Return to Horrorland by R. L. Stine

Author:R. L. Stine [Stine, R. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Mysteries & Detective Stories
ISBN: 9780590187336
Google: rDiuOAAACAAJ
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 1999-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Luke went running up to the building entrance. “Stop right there!” I called, chasing after him. “We’re not doing this. No way!”

He read the sign out loud: “Elevator Shaft Ride. World’s Fastest Free Fall. It’s a Scream. Drop in Anytime.”

I grabbed Luke’s shoulders with both hands and started to march him away. “But it sounds cool!” he protested.

“Not cool. No way I’m going to go falling down an elevator shaft,” I told him.

“Can’t we get something to eat?” Clay whined.

Luke waved a fist in front of Clay’s face. “How about a knuckle sandwich?” he grinned.

“Luke, that’s so lame,” I said. “Don’t you ever get tired of saying dumb things like that?”

“No,” he replied.

“Time is passing,” Derek said, checking his watch. “We need to find something really dangerous.”

“Hey—there’s a food cart,” Clay cried.

I turned and saw a short female Horror in a purple apron pushing a small purple cart. The three of us headed over to it. But I stopped when I read the words painted in bright yellow on the side: CARAMEL HEADS.

“What is that?” I cried.

The Horror motioned to the cart. “Shrunken heads on a stick,” she replied, “covered in caramel.”

“Yuck.” I felt my stomach churn.

“The outside is very sweet,” the Horror told us. “The head inside is kind of sour. Except for the eyeballs.”

She held one out to us. It looked like a caramel apple. Except beneath the thick, gooey layer of brown caramel, I could see two closed eyes and the bump of a nose.

Clay groaned. I covered my mouth.

“That head—it isn’t real, right?” Luke asked.

“Right,” the Horror answered. And then she burst out laughing. “We would never use real heads here in HorrorLand—would we?” she asked sarcastically.

She raised the stick toward us. “How many do you want? One for each of you? Or more? You know, two heads are better than one.” She laughed again.

We didn’t laugh. I squinted at the caramel-covered head. At the closed eyes, the ears poking through the brown goo … the lips …

And then I let out a gasp as the lips parted. Through the layer of caramel, I saw the mouth open. Saw it move. Saw the tiny lips silently form the words: “Help … me …”

“We don’t want any!” The scream burst from my mouth.

I spun around searching for the Stranges. were they taping this? Did they see the lips move on the shrunken head?

No. They were gone. They had vanished again.

The Horror pushed her cart away, chuckling to herself, her tail wagging behind her.

Clay grabbed my arm, his face pale, his chin quivering. “Lizzy, did you see that? Was that real?” he whispered.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ve got to find Derek and Margo. They disappeared again, and we don’t know what they want us to do next.”

“Maybe they went up ahead,” Luke suggested. He began half skipping, half dancing down the path.

“Luke—wait up!” I called after him. “We’re supposed to stick together.”

We made our way past the dark towers of Dracula’s Castle and then something called the Insect Garden.

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