I have a six year old son. He suddenly wants to hear scary stories every spare minute. And if I invent them on the fly, so much the better.
He has a ranking system. He says things like “Tell me a story that’s nineteen scary. No. Five hundred scary.” Occasionally he’ll ask for infinity scary, but I’ve restrained myself.
Recently he said, “Tell me a fifty scary story. With a zombie.”
I said, “Okay. Once upon a time, there were two guys. One was named Jim, and the other was named Bob.”
“Oh….that does sound scary,” he said with complete wide-eyed sincerity.
Then I laughed and we read Captain Underpants instead because I couldn’t figure out what to do with Bob and Jim.