Monster High Diaries

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Oh, mon ghoul! So much has happened, and I don't have much time to write about it, so for now, I must make a long story precise. I could not wait to write about the most amazing part! I was weightless! Twyla used boogey sand to turn us ghouls into ghosts - that's the part I don't have time to write about now - and I floated to the ceiling of her father's library. It was fangtastique! That must be what swimming feels like. But of course, I hope if I ever were to swim, I'd have much more control than I did when I was levitating. I kept drifting into walls... and then through them! But now I must run... I mean, float, tout suite. My ghoulfriends and I are going to get our ghost on and go to a mysterious school to save Spectra! Maybe there we can discover who is haunting Draculaura!

50. Do look at this as a big step toward getting your scythe. I trust you and know that you will do a grave job. Thanks, Dad! I promise to make you proud.

Ç'est true! Draculaura confirmed that she is being haunted! All of us ghouls were having lunch, and spooky things kept happening to Draculaura while we watched. We went to talk to Spectra about it, but she refused to believe it. She said that haunting was against the rules but refused to explain further. She was acting tres beast-zarre and floated away. We're going to follow her...

Went to do a little touch-up on my mural in the Creepateria, and by touch up, I mean re-do, since the ghost paint from yesterday evaporated, well, yesterday. I was really getting into the grave, splashing and spraying the wall with precision... But then the hall moanitors caught me before I could add the finishing touches. I can't remember the last time I got to sign my work! But as I was trying to dodge them - who knew the Creepateria was such an obstacle course?! - a ghoul manifested right in front of me, and I ended up crashing into her! So now, thanks to her, I'm weighted down with more chains. But.. she was kind of cute! I hope that's not the last time she appears around here...

Goin' to go for a lil' adventure and check off some of the requirements for my Ghost Pirates class. I think I'll steer my vessel over to see what River's up to while I'm at it. Maybe she'd like to make some waves with me. I'm in high spirits today, so dare I hope I won't ever get seasick? Got me stopwatch, me ghostly skeleton crew, and me trusty pet Aye. Looks like we're in for some smooth sailin'. Just me, me mateys and the deep boo sea.

My freedom from chains didn't last long, but my painting in the creepateria was totally worth it! Now I'm just haunting the li-bury, which is kind of boo-ring, but at least I can browse the inter-die-mensional internet. I came across an interesting blog by a ghost ghoul named Spectra Vondergeist. It's mostly paranormal teen drama: Who is seeing who, who has a crush on who, who broke up with who, etc. It's beast-zarre that I don't know any of the students she's written about. The ghouls are going to meet me here later - I'll ask if they know them. We're going to have a makeshift scare-venger hunt. We were going to have one on the Salty Spectre, but I can't leave the grounds again. At least this way, Vandala can't get seasick!

I wish I could tell one of my BFFs about seeing the solid school because it's kind of like watching a fear-ality TV show! I thought about telling River since she spends a lot of time between our world and the non-ghost world. But then I remembered her dad is the Grim Reaper, and suddenly that seemed like a less than spooktacular idea. I wouldn't want him to find out. He can deliver a scythe-ing lecture that really takes a ghoul down a pegleg. I also pondered telling Kiyomi, but I'd hate to upset her and see her complexion turn scaly-gray or something - she can't help changing color depending on her mood. Hauntings aren't allowed in the solid world, but, arrrr.. what if they are haunting me?!

Went to creepateria to toss back some gore-ange juice and replenish my vitamin sea levels. My dad is forever lecturing me on the dangers of getting skullvy. I listen to him because I don't ever want to be one of those toothless, spotted pirates. That's a look that would so NOT go with my to die for outfits. It's not that I'm vain, but my wardrobe IS my pride loot. Anyway, Porter Geiss was there getting into trouble for spraying graffiti on the walls, which is why he's known as 'Paintergeist'. He's a totes ectolasmic artist! He only uses ghost paint that evaporates quickly, so I don't know why Principal Revenant and the Hall Moanitors get so fangry with him. Sometimes I think they just enjoy punishing students and sinking the school spirits.

Went for a swim in the Haunted High pool - It's one disembody of water where I don't get seasick! There wasn't a spirit around when I dove in, but I kept feeling waves crest around me, and every now and then, I caught flashes of blue skin and fintastic blonde hair! Talk about shiver me tomb-ers! I was so creeped out, I die-cided to go aboard River's yacht and fang out with her for a while. It's always swell to kick back, take my pegleg off and chill with my beasty! We can grab some grub and set sail for distinct shores. I just hope Aye doesn't rock the boat.

Any reaper who breaks this oath must give up their scythe and spend the next thousand years as a solid pondering their poor choice. This happened to my Dad's cousin, who's a high school guidance counselor now. Scary. R.I.P.s don't have to take that oath until we got our real scythes, but we are 'encouraged to practice neutrality in every situation'. Hah! I challenge any reaper, R.I.P or otherwise, to remain neutral about Principal Revenant.

I watched Kiyomi Haunterly in the Creepateria today. As an artist, I try to be observant of everyone and everything around me because you never know where inspiration will come from. When I saw her, it struck me that she held her head higher than usual, and she floated around the room like a social battyfly. She's always been a friendly ghoul, just kind of shy, and since she is a faceless ghost, she has a more difficult time than most making eye contact. I was impressed by her newfound aura. She even dressed more stylishly than she used to. An eye-catching outfit can be as creative as good graffiti, ya know? Her overall look today screams confidence. That gives me an idea for a painting. I think the wall behind the condismemberments bar will be perfect. I hope the hall moanitors are in the teacher's lounge...

OK, it's dreadful, but the Jolly Rotter flag routine I made up to go with it really makes it work. Plus, Aye and I had a fintastic maritime, and that's what counts.

I found the treasure! It's not an actual treasure, but it's sea-sational all the same. I was enjoying the chain-free atmosphere of me ship and trying to die-sect the map I found when I caught something out of the corner of me patchless eye. It was misty, like looking through a spyglass on a foggy morn, but it appeared to be a school full of solids! I hushed Aye and tried to concentrate, turning me skull to get a better view, but the apparitions evaporated into sea air!! It's mortalfying to think I might have dreamt it, but I was sure I spied a werewolf ghoul with clawsome hair, and she was talking to a zombie with glasses!

When attempting mad seance experiments, never expect the same results twice. I tried to recreate that phenomenon at my locker yesterday. When no one was around, I painted the inside of my locker again. This time, when I looked in the mirror, I only saw my own reflection. But out of the corner of my eye, I die-tected. Pink. Lots of pink! I'm an artist, so I happen to love pink. All colors, really. The world would be a deadful place if I had to give up any of them. Still, less is sometimes more. But as I was blinking into the locker, trying to make sense of what I was seeing, I realized that something else was blinking back! I concentrated until I made it out, and boo, was it a shriek! It was a bat dressed in a poofy, pinktastic skirt! Not sure if he saw me, but just before he vanished, I noticed his cheeks turned as pink as the bow on his head. Can bats blush?

Well, boo me down! When I was plundering the li-bury, I found a map of some sort. I don't know what it is exactly, it's not really a treasure map, but it looks kind of mysterious and cryptic! I found it stuck in a cookbook, in between the pages of the chapter for 'Social Creeperings'. At first glance, the map looks like some kind of recipe and even has the heading 'How to make Friends'. What does that mean? It took a true adventurer like me to read between the lines and figure out its instructions for something crabulous. There are a lot of x's, of course. That's how you know it's important. And there are stick figures in the top left and bottom right, divided by 2 squiggly lines. Also, there are boats between the squiggly lines. Avast! It's a kindermonster's artwork! I think I'll hang it on the fridge in me galley.

I've been thinking about solids. Most of us in the ghost world have never seen a solid because haunting is forbidden, and we're always told that they are monsters who want to destroy all ghosts and our way of unlife. But I've heard gore-ies about ghosts living in the solid world, so how can it be true that solids and ghosts can't get along? It's weird that I've never questioned it before because I pride myself on being a free spirit. I'll have to think about this more. But first, I have an idea for a ghost painting that will look spooktacular in the Clawditorium.