14 Jekyll and Heidi by R.L. Stine

Author:R.L. Stine [Stine, R.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I slowed my bike as the first house came into view. I gazed at the metal shed behind the house. It lay on its side, one wall smashed in.

“Whoa,” I murmured. The log fence around the backyard had a big gap in it. It looked as if it had been ripped apart. Logs were strewn over the snow, broken and bent.

The downstairs windows of the next house were shattered. Shards of glass were scattered over the snow, reflecting the morning sun. A side door had been ripped off its hinges. It tilted against the wall of the house.

It looks as if a tornado swept through here, I thought.

I pedaled on. I saw a group of men and women standing outside the house on the corner. They huddled around a car in the driveway, talking quietly, shaking their heads.

As I rode nearer, I saw that the car windshield had been smashed. A million cracks stretched out in the glass like spiderwebs.

The driver’s door lay on the driveway beside the car, bent and battered. The steering wheel, wires dangling, poked out from beneath the car.

“What happened?” I called from the street.

The men and women turned to me. “Don’t you know?” a woman called.

“Are you new here?” a man asked. “Haven’t you heard?”

“Did you crawl out from under a rock?”

They seemed so angry, so unfriendly, I turned the corner and rode on.

“Be careful!” a man called after me. “Don’t ride that thing at night!”

The bike tires crunched over broken glass. Two more cars had their windshields shattered.

A black-and-white police car was parked beside a small brick house on the next block. Two grim-faced officers were helping an old man reattach his front door.

All of the windows in the house were covered with newspaper. Broken glass littered the front yard.

A few seconds later, I turned another corner and found myself on the main street of town. A small crowd had gathered around a red-and-white truck, parked in the middle of the street.

I pedaled closer, then jumped off my bike. I read the bold letters on the side of the truck: ACTION NEWS 8.

Walking my bike up to the crowd, I saw a man with a video camera on his shoulder. In the center of the crowd, a young red-haired woman held a microphone.

A TV news crew, I realized. What happened here last night?

I pushed through the circle of people. The reporter poked the microphone into a familiar face.

Aaron!

He was talking to the woman, his eyes on the microphone. He didn’t see me.

I moved close enough to hear what they were saying.

“And so the beast attacked again last night?” the reporter asked him.

Aaron gazed at the microphone. “Yes. It came running down the hill a little before eleven. And it started tearing things up.”

“Were you outside that late? Did you see it come down the hill?” the reporter asked, turning her head and glancing at the snow-covered hill rising over the village.

“Well … no,” Aaron replied. “I was home. My parents won’t let me go out.

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