Nightmare Hour
Chapter One
"Halloween is ruined!” Mike declared. “It's no fun trick-or-treating while it's still light out! Why do we have to be home by eight o'clock?”
Mom rolled her eyes. “Get in the car,” she told him. “And stop complaining. You know why there's a curfew this year.”
“Because parents are stupid,” Mike grumbled.
“Because those kids disappeared last Halloween,” I said. “And the Halloween before.”
Mike shrugged. “What's that got to do with us?”
“Come on, Mike,” I said. “Get in the car. Liz and I want to get going.”
“But I don't want to pick pumpkins. It's bor-ring.” Mike crossed his skinny arms over his chest and made his pouty face. “Why do we have to go?”
“Because we do it every year,” Mom replied patiently. She is used to Mike's tantrums. We all are.
“Let's skip it and pretend we went,” Mike said. He's a real wise guy. Mike is ten, two years younger than me, and he's angry all the time.
Mom says he can't help it because he's a redhead. ... read full excerpt from Nightmare Hour ebook
