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."

the No-Face mask, his

how'd you know it was

the blood- soaked sheet, peering at Tarquin with

gave

away-he'd noticed a fresh scrape

happened to

by the

Tarquin: "?!"

sheet. Chased me all over the house. If I didn't come back with a battle scar, she wouldn't have let it go!

bit embarrassed about being

"Bernard's got this thing about stealing the bed sheets at home. Great-Gran can't

totally lost

only regret is I didn't get enough sheets to play the swamp monster. That

"Yeah, I like the swamp

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

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

"Then you help me next time! She adores you, Evan. If

you forget? She said if I

Bernard: "..."

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