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!

Draculaura appears to be distracted today. I was stationed in the Creepateria, observing the comings and ghoulings, when I noticed that her facade is tres scary. I was about to go ask her if she needed my protection when there was a loud commotion. Neighthan came galloping in a little too fast, and he skidded across the floor right into Deuce, whose sunglasses fell off. Unfeartunately, Deuce had been conversing with Jackson and Cleo at the time, and they both turned into stone. It doesn't last long, and Jackson never minds rocking out - when he can remember it - but Cleo acted as though she was entombed for an eternity. Poor Neighthan was whinnying in embarrassment, and Deuce was mortalfied, but I assured them being stone isn't as grotesque as it seems, especially when it wears off before the next class bell rings. By the time Jackson and Cleo were un-stone-ified, Draculaura had flown off. I guess I'll have to question her later.

I am officially the most fashionable Safety Monster ever to protect the halls of Monster High. Garrott designed a sash for me to wear while on duty. It is tres shriek. It is made from the finest tarantula silk and reads 'To Protect and To Serve'. Garrott is so sweet; it's scary. I do miss him terror-ibly, but at least we get to stay in touch on the interwebs. And he sends me the most fangtastic gifts, does he not? I must write him a merci most immediate!

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...

Were-fleas! Can you imagine?! It's ghastly! For Clawdeen, and Clawd. Clawdeen denies that the werewolves have fallen prey to were-fleas, but I read all about it in the Ghost Post. I must warn Garrott when I video chat with him later, n'est-ce pas? It's only a matter of time before the werewolves in Scaris are also stricken. Oh, I do hope the were-fleas don't cause Clawdeen's clawsome hair to have dead-ends.

I think I did a bad thing today that I am not very proud of, maybe. Deuce was playing casketball at the park close by my building. He was playing by himself, and I told Roux to bring me the ball. Roux flew down and snatched the ball from the air, and flew back up to our roof. I could hear the yelling and running below, so I knew she got the ball. Deuce made it to the top of the building, and I pretend to scold Roux for being a bad griffin. Deuce was surprised to see me and happy to have his casketball back. He took off his glasses and wiped the sweat from his eyes. Ahh ... such a beautiful green ... we hung out on the roof and talked for what seemed like the hours about many things. He is also très drôle. I did not know this about him. Then Cleo called him. He put his glasses back on, and he had to go. Yes, I know, I know. This is a thing that can only end in tears, and I do not want that.

I was late for class today, and as I hurried to avoid detention, I hurried into Deuce Gorgon and Il est extrêmement beau! He was hurrying in the direction opposite on the same path, and so I knocked him down. I am not very big, but I am ... solid for my size. His glasses flew off, and he was so surprised that he forgot he was a Gorgon and looked right into my eyes. For the moment, there was sadness in his eyes and then surprise again as I handed him back his sunglasses. "You didn't turn to stone?" "Non," I say. The Gorgon and the basilisk, I told him, do not affect my kind. He covered up his eyes with the sunglasses again and asked, "Really?" I smiled and said, "Oui." "Wow--cool," says he, and then he is hurrying again to class. Yes, I know who his girlfriend is; but those eyes of emerald green are something perhaps I shall hurry to see again, non?