“Yow!” “You the varmint who wanted an interview?” “You mean you’re one of the….” “Spooky Scary Skeletons? That’s me.” “But you’re….” “Dead? And you’re a smart little reporter. We gonna do this or not?” “Let me grab my notepad. So you had to die to be a spookyContinue reading “FRIDAY FRIGHTFUL FICTION: Scrabbling By”