The Spooky Adventures of Boo Bangles the Ghost: Book 4 - The Other Side of Scary

By Laurence Knighton

The Other Side of Scary - Book 4

Ghosts exist in another dimension, but why we see them is a mystery. They’re really over there, but here, too. What happens when a ghost of the scariest kind takes a vacation from what he does best and explores that other dimension? Might Boo Bangles never return to Far Hollow and his favorite haunt in the old abandoned house?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laurence Knighton
• Release date: Dec 12, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465992055

Laurence Knighton

Born in the Rocky Mountains under a loaf of wry bread, Laurence (Larsky) Knighton is a graphic designer and illustrator by trade, having written and illustrated Disney's 'Donald Duck' syndicated daily comic strip for years before its cancelation in the American market. Still illustrating and writing fun, entertaining stories, he resides in Boise, Idaho with his handsome plush-stuffed black Lab 'Buck' who never sheds, barks, or runs away.

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The Spooky Adventures of Boo Bangles the Ghost – Book 3

The Other Side of Scary

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Laurence Knighton

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Chapter 1

Beneath the abandoned house across the street from the only park in Far Hollow the earthen walls of a dimly lit cellar were steamy moist and undeniably moldy. The stifled warm air smelled disturbingly stale and for now it was quiet.

It was a gloomy atmosphere and could have been better if only the cellar wasn’t so warm, but then summer was always like that: hot enough to warm the soil until even the cellar lost its usual charm. The warmer months were also made for longer days, which meant that too much light found a way beneath the house and the mood in the cellar suffered until cooler months arrived.

Were it the dead of winter, the cellar would be usually frosty cold and very dark—the kind that rattles nerves not knowing what might be there to pounce.

That’s what made a perfect mood.

Even the old house above the cellar was affected. Otherwise, it was perfect in every way. Well beyond repair and ripe for eerie moods, it had the distinct markings of sad decay. Not just from the outside like weathered paint or a poorly maintained yard overrun with tall, yellowed weeds, but also beneath every shingle, in the attic where nothing was stored and each unused room, behind sheetrock on the walls and linoleum tile on the floor—including the very studs that shaped the house. Add layers of dust, messy mice and spider webs covering the walls like sticky woven skin and it’s home for the meanest, most-worst ghost to ever drift through eternity.

That would be Boo Bangles: a rascal of a ghostly spirit with a wicked sense of unpractical fun. The master of scary cruel and blistering, goose-bump fear, he was just as terrible when he was alive. Personalities don’t change that easily; bad when alive, bad when dead.

Skin-crawling, knee-clattering terror; that’s what Boo Bangles did best. He could wrinkle skin with the slightest movement of a ghostly hand, turn ugly into ghastly and dreadful into a scary new art form. Confidence offered no match, either, or strong will. Just one ghostly scream chilled the warmest heart and immobilized every muscle in the body like they were made of unmovable stone—sometimes more on any scary day. And he did it all without guilt because, after all, he was a ghost.

That’s how they are.

Most ghosts are harmless. They’re barely seen, if at all. Now and then their pitiful moans are heard on the wind as though far, far away. For the most part they don’t do much but stir up curiosity. They just appear, disappear, or fade in and out, that sort of thing. No pranks, nothing; there one moment and gone the next. They aren’t inclined towards mischief, either, and some are just lazy.

Boring, right? They’re the good ghosts.

Those others, the scary ones like Boo Bangles, they cause all the trouble and give ghosts a bad name. It’s their attitudes, something any ghost worth the scare would bring to a haunt. They’re a terrible lot, rotten to the core, mean, and bad, bad, bad. Fortunately there aren’t that many. Still, imagine if the