Little Camp Of Horrors books

R. L. Stine_Mostly Ghostly 04

I ran over to Artie, who was pouring orange juice from a big pitcher. “Have you seen my brother?” I asked. Artie set down the pitcher. “Colin? He went on a canoe trip.” My mouth dropped open. “He already left? For how long?” Artie shrugged. “Two days, I think. He took some guys with him. He left ...