سلام به همگی! 
خسته نباشید دوستان 
به پیشنهاد قشنگ خانم @elham-esk قراره از این به بعد، جمعه‌ها، یه متنی رو قرار بدم، و با هم دیگه ترجمه‌ش کنیم.
موضوع از این قراره که یکی از دورههای بدون ترجمه رو انتخاب می‌کنیم، یه بخش کوچیکِ حدودا ۲۵۰ کلمه‌ای ازش براتون میذارم و شما در صورتی که مایل به شرکت توی چالش بودید (یا می‌خواستید خودتون رو تست کنید)، ترجمه‌هاتون رو زیر همون تاپیک پست می‌‌کنید
من تا آخر هفته همه‌ی ترجمه‌ها رو تصحیح میکنم و بهترین ترجمه رو هم روی اپ قرار می‌دم.
شخصا با بررسی دوره‌ها پیشنهاد اولیه‌م دوره‌ی Goosebumps هستش، اما اگه دوست داشتین، شما زیر همین اولین چالش، دورههای دیگه‌ای رو انتخاب کنید که هفته‌های بعد از بین اون‌ها انتخابشون کنیم 
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هر نظر یا پیشنهادی هم راجع به این پلن داشتین، باهام در میون بذارید .
Goosebumps > Welcome to Dead House > Chapter 03:
Then, as I took a few reluctant steps toward Josh, watching him bend low, then change directions, his arms outstretched as he ran, I realized I had it completely backward.
Josh wasn’t being chased. Josh was chasing.
He was chasing after Petey.
Okay, okay. So sometimes my imagination runs away with me. Running through an old graveyard like this - even in bright daylight - it’s only natural that a person might start to have weird thoughts.
I called to Josh again, and this time he heard me and turned around. He looked worried. “Amanda - come help me!” he cried.
“Josh, what’s the matter?” I ran as fast as I could to catch up with him, but he kept darting through the gravestones, moving from row to row.
“Help!”
“Josh - what’s wrong?” I turned and saw that Mom and Dad were right behind me.
“It’s Petey,” Josh explained, out of breath. “I can’t get him to stop. I caught him once, but he pulled away from me.”
“Petey! Petey!” Dad started calling the dog. But Petey was moving from stone to stone, sniffing each one, then running to the next.
“How did you get all the way over here?” Dad asked as he caught up with my brother.
“I had to follow Petey,” Josh explained, still looking very worried. “He just took off. One second he was sniffing around that dead flower bed in our front yard. The next second, he just started to run. He wouldn’t stop when I called. Wouldn’t even look back. He kept running till he got here. I had to follow. I was afraid he’d get lost.”
