Surprised, Patrick tried to pick the shirt up again, and this time his fingers closed on soft cloth. He stood up and shook the T-shirt out. It was old-fashioned looking with the big stripes, like something out of one of the old black and white TV shows his parents sometimes watched. Small, to. A first-grader's he thought. The sleeves had splotches on the ends, and more stains up near the neck.
Patrick grinned - the snot-nosed 6 year-old he had talked about down below. It was pretty hard to be scared of a ghost that probably had boogers on his nose. Another laugh made him jump, but this time he could tell it came from behind the door on his right. It was cracked open. More sounds came from inside - vrooms, and screeches, and other fake car noises, like a kid was playing some sort of race game.