So, I wrote a really terrible YA horror novel when I was around 12 or 13. [Okay, confession: I was 12 AND 13, ’cause it took me a year to write it.] The whole thing was the result of consuming too many R.L. Stine and Christopher Pike novels, though I have no regrets.
Now, luckily for you, I’ve decided to post it here. Enjoy!
P.S. Please remember that I wrote this as a child. Please.