Hello again, Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the strangest,

spookiest tales on Earth.

Today is another Ivy's chilling tale.

This bewitching account, Story Club members, might make you stay away from old dark houses on the last night of April.

It's one I call Valporega snacht.

The thunder rumbled through the sky and Ariel Klein peddled home a little faster.

The April sky was dark and sprouting with thunderheads.

The lightning would soon follow, and then the rain.

She still had five miles to go.

Earlier, Ariel had been at the park playing softball with her friends.

The rain came down seconds later. And this wasn't just

any rain. It was a cloudburst, biblical rain. It fell fast, it fell hard, and it hurt.

Ariel had thought she could race home and beat the inevitable spring precipitation, but she

didn't make it. Time to call her mom.

As Ariel pulled out her phone, it slipped from her hands and landed in an already full mud puddle in the rough country road.

Plop!

No!

She jumped off her 10-speed bike and fished for her phone in the water.

Picking it up, it still worked. Yay. But as she dialed, the phone went black,

bricked, dead.

Great. She was completely drenched now, as if she'd climbed into the bathroom shower with all of her clothes on.

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