17 The Werewolf in the Living Room by R.L. Stine

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

PART TWO

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I — Aaron Freidus — live in a small town, in a very small house. Most of my friends live in big houses — with an "upstairs." We don't have an upstairs.

We have four small rooms — a kitchen, a living room, and two bedrooms. They're all on the same floor and steps away from each other.

Our kitchen is so small we have to keep the refrigerator in the living room. Our living room is so small we only have space for a small couch and my dad's desk — and the refrigerator.

But my house has something none of my friends' houses have. In the center of our very small living room we have a very large cage.

And inside the cage is a werewolf.

I — Aaron Freidus — have a werewolf in my living room.

Before we went to Bratvia to hunt down a werewolf, only my friends thought that Dad was crazy.

But now the whole world knows about the werewolf in the living room.

And now the whole world thinks my dad is crazy.

What do I think?

Is Ben Grantley — the little bald guy sitting in a cage in the middle of my living room — really a werewolf?

I don't know. I just don't know....

"Please, please, please, Aaron. Please let me come over to see the werewolf."

Every day after school, my best friend, Ashlee, begged to come over to see the werewolf. But Dad didn't want anyone to see him until tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night there will be a full moon.

"Tomorrow night," Dad told the world, "you will watch in wonder as an ordinary man changes into a snarling, hairy, half human, flesh-eating beast."

Dad wasn't the only one who didn't want anyone to see Ben.

Neither did I.

But Ashlee wouldn't give up.

"I'll do your homework for a week. No, a year. No, ten years!"

"Forget it, Ashlee."

"I'll clean your room for a year. No, your whole house. No, your whole house and your dog's house too."

"I don't have a dog."

"If you had one, I'd clean his house. Please let me see the werewolf. Please, please, please. I want to be the first one to see him. Please!"

"Give it up, Ashlee."

"If you don't let me see him, I'll never talk to you again. I mean it. I'm not kidding. I'm serious."

"Ashlee — shut up!"

"I'll shut up if you let me see him. I'll be quiet. I won't say a word."

Yeah, right, I thought.

Ashlee never shuts up. She talks way too much. In fact, almost everything about Ashlee is too much!

She has wild blond hair that hangs down to her waist. Very bushy, very curly. But she puffs it up to make it look even bigger.

She's really tall — at least a foot taller than I am — but she wears platform sneakers to look even taller.

Her clothes are too much too. She likes to wear the layered look. For Ashlee, that means lots and lots of layers.

Today she had on a short-sleeved red T-shirt. Over that, a long-sleeved bright-yellow V-neck sweater. Over that, a low, scoop-neck orange sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off.

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