Yesterday we went exploring in the haunted quarry over by Old Man Hutchinson's farm. He got mad and yelled at us for trespassing, but we managed to grab a neat glass protractor before we left.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of dirty plastic tarps 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 Draco who haunted the guy who stole his crimson bung. Timmy was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally swell.