Seamus was the next to tell a story.

If the truth be told, I don’t really like Seamus.

He is the sort of boy who wouldn’t actually push you into the mud on purpose, but he would run past you without looking, and you’d end up in the mud.

Even if he hadn’t meant to do it, the end result would be the same. You’d have a rotten squelchy uniform for the rest of the day.

You get my drift...

Seamus cleared his throat and began to speak.

He said his story was about an egg.

I smiled evilly. Someone was definitely going home as soon as his stupid little tale was over.

It reminded me of Gregory, who told a story about waking up having grown a mad little tail, and how it would wag whenever he was happy and how annoying that was.

People like Gregory and Seamus don’t really get the point of the Nightmare Club, I thought smugly, leaning back on the cushions and popping another gummy bear into my mouth.

And then...

“The affair of the Egg began,” Seamus said, “as these things always do, with a dare.”

As these things always do?

Hmm.

Well, go on, read it for yourself. See what you make of it.