Stan and his friends had met up with ghosts zombies goblins and vampires They’d formed a group called the Zombie Hunters His notes often helped them figure out what was going on He also kept a blog S-s-summer Nights by Stan S Summer He usually wrote the posts from home April 18 3:37 P.M. April Warm afternoon Calm I’m with Barry in Marshfield Grove Approaching shed in farthest corner 10
of graveyard Planning to enter Might have to force our way in Any graveyard building could be haunted It’s worth taking a look inside Stan picked up a stone about the size of a softball The lock on the door was brittle and rusty He hit it gently with the stone The lock fell open and Stan pulled back the latch Going in Barry asked Yes Stan said What are you waiting for Stan pushed the door open He 11
looked around There was only one room no bigger than his bedroom There wasn’t much to see It’s cleaned out Barry said squeezing past Stan to have a look The wooden floor was warped and cobwebs hung from the ceiling The air inside smelled stale and musty Like I told you this place hasn’t been used for years Barry said Maybe a hundred Barry’s house was on the edge of this cemetery and he knew every inch of the grounds This old shed 12
had never interested him Stan lived on the edge of a cemetery too So did the other Zombie Hunters No adventure here Barry said Let’s go Wait a minute Stan said He placed his hand on the back wall and pushed Then he tried to open the only window but it was sealed shut with paint You’re probably right he said Then he looked up What’s that Stan said pointing to a small panel toward the corner 13
