Hello again, Story Club members. I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the

strangest, spurious tales on earth. Today is another Ivy's chilling tale. This haunted

high seas account story club members

might make you stay away from the mysteries of the open sea.

It's one I call Bolinbaker sales again.

One August, my parents and I were in Seattle.

I wanted all of my friends to come with me, but they said I could only bring one of my besties along this time.

So Lance Jackson and Willow Yates stayed back in Grimsbridge, and Autumn Nash tagged along.

My parents decided they wanted to rent a boat overnight and take it out onto the Pacific.

Dad really liked a fish and wanted to do a boat overnight and take it out onto the Pacific. Dad really liked

fish and wanted to do so in open water. We were out in the sun all day. My dad caught

quite a few rockfish. Autumn and I each caught one too, but we felt bad for the poor fishies

and released them back into their watery home. My mom sat on the deck in a lounge chair and read one of her new mystery novels.

She loved reading, especially suspense books, which is probably where I got my love of reading.

I miss her.

But as you might know, being out in the sun all day can wear you out.

We all went to bed after a nice dinner as the sun was going down.

We'd had a great day, but I couldn't wait to get some rest.

I'd had to take some pills for motion sickness while we'd been out on the water,

as I didn't quite have my sea legs.

Honestly, I get motion sick pretty easily.

I even got sick on the morning bus going to Grimsbridge Elementary when I was little. It was around 3.15 in the morning when

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