The other day me and Stevie were playing racketball over by the spooky cave and he said he thought he saw a ghost. I told him they weren't real, and he got this weird look in his eyes and said "Oh, they're real. They're real, all right. You'll find out soon enough."

My dad's trying to get me into collecting lace doilies, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be trading BRICKO sculptures.