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PEEKABOO! Last night me and Rowley waited for Mom and Dad to go to bed, and then we watched our movie. Technically, I was the only one who watched it, because Rowley had his eyes and ears covered the whole entire time. The movie was about this muddy hand that goes around the country killing people. And the last person who sees the hand is always the next victim.

The special effects were really cheesy, and I wasn't even scared until the very end. That's when the twist came. After the muddy hand strangled its last victim, it came crawling straight at the screen, and then the screen went black. At first I was a little confused, but then I realized it meant the next victim was gonna be me. I turned the TV off, and then I described the whole movie to Rowley from beginning to end. Well, I must've done a pretty good job telling the story, because Rowley got even more freaked-out than I was.

I knew we couldn't go to Mom and Dad this time because they'd ground me if they found out we watched a horror movie. But we didn't feel safe in the basement, so we spent the rest of the night in the upstairs bathroom with the lights on. I just wish we had managed to stay awake the whole night, because when Dad found us in the morning, it wasn't a pretty scene.

Dad wanted to know what was going on, and I had to fess up. Dad told Mom, so now I'm just waiting to hear how long I'm gonna be grounded for. But to be honest with you, I'm a lot more worried about this muddy hand than any punishment Mom can dream up. I thought about it, though, and I realized there's only so much ground a muddy hand can cover in a day. nkledc. So hopefully that means I have a little while longer to live.

Tuesday Yesterday, Mom lectured me about how boys my age watch too many violent movies and play too many video games, and that we don't know what Real entertainment is. I just stayed quiet, because I wasn't sure exactly where she was going with all this. Then Mom said that she was gonna start a "reading club" for the boys in the neighborhood so she could

teach us about all the great literature we were missing out on. I begged Mom to just give me a regular punishment instead, but she wouldn't budge. So today was the first meeting of the Reading Is Fun Club. I felt kind of bad for all the boys whose moms made them come. I was just glad Mom didn't invite Fridley, this weird kid who lives up the street, because he's been acting stranger than usual lately.