“You coming or not?" he repeated impatiently. I was going to say no. But then, glancing at the curtains, I thought, it's probably no more spooky out there in that cemetery than it is here in my own bedroom!” — R.L. Stine Copy Share Image
“I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. "I... uh... used to live in your house," I found myself answering. And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street.” — R.L. Stine Copy Share Image
