title: Ghostly Frights For Halloween Nights
author:  Shauna Mooney Kawasaki 
description: Filled with the requisite bats, skeletons, pumpkins, and lots of ghosts, <i>Ghostly Frights for Halloween Nights</i> offers dozens of projects to bedeck house and garden for a month of spooking. Wooden-spoon-face ghouls dressed in glittery fabric scraps cluster among dead leaves in the front yard. Papier-mch spheres shaped over balloons become a bat piata, an owl lantern, or skull-headed maracas. Kids can help with some of the easiest projects, or they can enjoy the fruits of grownups' labor by counting down to the big day with an October version of the advent calendar, or play Dr. Frankenstein by reassembling a brightly colored monster body. The sometimes-murky directions and occasionally confusing (though graphically appealing) illustration diagrams are generally clarified by the color photos of the finished products, and most of the projects are fairly simple anyway. With the exception of the more-complex stitching projects (stuffed chameleon, peek-a-boo quilt, witch doll), novices should be able to handle most of these items. <i>--Amy Handy</i>
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  # CALLING ALL CREEPS!
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Goosebumps - 50
  
  
  ## R. L. Stine
  
  
  ## (An Undead Scan v1.5)
  
  
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  ### 1
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  At a little after eight o’clock at night, I tiptoed from my bedroom and crept
  
  
  as silently as I could down the stairs. Three steps from the bottom, I tripped
  
  
  over a stack of laundry—and fell headfirst the rest of the way.
  
  
  I landed hard on my elbows and knees, but I didn’t make a sound. I’m used to
  
  
  falling. I do it all the time.
  
  
  I jumped quickly to my feet and peeked into the front hallway. Had Mom and
  
  
  Dad heard me?
  
  
  They had the TV on in the den. They were watching the Weather Channel. They
  
  
  can watch the Weather Channel for _hours._
  
  
  What’s so interesting about the weather?
  
  
  I could hear the woman on TV talking about the wind chill in Nova Scotia. I
  
  
  pulled on my blue down parka and made my way silently to the front door.
  
  
  A few seconds later, I was outside, jogging along the sidewalk. I kept in the
  shadows, ducked my head low—and headed
  
  
  for school.