Though Roberta Brown's modern-day scary stories take place in familiar territory county fairs, high school locker rooms, homes where the kids have snacks of milk and cookies other things inhabit her fictional landscape. Slimy things. Lonely things.Things that want a little snack themselves, and not the milk-and-cookie variety, either. There are trees that walk, statues that accuse, and white-faced ticket-takers with gentle names like Dave who send people on very long journeys. These stories are short, creepy, and perfect for reading around a campfire when the sky is full of stars.