Return to Ghost CampPaperback - 1999
A big yellow bus roared to a stop in front of our house. The bus doors opened. "Going to Camp Full Moon?" the driver snarled. I raised my eyes to his face -- and screamed. His face was red and swollen -- and covered with fleas. Angry, dark blotches swelled on his forehead -- raw, fresh flea bites, dripping with yellow gunk.
Publisher: New York ; Toronto : Scholastic, 1999
Characteristics: 112 pages ;,20 cm.