"…and he was never seen again!"

The boy adjusted his glasses and waited for a response. Nothing.

"Monty, that wasn't even scary!" exclaimed Caleb.

"Yeah, it didn't even make sense," agreed Claude.

Monty sighed dejectedly as Pippa patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"Well you come up with something better!" he challenged.

"Alright, alright. This is totally true!" began Claude.

"It happened to our neighbour's cousin," continued Caleb.

"Well then it must be true," mumbled Monty to no one in particular.

"Shhh!" hushed Jamie, turning back to the twins. "What happened?"

"Well", continued Claude. "He was in his room when he heard it. Tap tap tap. Three knocks. He looked around, but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Tap tap tap. There it was again! He thought it was somebody knocking on the other side of the room, but there was no one else home! Tap tap tap. There it was again! He suddenly realised it wasn't coming from the wall, it was coming from…" Claude paused for dramatic effect and moved the torch under his chin, lighting his face eerily. "…the mirror!"

"So what happened?" asked Jamie, leaning forward in anticipation. Caleb snatched the torch from his brother and continued the story.

"He went up to the mirror…" whispered Caleb. The other kids leaned forward eagerly, except Monty, who started trembling anxiously. "He looked into the mirror, got real close with his hands pressed up against the glass and everything and—"

The tent zipper suddenly opened.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" screamed the kids, clutching at each other fearfully. Jamie's mum stood up in fright.

"Sorry kids," she said, recovering from her own surprise. "I didn't mean to startle you like that."

"Mum, please don't ever do that again," exclaimed Jamie.

"Come on now, it's time you all went home. You've got school in the morning you know. And there's still plenty of time before Halloween to tell all your ghost stories.

The kids reluctantly crawled out of the tent and said their goodbyes.

"Goodnight mum!" called Pippa, closing her bedroom door. She looked at the mirror on her dresser, the twin's story still swirling around her head. What had happened at the end? She sighed. Normally she didn't think anything of ghost stories, but since meeting Jack and the other Guardians Pippa was a little more open-minded.

"I guess I'll get them to tell me the rest at school tomorrow," she thought aloud, sitting down in front of the mirror. Three knocks huh. She reached up and gentle tapped her knuckle against the glass three times, then waited. Nothing happened. Totally true, yeah right. Pippa stood up, turned out the lights and climbed into her bed.

Tap tap tap.

Pippa froze. Slowly, she pushed the blankets off her legs and turned the lights back on, then crept over to her dresser and looked into the mirror. There was nothing unusual, just her wide-eyed face staring back at her. Hesitantly, Pippa reached up and tapped on the glass three times. Waited. Nothing.

"Maybe I just imagined it?" she thought to herself, straightening up and walking back to her bed.

Tap tap tap.

Pippa spun around. This time she saw a flash of orange in the mirror. She looked around the room, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. And certainly nothing orange. Moving back to the mirror Pippa tapped on the glass four times, then turned around and waited.

Tap tap tap tap.

Pippa slowly turned around and stared at the mirror, her jaw hanging open. She was definitely going to have a good story to tell the others tomorrow!