The other day I was exploring out by the condemned forest off of Chandler Street. My friend Nate says there's a werewolf out there, but I don't believe him. I think it's a skeleton-zombie, and I'm gonna catch it!

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of warped plywood for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Davey told one about a ghost named Vladimir who haunted the guy who stole his navy skin. Timmy was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally tubular.