Zombie Halloween by R.L. Stine

Author:R.L. Stine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2014-04-14T16:00:00+00:00

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After dinner, Tricia, Alec, and I went down to the basement. We moved some of the cartons and old furniture to the wall and started to plan the decorations for our Halloween party.

Tricia was excited. She liked parties. But Alec and I had other things on our minds.

Late that night, I couldn’t fall asleep. I kept thinking about the zombie patrol.

So far, Alec and I had four other guys who wanted to be in the group. We planned to meet for our first patrol tomorrow night after dinner.

The others all believed that there might be real zombies in Franklin Village. I was the only one who didn’t think so.

I promised them we’d get on the TV news. Now as I lay there, gazing up at the shadows on my ceiling, I kept thinking: What if they’re right and I’m wrong? Is this zombie patrol idea of mine totally dangerous?

I was finally starting to feel sleepy at two in the morning when I heard a low moan outside my bedroom window.

At first, I thought it was a dog. But the second moan sounded like a human cry.

I sat straight up, wide awake now. And listened. It was a warm night for October, and my bedroom window was open.

Was the cry coming from the graveyard?

A chill rolled down my back.

Another cry. This one sounded like, “Help meeeee.”

I jumped from my bed. My feet tangled in the covers, and I fell to the floor. The sound of the cry from outside stayed in my ears.

I pulled myself up and stumbled to the window.

“Help meeee.”

I pushed the curtains aside and poked my head out of the window. The air felt warm and damp. A bright half-moon sent silvery light washing over the graveyard across the street. The tombstones appeared to gleam in the light.

I blinked a few times, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the gray light. Squinting across the street, I saw someone. Someone in the graveyard.

I struggled to focus my eyes. A string of clouds stretched over the moon, casting the graveyard in deep shadow.

Then the clouds rolled past, and the ground brightened again.

And I saw the figure dressed in white, some kind of flowing white gown.

What was he doing among the tombstones? Was he dancing?

His arms rose up and down. He appeared to float in the white gown. Float along the crooked row of graves.

“Help meeeee.”

As he uttered the shrill cry, he continued his eerie dance.

I realized I’d stopped breathing. My eyes on the ghostly figure, I forced myself to take a deep breath.

My hands gripped the windowsill tightly, as if I’d fall through the floor if I let go.

I struggled to calm my mind, to stop the frightening thoughts that whirred past.

A ghost. A ghost or a zombie dancing in the graveyard.

Was it one of the zombies that chased those kids? A zombie all in white?

And then the moonlight grew even brighter. And everything became clearer, like a camera finding its focus.

And I saw the face of the dancing ghost.

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