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,

know it

the

gave us

noticed a

happened

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

not one bit embarrassed about being walloped by

stealing the bed sheets at home.

today, totally lost it, and gave him a good

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

I like

it a couple days-once Great-Gran gets some new sheets,

worried. "But she said if you steal her bed sheets again, she'll break your legs and

conspiratorially, "Then you help me next time! She adores you, Evan. If you get caught, she couldn't bring herself to lay a finger

but Bernard, did you forget? She said if

Bernard: "..."

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