BOOlia's Tales of Horror 6
Milo Murphy's Law: A Haunted House Sleepover on Halloween Night
Zack screamed. Milo and his classmates were on the bus ride home from school the day before Halloween. Milo and Melissa were talking about tomorrow's plans when they were interrupted. They looked at him.
"What's wrong, Zack?" Melissa wanted to know.
"Yeah." Milo added. "Why did you scream like that?" Zack looked at his friends.
"Sorry." He said to them. "But, I swear, I saw a ghost." The two teens were confused.
"A ghost?" Milo questioned.
"Yeah, from that house over there. I was just gazing out the windows, and saw it in one of the house's windows." Melissa pointed to a ghost sticker on a house window.
"Are you sure it wasn't one of those? That's just a decoration for Halloween tomorrow."
"I'm sure." Zack said. "Look, I know it sounds crazy, but I saw a real ghost in that house back there."
"I'm sure it was your imagination." Bradley said. They all looked at him.
"What makes you say that?" Milo asked.
"Cause ghosts aren't real."
"But what about all of those sitings people claimed?"
"They're all fake. They're tricks from the glare of the cameras or something."
"But I know what I saw." Zack stated. "And it wasn't my eyes playing tricks on me. What I saw was a ghost."
"He could be right." Chad spoke up. "After all, Mr. Drako is a vampire."
"He is not." Mort informed him. "Just because he looks and acts like a vampire doesn't mean he is one. How many times must we go over this?"O
"Until you believe me. You will one day, then you'll be sorry." Mort sighed.
"You have to have proof about these things." Bradley said. "You can't just accuse, otherwise you'll come off as a laughing stock fool, and no one will take you seriously like now."
"Well, next time I see a ghost from that window, I'll tell you." Zack continued."One day, we can stop there, and have a look." Mort then got an idea.
"How about tomorrow?" He asked. They all looked at him. "We can maybe spend the night there. Tomorrow night perhaps."
"Spending a night in a haunted house?" Milo questioned. "On Halloween night of all nights too? I was going to watch horror movies with my family, but this seems much more fun. Sign me up!"
"No!" Zack blurted out. They looked at him. "I mean, I don't think its a good idea."
"Why?" Mort questioned. "Then we'll know whether to believe you or not. Don't tell me you're scared."
"I'm not scared. It's just that it's Halloween. I'm sure people have other plans." His friends shook their heads, and said that they had no plans, and were free.
"The last time I was busy on Halloween was when I was trick or treating." Bradley admitted. "And I haven't done that since third grade. Other than that, I was doing my homework like a good boy.
"What about school then? We can't spend the night; we have to get up early and be ready."
"Parent-Teacher conferences." Milo reminded him. "Have you forgotten?"
"Well, what about homework?"
"We have a four day weekend." Melissa told him. "Plenty of time to get it done."
"Well, there's, there's…." He sighed. "There's no getting out of this, is there?"
"Nope!" Milo piped up. "Don't worry Zack, it'll be fine, not to mention fun."
"You're not going to chicken out, are you?" Mort taunted.
"Plus it's not haunted," Bradley informed him. "That's why it'll be fine. You have nothing to fear." Zack was still unsure.
"But...but…" He uttered.
"I dare you!" Mort said. Everyone gasped.
"Oh, you have to take it now." Milo put in.
"No, I don't." Zack told him. "But, I will, if it means you all will get off my back about it." Everyone cheered. "But we all have to inform our parents. No sneaking out." They all agreed. He sighed. "Alright, I guess we're really doing this. We're sleeping over at a haunted house on Halloween."
"So, that house?" Melissa, dressed as a black cat, asked the next morning on the school bus. She pointed to the grey house at the top of the hill through the window. It was the only house not decked up for the holiday.
"That's the one." Zack, dressed as the former US president, (he wasn't going to dress up, but changed his mind when he remembered last year) said with a nod. "I don't see a ghost yet, but I swear, there was one." Milo and Melissa looked at each other in worry. This worried Zack, "What is it?" Melissa looked back at Zack.
"That house hasn't been used in years. That's the Greyins's house. Rumors have it that it is haunted by the Greyins's ghosts, a family who died in it after they were all murdered in cold blood. People who tried to demolish it or moved there, had failed. No human has ever set foot on that property for thirty years. The murderer was arrested and got life. So one of the ghosts you saw must be one of the spirits. It's been so abandoned, that I forgot it still exists."
"So, you believe me?" Zack asked. "And that I'm not going crazy."
"If the rumors are true." Milo, depressed as Edward Murphy (his descendent), put in. "Then yes, yes we do, buddy."
"You all are going crazy." Bradley, who wasn't dressed at all, (said he doesn't do Halloween anymore like Zack last year) stated. "Those are just rumors, and some rumors, such as this, are false. If you guys go to this house tonight, you all will be wasting your time, and the cops will come because you'll be breaking and entering. Just saying."
"Well, hopefully the police won't mind." Melissa said.
"You're going to spend the night with us, Bradly." Milo told him.
"Why? So I can brag in how I was right, and all of you are wrong? No, I can do that on Monday back at school. I have other stuff I could be doing instead."
"Like what?" Melissa asked. "You said you were too old for trick or treating."
"I could get a start on my homework. I know that this is a four day weekend, and that I have 'plenty of time', but if I get it done, I don't have to worry about it later. That way, it doesn't have to be forgotten, and you don't have to panic trying to get it all done the last minute. That'll be smart."
"Are you scared?" Mort, a vegan stick, wanted to know.
"No!" Bradley spat. "I am not scared. It's just a house."
"A haunted house!" Melissa added.
"No, no it's not."
"It's okay to be scared, Bradley." Milo told him. "Everybody gets that way sometimes. It's completely normal."
"For the last time, I am not scared."
"Then why don't you come?" Mort asked. "It'll be great company."
"Because I don't want to, and it's absolutely unnecessary, okay? There's nothing wrong with that. Can't you just leave it as that?"
"We can't." Bradley sighed.
"Fine! I'll go." They all cheered. "But only to prove a point, and to get you guys off of my back."
"So, when will we go?" Zack asked. "And where will we meet?"
"When trick or treating starts." Mort stated. "At 5:30. We'll meet at the end of this block. Bring lots of snacks, and other stuff to entertain you. Bring your Nantando Swap if you want to play together, and any multiplayer games you have. We'll leave in the morning the next day when we get up."
"Prepare to lose." Bradley said to them.
"What will happen if we don't?" Melissa asked.
"Yeah!" Milo added. "What then? The winner or winners should get something if they're right, and the losers or loser should get something if they're wrong. That way it'll be more fun."
"Fine." Bradley thought about this.
"I know. The losers should drink or eat something disgusting, and the winners should do the opposite. I got the idea from some online videos."
"What kind of crazy show does that?" Zack wanted to know. "Some kind of crazy Scary Factor jazz?"
"No. That show is all about gross stuff to eat. The gross stuff in this show is the punishment, that among other crazy, insane punishments."
"That's just whack."
"Yes, yes it is."
"The gross punishment is fine by me." Bradley said. "I'm not going to lose, so I'm not worried one bit. You guys, however, I feel sorry for you guys." Milo seemed touched.
"Aww, thanks, but, it's you I'll feel sorry for."
"Agree to disagree."
"Agreed...to disagree."
"I'm going Mom, Dad, and Sara!" Milo called that night heading towards the door.
"Okay; have fun, sweet heart!" Mrs. Murphy, a spider, said putting down the candy bowl for the trick or treaters.
"I will, Mom. You may say I'll have a scary o' time." Mr. Murphy, a cockroach, chuckled. He put his hand on the table where the candy was.
"That's good, Milo. Very good."
"Thanks, Dad." When Mr. Murphy took his hand off, he took the cloth and the candy basket that was on it. The basket fell, spilling all of the candy on the floor.
"Sorry." Mr. Murphy apologized. "I'll help pick them up before all of the kids come." He bent down to help his wife pick up the candy. Milo did the same. Diogee, dressed as a Dalmatian came in. Milo marveled at the sight.
"Aw, Diogee, you're a dog dressed up as a dog. That's so cute and clever."
"Thanks." Sara said, Sally Janel Smithers, a former companion of Dr. Zone, coming in as well. "I saw it at Party Town, and thought 'Diogee must have it'".
"You should have told me, then I would've been a firefighter. I'm Edward Murphy because this would've been his 100th year if he was still alive.
"Yeah, maybe next year you can be a firefighter." She saw the knocked over candy basket. "Dad or Milo?"
"Your father this year." Mrs. Murphy answered.
"Ah, so Milo has yet to do it this year."
"The candy might have to wait for me to knock it down next year." Milo told his sister. "I have a haunted sleepover to get to, remember?""
"Aw, yes, how could I forget?" Milo shrugged.
"You're a teenager. You must have been busy with your teenage stuff, and your horror movie binge watching."
"Must have. Have fun."
"I will." Milo was about to go when Diogee barked. Milo looked at him, knowing exactly what the dog wanted. "I'm sorry, buddy. You have to stay here." Diogee whimpered sadly. "I know this is Halloween night, but, I'll be fine. Don't worry." Milo then walked out of the door, waving goodbye. "See you guys in the morning!" They (the humans) all waved goodbye too.
Milo rode his bike to meet his friends at the end of the block near the haunted house. His friends were all waiting on him.
"Sorry I'm late." He told them. "I had to help pick up the candy that my dad knocked over."
"Bradley thought you'd chicken out." Chad, an onion, stated.
"Me?" Milo asked himself. "No way! I can't wait to get the night started."
"I can't wait to win, either." Bradley said.
"That's not what I said but, whatever floats your boat I guess."
"Did you bring anything you'll need, Milo?" Melissa asked.
"Yes." Milo answered. "I brought snacks, dinner, a flashlight, and a sleeping bag."
"I brought a multi player video game we could all play." Zack stated.
"Cool. That might be fun too. The ghosts might want to play as well."
"Even if ghosts exists, they don't play video games." Bradley said.
"How do you know?" Milo questioned. "After all, they used to be like you and me , humans. And yes, some, sadly, again like you and me, kids."
"I just want to make it though the night." Zack said. "So, we don't have to do this again." He looked around. "Because this house is giving me the creeps."
"Come on!" Bradley started. "There's nothing remotely scary about it."
"Just don't think about it, buddy." Milo said to him. "And then you won't be so scared."
"Okay? I guess that makes sense."
"Yes, it does. Now, let's get this night started! It's going to be spooktacular!"
A child ghost saw Milo and friends as Zack booted up the Swap in the living room (Milo pointed out that it was silly that this was still called the living room since all of the inhabitants were dead, and should be renamed the dead room). The child ghost was surprised. No human had come here in years. So why are they suddenly humans here? He decided to tell his parents about the unwelcome guests. He flew off.
"MOMMY; DADDY!" He called. "MOMMY; DADDY!" He flew past his brother.
"Greyson?" He asked, turning to him. "What's the matter? What do you need Mom and Dad for?" Greyson turned to him,.
"They're human children here, Gregori." Gregori looked at him like he was nuts.
"Humans?" Greyson nodded.
"I saw them."
"Are you sure? There hasn't been humans here in thirty years." Greyson nodded.
"They're here now. I saw them with my own eyes."
"Well, what are they doing here?" Greyson shrugged. Gregori smiled wickedly. Greyson looked nervous.
"Uh, oh. Not that look. When you give that look, it means trouble's coming."
"Before we get Mom and Dad, why don't we have a little fun with the humans here first?"
"Gregori, no." But Gregori didn't listen. He flew off. Greyson flew after him to stop him. "No; stop!"
"What's your problem? I'm not going to hurt them, just scare them is all."
"Dad says scaring isn't nice."
"Dad doesn't need to know, and you aren't going to tell him or Mom."
"well, uh, no, but you're going to get in trouble if you get caught if he sees you."
"He's not going to see. We're ghosts; we're supposed to scare."
"Why?"
"Cause it's fun. We're invisible to them sometimes, so we can get away with it."
"It sounds kind of mean."
"It was mean for that guy to murder all of us in cold blood that fateful night."
"Yeah, I hate him for that. We had a life, and he took it away? That's not fair! What was wrong with that guy?! He was evil with a capital E. But taking it out on these human children? They're innocent; they didn't do anything wrong."
"Well, neither did we! Now, come; this'll be fun."
"But...but..." Gregori sighed.
"Once you see it in action, you're never want to stop. Trust me." Greyson sighed as he followed him.
"Okay. I hope you know what you're doing."
"I do. Relax, and have fun."
"I'll try."
"That's my little brother!"
Milo and his friends were all playing on the Swap.
"Yes!" Zack cheered. "One turn in, and I already have a star!"
"Good going, Zack." Milo complimented. "That's one more star than I have."
"Thanks, but you don't have any stars."
"My point exactly."
"Milo doesn't have any yet!" Melissa stated. "The game just started. The tides can turn at any moment."
"True." Bradley agreed. "But for Milo, it's doubtful due to his condition."
"You have to be a good sport, and believe in me, Bradley." Milo told him. "But yeah, you're probably right. Still, I didn't come here to win. I came here to have fun, and that's what I'm doing." Bradley just rolled his eyes.
Unaware to them, Gregori and Greyson were watching nearby.
"I wish I was human to buy that thing." Greyson said about the Swap. "That thing looks cool."
"I know a way I can play with them." Gregori said. "But it's not in a way they're expecting."
"Gregori, no!" But it was too late. His brother flew off towards them. "Uh, oh!"
"Yes!" Zack cheered again. "I won at a mini game! I'm good at this game."
"You're doing good, Zack." Milo complimented. "You just might win this thing."
"Again," Melissa put in. "It's still early in the game. The tides have yet to turn."
"Bet it won't be Milo to win in the end." Bradley said. Chad looked at him.
"Don't be such a jerk, Bradley." He told him. "Milo is still capable of winning just like everybody else, despite what he has."
"Exactly." Milo agreed. "But I wouldn't be surprised not to win. But like I said before, I..." Bradley sighed.
"I know! You came here to have fun, not to win." Milo smiled.
"Gee, you know me so well, Bradley!" Bradley sighed.
Gregori went into the Swap, possessing it. It all of a sudden turned off. This confused everybody.
"What just happened?" Mort wanted to know.
"Something spooky, that's what!" Zack stated.
"See?" Bradley chipped in. "It's Milo's bad luck."
"Or this house really is haunted."
"No, I'm pretty sure it's Milo's unluckiness." Gregori made the game system speak.
"GO AWAYYYYYYYY!" He hollowed. This made the teens shiver in fright. They were even more scared when it floated in the air.
"I'M PRETTY SURE THAT'S NOT MILO'S DOING!" Zack screamed.
"It is the work of a ghost?" Chad asked.
"I don't know what else it can be."
"I don't know what it is." Bradley admitted. "But it's not ghost, I know that much. At least, it can't be, no, it's not definitely not."
"GO AWAAAAYYYYYYY!" Gregori hollored again."YOU AREN'T WELCOME HERE. DON'T YOU GET IT? GO AWAY, NOW!"
"Sounds like a plan." The others agreed, and ran for the exit. Gregori got out of the system, and laughed as they exited the room. He flew towards his brother.
"Did you see that?" Gregori asked. "They sure were scared. And we have a new toy as a reward."
"That wasn't nice." Greyson pointed out. "You should return it to them."
"How? They'll just run away again. They probably won't want it back. You need to lighten up, bro." Greyson sighed.
"I still feel sorry for them."
The kids were at the door, and about to go outside, when Milo spoke up.
"So, we're going to give up on staying the night? All because of some ghosts?"
"We have to Milo." Zack told him. "This place is haunted. I knew it was creepy. We shouldn't have came here in the first place."
"Okay, but it's a shame though. It's not everyday that you spend the night in a haunted house, especially on Halloween. Plus, aren't we forgetting some stuff?"
"Milo's right." Melissa stated. "We ran out of there so fast, that we forgot all of our stuff."
"And I believe that the if we stay long enough that'll give us the chance to understand them better." Chad stated.
"I agree with Chad." Mort agreed. "I think we should stay."
"Then why did you guys run like babies?" Bradley asked.
"You did too." Chad reminded him. "Plus, we were shocked and scared to find out that the ghosts are real. Now that we're all calmed down, I say we head back."
"What?" Zack questioned. "No, we're not calmed down. You guys can't be serious. There're ghosts in here, real life super scary ghosts! I thought ghosts weren't real, like Bradley said, but no, there're real, and they're scary."
"That's because horror movies and ghost stories portray them that way." Milo explained. "Maybe there're misunderstood, and want to be our friends like that one ghost. I say we give it a shot. Sometimes you have to face your fears. That's the only way to overcome them. But if you want to leave, by all means, leave, be my guest. The door's right there, in front of us." Zack sighed.
"You all really want to stay, don't you guys?" Zack wanted to know.
"I don't." Bradley put in. "But at the same time, I don't want to miss out on this. I have nothing better to do, besides homework, but I'll get done with it fast, and then, I'll have nothing better to do."
"I thought you want to get it done right away." Melissa put in. "So you don't have to worry about it later." Bradley looked at her.
"A guy can change his mind, my dear Melissa. Besides, I'm already done with half of it."
"Remember Zack," Milo told him. "You don't have to because of what we want. It's all about you."
"I want to stay." Everyone was shocked.
"Really?"
"You don't have to." Melissa said.
"Yeah, remember what I said literally twenty seconds ago? It's all ab..."
"I know what you said." Zack said. "But I'm willing to give it another shot. I have to face my fears. That's the only way. I can overcome them. Plus, the Swap is very expensive." Milo smiled.
"That's the spirit, Zack; or should I say, that's the Halloween spirit!" He then laughed at his joke. Bradley rolled his eyes.
"Ha-ha!" He faked. "Maybe you should tell jokes to the ghosts."
"That's a great idea! Maybe I should, in fact I think I will." Bradley rolled his eyes again as they all went back to where there stuff were.
Gregori was playing on Zack's Swap when the door jiggled.
"More humans?" Greyson asked. "I say that because why would Mom and Dad not just pass through. We're ghosts!" The door creaked open. "Hide!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Gregori said. "I know." And with that, the ghosts vanished. The Swap hit the floor.
Zack, Milo, Chad, Bradley, Mort, and Melissa reentered the room. Zack picked up his Swap, and observed it.
"Well, looks like he lost a mini game. It's a good thing he didn't break it, otherwise I'd been majorly pissed. Again, this thing is expensive." Mort locked the door. They looked at him.
"So we don't get the idea of leaving, or somebody suspicious comes in."He explained. They all agreed this being a good plan.
"Who's hungry?" Milo asked. He looked at his watch. "It's 6:20. I say now it's a good time to eat our dinners." He took out his tuna sandwich. The others agreed and took out their non-microwaveable food. They all began to eat.
"So you see, Gregori?" Greyson said. "These kids mean no harm. Can we stop spying on them, and leave them alone?"
"You know I can't do that." Gregori answered. "This is our house. They invaded it."
"But they mean no har...""
"I don't care; they deserve to have the living daylights scared out of them!"
"But don't scare them too much. I like these kids."
"Oh, I'll scare them. But it depends on how wimpy these kids are. I can't promise you, and that's the plan." He flew off.
"Gregori!" He sighed. "Why do I even bother?"
Gregori started to eat Bradley's pasta salad before Bradley could even open it. When he did, and saw that it had been eaten, he was mad and stood up.
"Okay, who's been eating my pasta salad?" He demanded to know. "I remember a lot more than this."
"Not me." Chad said.
"Or me." Mort added. Melissa was mad.
"Don't jump to conclusions with no evidence!" She scolded him.
"Yeah!" Chad put in. "That's usually my thing."
"Well, who did then?" Bradley wanted to know. "It is one of the 'ghosts'?"
"Could be." Milo suggested. He then saw that Gregori began eating half of his sandwich. "Hey! It's eating half of my sandwich; must be hungry. Oh, well, I guess! It eats what it wants. No big deal." Gregori ate a little of everyone's foods, and even some snacks. He then burped when all done.
"Okay," Zack said, a little disgusted. "Something is definitely going on! A ghost is definitely here in our presence. I think we should leave."
"I agree." Bradley stated. "I think we stayed here long enough."
"No way!" Mort disagreed. "Just because the ghost's hungry? We haven't stayed a whole hour yet. We agreed to stay until morning."
"Yeah!" Chad agreed as well. "Although it is a little creepy to stay here, we agreed. Plus, some of us might be getting too old to go out trick or treating, so we have nothing better to do." Zack sighed, and decided to stay. Everyone did too. Bradley said they were all crazy again for staying, but eventually agreed as well. Gregori, disappointed, flew back to his brother.
"You shouldn't have done that." Greyson scolded him with narrowed eyes. "That was their food to eat; not yours."
"I don't get it." Gregori stated. "They should have left a long time ago." He gave out a wicked grin, rubbing his ghost hands together. "It's time to turn it up a notch."
"No!" Greyson cried. "Don't turn it up a notch, lower it! Turn the notch way down!" He sighed once again.
"And again, why should I even bother?"
"I don't know. Because you're stupid?" Greyson was mad.
"I am not stupid; take that back!" He saw that Gregori was gone. "Uh-oh; here we go again!"
The lights in the room began to flicker.
"Uh, guys?" Zack began. "The ghost is back." The kids gasped as the furniture began to hover up on their own.
"I SAY THIS TIME WE ALL GET OUT OF HERE!" Bradley screamed. This time, they all agreed as they all got up quick, and ran for the door.
"YES!" Gregori yelled. "GET OUT; GET OUT, AND NEVER COME BACK!" He cackled wickedly. Two grown ghosts then appeared, making the kids scream even more.
"What is all of this racket going on, Gregori?" The man ghost wanted to know.
"Sorry, Dad." Gregori apologized. "I'm just trying to get these trespassers out of here." The grown ghosts looked at them. The woman ghost seemed touched.
"Bless my former soul." She marveled. "If it isn't human children! We haven't seen a human in here for thirty years. Hi, kids; my name is Gretta, and this is my husband, Gerold. I see you already met Gregori, our eldest son."
"Hi, nice to meet you all." Milo greeted them with a wave. "And these are my friends: Bradley, Mort, Chad, Melissa, and Zack."
"I'm not your friend!" Bradley disagreed. "I don't even like you." But he was ignored.
"What are you doing?" Zack asked Milo. "Don't introduce us to these ghosts."
"Why not?" Milo questioned. "They seem nice."
"Milo is right." Gerold said. "We are nice, and we mean you no harm." He glared at his son. "Right, Gregori?"
"But, Dad," Gregori protested. "They aren't welcome here. They're humans; we're ghosts."
"So?" Greta asked. She folded her arms across her chest, looking crossed. "Your father and I taught to you better then this. You need to have respect and love for people different then you."
"But, Mom..."
"Don't 'But, Mom' me. Apologize right this minute."
"But, Mom..." Gregori sighed when he saw his mom's narrowed eyes, and looked at the humans. "Sorry guys."
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm sorry I scared you all."
"And...?" Greta arched an eyebrow.
"And it'll never happen again." Greta beamed.
"That's better! Scaring people out of their wits, what a nasty thing to do." Greyson then flew in front of them.
"I tried to stop him, Mom." He told her. "He wouldn't listen." Greta smiled at him.
"I'm so proud of you for trying, son. You're a good kid. If only there were more souls, living or non-living, like you. The world will be a better place." Greyson smiled.
"So, children," Gerold began. "What are you doing here?" And so, Milo told them everything
"So in conclusion,..." Milo concluded. "Can we stay here?"
"Your parents do know you're here, don't they?" Greta wanted to know. They all nodded. She laughed with a snort. "Duh! You're good kids who tell your parents the truth; why shouldn't you tell them? You told them the truth, right?" Again, they all nodded.
They then heard something from the door. Everyone panicked.
"You don't have anyone else living here, do you?" Zack wanted to know.
"No." Gerold replied. "No we don't. It's just the four of us." They then heard barking.
"So you don't have a dog? Because that sure sounds like a dog."
"No, I was planning on surprising the kids with a puppy the next day if we all weren't murdered."
"Aww!" Melissa marveled. "Too bad you were murdered." Gerold nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, it is. It is too bad."
"What might have been." Gregori put in. "My brother and I would always imagine the possible ways, but sadly, it's not the same. There is some good sides and bad sides to being dead."
"I guess I have to be dead to fully understand it." Melissa stated. "Because as a mortal, I can only list more bad then good."
"Yes, yes, you will have to be dead to fully grasp it." They then heard barks again. Those made Milo smile.
"There's the barking again," Zack said. "Where it is coming from?" Milo went to the door.
"I know." He said. He looked at the ghostly parents. "May I?" They both nodded. He unlocked, and opened it. Diogee walked in. Zack gasped with fright.
"Oh my gosh!" Her cried. "A sick stay dog just walked in. He's so sick that he has spots all over him!" This made everyone laugh. Zack was confused. "What?"
"It's Diogee, Zack. He's in his Dalmatian costume."
"Oh, I knew that. I just acted scared because of it being Halloween and all."
"Sure you did." Bradley said. "Sure you did."
"I'm serio..." He sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I didn't know."
"He's yours?" Greyson asked as Milo petted his dog. Milo looked at him.
"Yeah, he is." Diogee licked him and he laughed. "You're getting my costume wet."
"How did he find you?"
"Oh, he finds me everywhere with his powerful sniffer. He does it to check up on me."
"Oh, that's nice and lovely." Greta said.
"Yes; yes, it is."
So, Milo, Diogee, Bradley, and Milo's friends stayed the night, and went home the next morning. Milo metioned that not a lot of misfortunes had happened to him that night. Bradley realized he lost, and now had to drink something gross. But, he had to admit although he was absolutely terrified, he had an amazing time, but he wouldn't admit it to anyone.
"Do I really have to drink this?" Bradly asked on Saturday. He, Milo, Melissa, Chad, Zack, and Mort were in Milo's kitchen. On the countertop was a Peanut Butter-Root Beer-Pickle smoothie. Milo, Mort, Chad, Melissa, and Zack all had Strawberry-Bananna smoothe.
"You lost the challenge." Mort told him, "So, yes, you do."
"I hate you all so much right now." Bradley drank it. He spat it out.
"Ugh; that is so gross!" Everyone was disgusted, and couldn't believe he drank it.
Milo really felt bad for him though. But Halloween night was the best one he had ever had, for it isn't every Halloween you get to spend the night in a real haunted house, and not he, nor his friends, or Bradley, will ever forget.