The beam from Tarquin's flashlight cut through the darkness, and for a split

second, he was reminded of a character from an anime.

No-Face.

Yeah, that was it. No-Face.

Except this No-Face had to be at least seven feet tall!

But unlike the quiet, eerie No-Face from the anime, the figure in front of him was growling like a grizzly bear!

Not exactly true to character.

Tarquin had a pretty good guess about what was going on. He pressed his lips together, about to ask when a sudden noise rustled above his head.

He looked up—and nearly dropped his flashlight.

There, hanging upside down from a tree branch, was a ghost!

A ghost, with its face covered in what looked like blood. In fact, its whole body

was smeared in red-pretty gruesome at first glance.

Tarquin couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. After a beat, he called out,

"...Evan, Bernard."

off the No-Face mask, his

how'd you know it was

leapt down from the branch and whipped off the blood-

gave us

noticed a

what happened

smacked by the old

Tarquin: "?!"

caught me swiping another bed sheet. Chased me all over the house. If I didn't come back with a battle scar, she wouldn't have let it go! She's tough as nails,

bit embarrassed about being walloped by

bed sheets at home. Great-Gran

act today, totally lost it, and gave him

only regret is I didn't get enough sheets to play the swamp monster. That one's way more impressive! Ghosts

I

it a couple days-once Great-Gran gets some new sheets, I'll snag a few

her bed sheets again, she'll break your legs and

me next time! She adores you, Evan. If you get caught, she couldn't bring herself

shrugged helplessly. "That's true, but Bernard, did you forget? She said if I steal anything,

Bernard: "..."

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