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Don’t look so frightened. Or maybe you should look frightened. After all, we don’t sell ice cream or popcorn here. We don’t hand out cheery balloons.

This old castle is where the darkest, scariest stories are kept.

Come into the Unliving Room.

Just step over that giant boa constrictor. Don’t worry. He almost never strikes when he’s curled up like that. Besides, I fed him someone — oops — I mean, something this morning.

The Hall of Horrors is a very special place.

Frightened kids find their way here. Haunted kids. Kids with terrifying stories to tell.

They are eager to tell their stories to me. For I am the Listener. I am the Story-Keeper. I keep the stories safe within these castle walls.

We have a visitor today. His‘ name is Lee Hargrove. He is twelve.

Lee is all tense, hunched up in that big leather harmchair. And what is he squeezing in his hand? Is it a rabbit’s foot?

Let’s ask him.

“Why did you bring that rabbit’s foot, Lee?”

“Because I’ve had some bad luck lately. I hope this is a good-luck charm.”

“Well, it wasn’t good luck for the rabbit!” I joke. Lee doesn’t smile.

“When did your bad luck start?”

“I guess my worst luck was at my friend’s birthday party. It was a horrible day for me. Things got totally out of control. And I was asked to leave the party.”

“Why don’t you start at the beginning, Lee? I am the Story-Keeper. Tell me your story.”

Lee squeezes the rabbit’s foot in his fist. “It’s a creepy story. Are you sure you want me to tell it?”

Go ahead, Lee. Don’t be afraid. There’s Always Room for One More Scream in the Hall of Horrors.