A Bad Day for Voodoo by Jeff Strand

Author:Jeff Strand [Strand, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
ISBN: 1402266804
Amazon: 1402266804
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
Published: 2012-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

During the day’s events, there had been several different moments where the proper reaction was to freak out. We freaked out way more at this than we had the others.

Mr. Click was wearing a hospital gown. His head was tilted to the side at kind of a weird angle. His mouth was wide open, though he wasn’t making any noise.

If you’re good at catching continuity errors, my guess is that right now you’re thinking, “Wait a minute. Mr. Click was missing his left leg, so how can he run?” That’s exactly what I was thinking too, although you’re probably being calmly inquisitive while I was thinking, His leg! His leg! His leg’s back on! His leg’s back on!

Actually, though I don’t remember it word for word, I’m pretty sure the thoughts running through my head were:

Aaah! Zombie Click!

His leg! His leg!

I’m gonna die!

Zombie Click!

His leg’s back on! His leg’s back on!

Aaah!

The cabdriver stole my—Zombie Click!!—doll and—Zombie Click!!!—what if he—Zombie Click!!!—damages it—Zombie Click!!!

His left leg was back on, but it was all purple.

Clearly, what we had here was a situation where Mr. Click had returned from the dead to seek vengeance against those who had killed him. I couldn’t blame him—I mean, I would’ve done the same. I only wished that he could’ve timed his undead revenge for when we were still in the cab and could have driven away really fast.

Mr. Click stretched out his arms and opened his mouth even wider, though he remained silent.

He didn’t go for me. He went for Adam.

He pounced on top of him, clamping his hands around Adam’s neck as if to strangle him. The cab turned the corner and disappeared from sight, but that problem was much less important than the risk of Adam’s brains being eaten, so I grabbed the back of Mr. Click’s gown and tried to pull him away.

The gown tore.

This was officially the worst day ever.

Adam let out a high-pitched shriek that did not shatter every piece of glass in a six-block radius but sounded like it should have. Kelley and I each grabbed one of Mr. Click’s arms and tried to pull him away. The arm I was holding twisted and made a grotesque snap sound at the shoulder.

Adam frantically scooted away, now screaming as silently as Mr. Click. My ex-history teacher’s arm popped out of my grasp and flopped around at his side while Kelley desperately tried to hold on.

I grabbed the same arm, and we both yanked back. There was another hideous snap, and Mr. Click fell onto the ground, mouth opening and closing like he was trying to bite.

Kelley, Adam, and I packed a lot of screaming into the next few seconds.

“Don’t let him eat me!” Adam wailed.

A car pulled onto the street but suddenly sped up, clearly not wanting to get involved.

Mr. Click sat up and then pounced at Adam again. His arms weren’t working right, but he kept jerking his shoulders, as if trying to swing his arms around Adam’s neck.

I wrapped my arms around Mr.

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