I shrank back as the Horror let go of the bus and slid to the ground. His yellow eyes studied us menacingly. He moved toward us quickly.
Clay and Luke hid behind Dad. Mom’s mouth dropped open in fright.
“What do you want?” I cried.
He reached out his green hand. “Here,” he said. “We forgot to give you your free passes for next year!”
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