Son of Slappy by R.L. Stine

Author:R.L. Stine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2012-12-04T00:00:00+00:00

The footsteps were right outside the door.

I took a paint jar and spilled red paint down the front of my T-shirt. Then I smeared some paint on my face.

Kids cried out in shock as they stepped into the room. Mr. Tallen went pale. He kept blinking fast and swallowing.

It took him a while to focus on me.

I went running toward him, my face twisted in alarm. “It was three dogs!” I cried. “Three huge dogs. They … they jumped in through the window!” I pointed to the open window.

I made a choking noise. I made my chest heave up and down.

“Calm down, Jackson,” Mr. Tallon said. He put a hand on my shoulder. “Take a deep breath. Are you okay?”

“L-look what they did!” I stammered. “They jumped all over the tables and spilled paint everywhere. I — I tried to stop them. But there were three of them!”

“Funny. I didn’t hear any barking.” Mr. Tallon’s eyes swept over the horrible mess on the table, the floor, the wall.

I took a few gasping breaths. The other kids stared at me. No one spoke or moved.

“They … just went nuts,” I said in a trembling voice. “When I tried to grab them, they growled at me and snapped. It … it was pretty scary. I finally chased them back out the window.”

Mr. Tallon walked to the window and peered out. “I don’t see them now.”

“I … I’m so sorry!” I cried. “Really. So … sorry …”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Mr. Tallon said. “I’m sure you did your best in a scary situation.” He started toward the hall. “I’m going to alert the principal. Perhaps she’ll want to call the town police.”

I made my shoulders shake up and down. I tried to look as upset as I could.

Mr. Tallon turned at the door. “Jackson, do you have another T-shirt in your gym locker? You could change without having to go home.”

“Okay,” I said softly.

The teacher studied me. “The dogs didn’t bite you — did they?”

I shook my head. “No. But they tried.”

I followed him out the art room door. Then I turned and went down the stairs to the gym locker room.

Of course he believed my story, I thought. He knows that Jackson Stander would never lie. I’m the most trusted kid in school.

You bet.

I pulled open the door to the locker room. The aroma of sweat and dirty gym socks greeted me. The air was hot and damp.

Suddenly, I felt normal again.

I sucked in a deep breath. “What did I do?” I said out loud. My voice echoed down the empty rows of lockers. “Why did I do that?”

The answer came to me in a flash.

It was too horrible. Too frightening. Too impossible. But I knew it was true.

Slappy. Slappy got inside my head. Slappy made me destroy the posters and splash paint over the art room.

A chill made my whole body shudder. I hugged myself. I didn’t want to believe it.

I was possessed!

He invaded my brain. It wasn’t a dream. He was alive — and I was the Son of Slappy.

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