Fright Knight by Stine R. L

Author:Stine, R. L. [Stine, R. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780671529475
Google: td3Uay-J8m4C
Amazon: 0671529471
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 1996-04-02T05:00:00+00:00

10

Knocked out? From a papier-mâché rock?

No way.

I came out from behind the catapult really slowly. I stared down at him.

His motionless legs and one arm stuck out from his body at weird angles. His other arm had dropped near the door.

His helmet was tilted to one side. I peered into the slit above his visor but saw only a cold black shadow.

Right in the middle of his breastplate I saw a huge dent.

The knots in my stomach untied. I dragged in a deep breath. It felt like the first one I’d taken in hours.

I spotted the rock under the kitchen table and picked it up. Light as a feather. As always.

A papier-mâché rock couldn’t knock out a knight in heavy armor.

But it did!

And I beat the ghastly ghost!

“Yes! Way to go!” I cheered out loud for myself.

“He’s lean. He’s mean. He’s Mike Conway! Undefeated champion—” I announced in my sports-caster’s voice.

“Mike?” Dad called from the hallway. He came into the kitchen with Carly. “What’s going on down here? Why aren’t you in bed?”

Before I could get a word out, Dad flipped on the light.

He gasped. His face turned white. He stared down at the mess of armor on the floor. His mouth hung open.

Then he looked at me.

What a look!

Sir Thomas hadn’t killed me. But it looked as if Dad wanted to. Real bad, too.

“Michael Conway! Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands off that armor?”

“Now, wait a second, Dad. It’s not what you think—”

“It was the bats,” Carly piped up. She had on her I-told-you-so face. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“I told you about the bats, Dad. Mike was so afraid of them, he probably ran all over the place, knocking everything over. Including the armor.”

“Shut up, Carly. What do you know?” I said. “It was Sir Thomas, Dad,” I tried to explain. “He was chasing me all over the place. He called me a wizard. He tried to smash me with his mace, and then he chased me with his sword—” I was speed talking, but I couldn’t stop. I wasn’t even sure if Dad understood a word I was saying.

“And then, he—”

Suddenly Dad didn’t look so sleepy anymore. Behind his glasses, his eyes opened wide.

“The knight? It was him?” Dad grabbed my shoulders. I stopped talking and took a breath. “He made that racket?”

I nodded wildly. Finally he heard me.

“That’s wonderful!” Dad said.

“No, Dad. You don’t understand.”

“You mean he’s really haunted?” He stared down at Sir Thomas again. He scooped up the arm that had fallen near the door. He waved it in the air. “What news! What wonderful news! Kids, do you know what this means?”

I darted in front of him. He still didn’t understand!

“Dad, listen. The armor’s not just haunted. It’s dangerous. The knight tried to chop me into a million pieces. He tried to—”

I might as well have told the story to the wall.

Dad didn’t hear a word I said. I had never seen him so excited.

“This is great! Better than great! The armor really is haunted.

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