Scare Scape by Sam Fisher

Author:Sam Fisher
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2013-03-03T16:00:00+00:00

A few minutes after James had made his revelation about Simon Bean, the boys shut themselves in the downstairs study and James told the whole story just as he’d heard it. Apparently, sometime before midnight, Simon awoke to the sound of his cat yowling and spitting like a crazed animal. He went downstairs to see it clawing at the door as if it were desperate to get out. Still half asleep, Simon opened the door, and the cat shot off like a bullet. Only then did he realize he probably should have kept his cat inside, so he ran out after it. That’s when he saw a small hooded figure with a white skeletal face and glowing red eyes hovering in the shadows. Simon bravely chased the cat (or so he claimed), but both cat and creature vanished into the darkness before he could catch them.

“Simon doesn’t read Scare Scape,” Morton said. “Maybe he won’t realize it was one of the Zombie Twins.”

“He will,” Robbie said flatly. “Simon hangs out with Timothy Clarke. They might not figure it out right away, but it won’t take long, I guarantee it.”

“It still won’t lead anybody to us,” Morton said, trying to sound optimistic. “I mean, we didn’t invent the Zombie Twins.”

“No,” James said, “but we’re living in the house of the guy who did. How long do you think it will take Inspector Sharpe to figure that out?”

Morton’s heart sank. Robbie and James were right. Whichever way you sliced it, this was bad news.

When Melissa got home a while later, the boys revealed to her that Robbie was now in on the secret. She seemed irritated and probably would have given them an earful but for the fact that Dad came in and invited Robbie to supper before she had a chance. This time Robbie accepted, despite clear warnings from James and Morton about the dangers of Dad’s cooking. He served a stodgy meal of mashed potatoes oddly decorated with sausages and grated cheese, insisting it was a real recipe. Morton couldn’t help noticing that James ate the sausages but didn’t touch the potato. Robbie was the only one who politely ate everything on his plate.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Dad asked James later, as he was clearing the table. “You haven’t touched the potatoes.”

“Oh, uh, well, I’m not a big fan of potatoes,” James said.

“Since when?” Dad said, with a very perplexed look on his face. “Mashed potatoes have been your favorite food since you were eight months old. Your mother and I called you the Mash Monster until you were three.”

Morton tensed and found himself glaring involuntarily at James. He sensed that Melissa was doing the same.

James began stammering nervously, “Oh, yeah, I, uh, hum …”

“Oh my gosh, look at the time!” Melissa cut in. “Here, Dad, let me do the dishes, you’re going to be late.”

Fortunately Melissa’s tactic seemed to have the desired effect. Dad looked at his watch and frowned in the way he did when his mind was suddenly fixated on his work.

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