Halloween Picrew Mga Nobela at Kwento

10:05pm "Welcome witches and wizards, guys and gurls to the most creepiest, the most frighting, drop dead bloody Halloween party. I am your zombified host principal MC mackcoi and here with me is Miss Preston my co-host. We would be having and extra ordinary ghostly part right here in our in prestigious school Brantford High Around of applauds for our first Performer tonight ... The monster man. "Whao I can't believe we are actually here hazel... Oh. My. God we are actually here hazel. I am freaking oooout!!! This is so not my scene hazel not my scene. Look at all this creepy weird looking creatures"

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

"Ah yeah…Hello, the local high school is having a fall Halloween festival and we need to find businesses to display this on their windows for advertisement purposes. Would you tape this out on your window?" She lifted it for me to glance at and I narrowed my eyes at the crudely drawn pictures of haggard witches, scary pumpkins, long-fanged wolfmen, and whatnot. "I can ask the owner when she gets in," I responded and watched the other kids lifting products and spraying and sniffing them. They were starting to open other bottles. Gritting my teeth from their blatant indifference I clapped my hands firmly together to get their attention. "Excuse me! We don't offer samples so please don't spray