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

how'd you know

branch and whipped off the blood- soaked sheet, peering at Tarquin with the same

gave us

right away-he'd noticed a fresh scrape on

happened to your

by the old

Tarquin: "?!"

didn't come back

bit embarrassed about being walloped

the bed sheets at home.

the act today, totally lost it, and gave him a good

Just a scratch. My only regret is I didn't get enough sheets to play the

nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I like the swamp monster

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

steal her bed sheets again, she'll break your legs and you'll never leave

you, Evan. If you

Bernard, did you forget? She said if I steal anything, you get

Bernard: "..."

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