I hope your thigh has been freshly washed. (That's how my father says I should start letters. Only he calls 'em "correspondence" cause he's a lawyer.)

Guess what -- me and Donny solved the Mystery of The Haunted Cave! It turns out Old Man Santiago was dressing up as a ghost to try to trick Mrs. Erickson out of her secret family cake recipe. He said he'd have gotten away with it, too, if it hadn't been for our meddling.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of rusty rebar for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Andy told one about a ghost named Draco who haunted the guy who stole his ochre ear. Chuckie was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally wicked.

Another!