THE CREEPER'S STALKING BURNT POND!G JULY-AUGUST
The phone rang. 
“I’ll get it,” Seth said. “I hope it’s not that loopy fruit Lisa!” I bet it’s that beechnut. I forgot to call the nuthouse. I should do it now. She’ll be standing at the door, if I don’t. I hope she isn't already. He looked out the window to see if loony Lia was outside. 
“If it is that damaged girl, hang-up!” Fred snarled and went back to peeling potatoes. 
“Don’t worry, Dad, I will. I don’t want to talk to that frosted cupcake. Hello?” Seth said cautiously, hoping it wasn’t wild Lia or the prank caller. He brushed his dark-brown hair back.
“Beware of Gravedigger Kingston. He’s a dangerous loony,” an eerie-voice said and hung-up abruptly.
“It’s that rat-faced kid making windup calls again!” Seth snarled and slammed the receiver down. “I’m going to hang him from the rafters!” I hope we have some rope. I hate that asinine kid. I hate his dog too. His dark-brown eyes flashed. 
“Dial *69 and have the call traced,” his father said, annoyed. “I’m going to impale that little terror. He’s been calling for two days. He should be in bed instead of monkeying with the phone. When I catch the mutant; I’m going to tie him to a stake and burn him.” I hope we have some marshmallows. Seth said. 
“Sorry, the number you tried to locate cannot be traced,” a recorded-voice said. 
“I hate that stupid gooney kid!” He snarled. “I’ll pierce him with a spear when I find him! I hope I find the mutation.” He’s burnt toast. He sniggered.
Loud pounding sounded at the front door....