Freddie McFrights's Chilling Night

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THE SPIRIT HAUNTINGS Long strands of sleek black hair swooped over his forehead His eyes were as dark as charcoal and his skin was as pale as well a ghost's Perfect Freddie nodded and floated down the staircase into the kitchen Drifting straight toward a plate piled high with pancakes he breathed in deeply Mmmm burnt to a crisp Thanks Mom Mrs. McFright poured him a tall glass of herbal eek juice Well don't you look horrid she said smiling Very handsome son And great news it looks like it's going to be a beautifully bleak day Now you mustn't stay inside all day playing 8