Welcome back to R.L. Stein Story Club. I'm Ivy, and I'm the keeper of these stories,

the club leader who will introduce you to the strange, the frightening,

the unsettling story club world. Our stories come from Arles Stein's hidden vault, and they've

never been heard before. The only people who get to hear them are story club members, so consider

yourself lucky, or unlucky. I guess it depends on whether you like encounters with ghosts or not.

Today we travel to a dark and drafty house where we'll meet the Ramos family.

It's an old house, but it's new to them.

And new houses always come with unexpected surprises.

It's R. L. Stein Story Club, and this is We See Ghosts.

Your leg is on my side of the car.

That's because your dumb skateboard is where my legs are supposed to be.

And all your dorky crafting supplies are crowding the middle seat.

They're not dorky, you're dorky.

It's like putting two honey badgers in a small room together.

Oh, the worst.

How many friendship bracelets can you make anyway?

Especially when you've got no friends.

They're useless.

Your face is useless.

Your leg is still on my side of the car.

And it's staying there.

Oh yeah? Fine. Mom! Phil is lying down in the back seat and his shoes are in my

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