“ I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. I... uh... used to live in your house, I found myself answering.And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street. R.L. Stine
“ You coming or not?" he repeated impatiently.I was going to say no. But then, glancing at the curtains, I thought, it's probably no more spooky out there in that cemetery than it is here in my own bedr… R.L. Stine
