Hello again, Aral Stein Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host and keeper of those strange and spooky tales from the hidden vault of Aral Stein.

Today is another chilling tale.

This monstrous yarn story club members might make you check your backyard for monsters.

It's one I call the Halloween Club.

Are you ready to kick Evil's butt?

Lonnie asked his friends.

Ready as ever, Allison said.

You know I'm ready.

Kylie said.

Then let's do this.

Lonnie said.

They all donned their Halloween masks, which were gold-painted hockey masks with the initials,

THC, for the Halloween club, etched in black letters upon them.

Each member wore a dark hoodie, black pants, and carried a pillowcase along with a weapon of choice.

Lonnie had a hockey stick, Allison wielded a baseball bat, and kindly clutched a net.

They left the clubhouse, which was a tool shed in Lonnie's backyard.

The crew of monster slayers had to clean up their town.

It was filthy with monsters, zombies, vampires,

werewolves, and chainsaw-wielding maniacs.

Just to name a few of the neighborhood night-stalkers.

The minute they reached the gate to the front yard, a horde of zombies were upon them.

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