User blog comment:Dimensionshark/"Dead of Night": The lost unpublished story by R. L. Stine!/@comment-28171460-20190513152621/@comment-28171460-20190513161843


 * >A few seconds later, we stood on the roof of the bus, pumping our fists in the air. Keith tossed his long, black hair behind him, and began to sing an old Beatles song at the top of his lungs.

'''HONEY PAAAAIH! HONEY PAAAAAAAIH! HONEY PAAAAAAAAAIH!'''