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

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