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SAM JAM
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Prologue
It was a dark and stormy night.
In fact, it was SO dark and stormy that even film
directors who make scary movies were staying home,
sitting on their sofas with their mothers.
The street was deserted. Overhead, the sky was blue-
black and starless, and only the tiniest sliver of new
moon shone in one corner, shedding a ghostly light on
a few leafless trees.
At ground level, there was almost no light at all. The
only house on this avenue was dark, silent and empty,
as was the street.
Or was it? No. A group of three people came into view
and could be seen approaching the single old building.
They walked steadily towards the closed door.
But before they reached it, something else moved
on the street, behind them. It was a woman, and she
was clearly trying to stay out of sight. She kept hiding
behind trees and lampposts, while keeping her eyes
firmly on the trio in front of her.
The group reached the door of the house. They
opened it wide—and light shone from the doorway.
Sounds could be heard, too: was there a party going on
in the house? Maybe. It was hard to see past the new
arrivals.
They entered. The door shut behind them with a
thud.
Then the woman following in the shadows ran quickly
up to the door. A sign on it said: “Ghost Club.”
She did not knock. Instead, she reached for the door-