“That’s it. I’m out of here.” “Hold on a minute,” Angelo said. “Let’s think this through.” “Think what through?” Nick asked. He stared into the dark woods, waiting for the shadows to morph into a terrifyingly huge creature. All he wanted to do was wake up his parents, tell them what he’d seen, and get away before the Sasquatch came back. “This is proof of Bigfoot.” Angelo reached into his backpack and pulled out a small tape measure. He pulled the tape out and whistled softly. “Twenty-three inches.” “Are you out of your ever-loving gourd?” Carter asked. “You’re actually taking measurements while a monster waits to eat us? Those Oreos aren’t going to keep it full for long.” Nick had to agree. Angelo snapped a couple of pictures with his iPad and wrote something in his monster notebook. “If it wanted to attack us, it would have done it already.” “That’s what the kids always say in slasher movies before the bad guy cuts off their heads,”
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