hesaid.

           InthedrawerofEric’swritingdeskhefoundapieceofcharcoalandwithithesketchedaghastlyghostfaceonthesheet.ThenhetookEric’sscissorsand,beforeEriccouldstophim,cuttwoholesforeyes.

           "Asheet…it’sasmallmatter,"saidKarlsson."Aghosthasgottosee;otherwiseitcouldflutteroffandlandinBurmaoranywhere."

           Hethrewthesheetoverhisheadlikeamonk’srobe;hischubbylittlehandsstuckoutatthesides.AlthoughthechildrenknewthatitwasonlyKarlssonunderthesheet,theywerestillfrightened,andJoffastartedbarkingfiercely.Itwasnobetterwhentheghostswitchedonhisengineandbegantoflyaroundtheceilinglight,thesheetswirlingwiththespeed.Itlookedreallyfrightening.

           "I’malittlemotorizedghost—savage,butbeautiful,"saidKarlsson.

           Thechildrenstoodstill,staringathiminterror.Joffabarked.

           "ImustsayIratherlikethechuff-chuffImakewhenIflyabout,"hesaid."ButasIamaghost,itmightbeagoodideatousethesilencer.Ha!That’sbetter!"

           Hefloatedaroundwithhardlyasoundandseemedevenmoreghostlythanbefore.

           Thethingnowwastofindsomeonetohaunt.

           "Icanhauntthestairs—someoneisboundtocomeandgettheshockofhislife,"saidKarlsson.

           Thetelephonerang,butEricdidnotfeelinclinedtoanswerit.Heletitgoonringing.

           Karlssonpracticedafewsuitablesighsandgroans.