Fright Knight by R.L. Stine

Author:R.L. Stine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

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The next day I rushed straight home after school. I dumped my backpack in the upstairs kitchen and grabbed some cookies. Then I ran into the museum, looking for Mr. Spellman.

Dad wouldn’t listen to me. But I knew Mr. Spellman would.

I found him in the conservatory working on Sir Thomas. I saw the armor in one piece again stretched out flat on the floor next to the horse. Mr. Spellman was polishing the knight’s broadsword.

He turned and smiled when I ran in. “Home from school already, Mike?” he said.

“Mr. Spellman, there you are. Dad wouldn’t listen to me last night. But maybe you can warn him.”

Mr. Spellman’s bushy eyebrows shot up. “Warn him? About what?”

“The armor! It’s haunted. Just like the story you told me,” I gasped.

“That’s what your dad said.” He nodded. “He’s making big plans for the grand opening next weekend.”

“Oh, no!” I collapsed onto the floor. I shook my head “I hope it’s not too late,” I said.

“Too late for what? What’s wrong, pal?” Mr. Spellman sat down on the floor next to me. His old knees creaked.

I drew in a deep breath. Finally someone would listen to me. Everyone would be safe from Sir Thomas.

Even if it did ruin Dad’s grand opening.

Sitting there on the floor, I told Mr. Spellman the whole story, start to finish. His blue eyes widened as he listened He nodded a few times. But he didn’t interrupt me once.

When I finished, Mr. Spellman didn’t make fun of me, like Carly did. He didn’t get all excited, like Dad did.

He just nodded his white head again. He pulled on his mustache. He was thinking really hard. After a little while he hoisted himself to his feet. He offered me a hand up.

“Mike, you should be proud of yourself,” Mr. Spellman said “You fought the knight. You beat him. You broke the curse!”

“Do you really think so?” I asked. “But what if Sir Thomas comes back? What if I didn’t break the curse? What if he’s just waiting for the right time?”

“Hmmm.” Mr. Spellman tugged on his mustache again. “I don’t know, Mike. It sounds as if you put his evil spirit to rest for once and for all.” Mr. Spellman glanced over at the armor. “He looks pretty harmless now, doesn’t he?”

I looked at the armor, too. Last night, lit from within with Sir Thomas’s ghostly red fire, it had terrified me. Right now in the sunlight the armor did seem harmless.

Maybe Mr. Spellman was right. Maybe I had defeated the knight for good.

But then I remembered Dad’s big plans.

All the reporters. All the tourists.

Everyone expected a ghost.

“But what about Dad’s big plans? No ghost, no grand opening.”

“Yes, you’ve got a point there.” He scratched his head “Too bad your dad has invited every reporter in town.”

“Every reporter?” I echoed.

“TV, radio, newspapers. The works.” Mr. Spellman nodded “He’ll be crushed if there’s no ghost.” He sighed.

I sighed, too.

“Yeah, he’ll be crushed,” I said.

Mr. Spellman turned to me slowly. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell him.

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