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Playing with whales was fun--a whalehouse was way better than a tree house, nobody could deny that. It was like having a little island of your own, an island that hummed and sang you to sleep at night, through your ears and in your mind, an island that would protect you against the monsters in the night. As long as it didn't forget you were there ( Read more... )

The grimble snuffled softly to itself beneath the bed. There were no longer the tempting little feet dangling over the side. The dust bunnies grew unhindered under the bed. The grimble missed the squeaks and shrieks of the little boy who had lived above him. He had been most fun to terrorize, and when his feet had strayed too close, close ( Read more... )

Sarah didn't notice the mushroom ring until it had grown up to above the height of her socks. At first, they were just little tiny pink mushrooms that were kind of cute. That was all she thought about them until she bent to pull up her socks on her way to school and saw that the cute pink mushrooms had become fuzzy red mushrooms that were nearly ( Read more... )

The old house up on the hill was haunted, Eric was sure. He knew the truth. Mrs. Carson might claim that there were no such things as haunts, but he knew better. All the kids did. They'd all seen Roger Moor when he came back after drowning, sitting there in class with weeds in his hair and leaving a trail of old brown water behind him, even if the ( Read more... )