On the floor was a roll of paper, but this one looked different than the others. It was a light green color, rather than the yellowed pages they were used to. There was a tie around the roll, but rather than a piece of brown leather, this looked like some kind of dark green plantlike material. Mark pulled it off and carefully unrolled the pages. They were roughly the same size as the others, but these were oddly shaped. There were no squared edges. Mark felt the texture—they didn’t appear to be paper at all. These pages were some sort of large, dried leaves that were sort of rubbery…and waterproof.
“You ready?” asked Courtney.
“My hands are shaking,” replied Mark.
Then the two of them looked at Bobby’s newest journal.
Journal #5
Cloral
Hi, guys. I gotta apologize for taking so long to write. So much has happened since I left you two, I’m not really sure of where to begin. First off, one mystery is solved. Remember the giant shark that nearly ate me down in that mine shaft on Denduron? Well, now I know where it came from. The territory I’m in now is called Cloral, and it’s entirely underwater. No kidding. Underwater. The quigs on Cloral are giant, flesh-eating sharks. Nice, huh?
Now let me tell you about some of the new trouble I’ve been getting into…
To Be Continued.
About the Author
D. J. MacHaleis a writer, director, executive producer, and creator of several popular television series and movies which include:Are You Afraid of the Dark?; Chris Cross; Encyclopedia Brown, Boy Detective; Tower of Terror; Ghostwriter; multiple Afterschool Specials; and the new seriesThe Strange Legacy of Cameron Cruz . In print D. J. has co-written the bookThe Tale of the Nightly Neighbors , based on his own teleplay, and written a poetic adaptation of the classic folk taleEast of the Sun and West of the Moon .
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