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your head, sigh, and let out a laugh. “Let’s get this over with.” You step forward and bang on the door. You’ve never entered an outhouse without knocking first.
    There’s no answer, so you pull on the handle, but the door seems to be locked.
    You eye the complicated-looking control panel on the door. You start pressing random buttons and feel an electric jolt run up your arm. As the door opens, the bulb-like antennas on top of the outhouse begin flashing, and you’re blinded by a bright-white light.
    You have no idea what’s about to happen to you.

    Your story continues in “Unknown Year” in Willie’s Redneck Time Machine .

COTTON CANDY

    GHOSTS AND STRANGE NOISES you can handle, but hordes of spiders? Better call for backup. Willie and Si tell John Luke they’ll come as soon as they can, but who knows how long that will be.
    “Let’s see if the lake is covered while we wait,” you suggest.
    “I don’t think Dad even believes me,” John Luke says, pocketing his phone. “But I knew Uncle Si would be up for this.”
    “Wait till Willie gets here. He’ll believe you then.”
    Snowy-white cobwebs coat the trees lining the hill on the way to the lake. As you walk along, your boots picking up lines of the sticky stuff with each step, the lake comes into view. It’s entirely covered, just like you suspected it would be.
    “Look at that, John Luke,” you say. “God made them spiders. Can’t they create pretty pictures?”
    The webs shimmer in the faint wind.
    “I’m tempted to dive in there,” John Luke says.
    “I don’t know. You might want to be careful about those webs.”
    John Luke steps out onto the wooden dock that juts into Bluff Springs Lake. Even as he does this, he’s clearing away the stringy white stuff that’s covering the platform.
    John Luke takes off his shirt and tosses it aside. “I’m hot.”
    You don’t think this is such a good idea. “I’m not sure about getting in that lake.”
    “Dad’s probably not gonna be here for another hour. It’ll be cool to dive into those webs, and it looks like the spiders are all gone. But tell me if you see any more spiders coming.”
    He climbs onto the railing around the dock and stands.
    “John Luke . . .”
    “It’s gonna be like jumping into the clouds! Here. Let me take a selfie.”
    “You and your generation with its selfies. Sounds like some kind of communicable disease. Got a bad case of the selfies.”
    You watch as John Luke balances himself on the wooden rail while he takes a picture of his face. Then he jumps back onto the dock and hands you his phone.
    “Time to dive into some cotton candy.”
    He climbs up again and launches himself toward the water. He cuts through the cobwebs, making a nice round hole in the sheer covering as he splashes into the lake.
    Something suddenly pops out of the water and the web covering, but it’s not John Luke.
    It’s some kind of spider. And it’s huge.
    And it can walk on water   —well, on the webs covering the water.
    It’s not just walking, though. It’s streaking . . . right toward where John Luke went under.

    Do you jump into the water to help John Luke? Go here .
    Do you lean over the railing and scream for him to get out of the water? Go here .

HEADING OUT

    “SLOW DOWN, JOHN LUKE.”
    Man, I should be behind the wheel. It’s not that you’re being overprotective. John Luke has a tendency to do things like overturn vehicles and get them spinning in the air. You have your seat belt on, but you’d rather not go spinning this evening. Especially on a full stomach.
    John Luke takes his foot off the gas. The windows of his Jeep are wide-open, letting in the breeze.
    “Looking forward to school starting?” you ask him.
    “Not really. I was excited about working at the camp again   —hope that still happens.”
    “What’s your favorite part about it?”
    “I love meeting the campers and hanging around with them. Teaching them about the Bible.”
    You don’t