Diary of a Dummy by R. L. Stine

Author:R. L. Stine [Stine, R.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2019-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

Of course, it began to rain. Whenever you pay a visit to a haunted house, there has to be pouring rain and flickering flashes of lightning in the sky. Thunder rumbled around the bus and shook the windows as we rolled toward the edge of town.

We were the only passengers. Maggie and I sat with our backs to the windows. Laci hunched between us.

The driver was an older woman with wavy white hair falling out of her bus driver’s cap. She kept mumbling a song to herself and tapping a rhythm on the steering wheel as she drove. Every once in a while, I could see her glimpse us in the rearview mirror.

“Billy, what’s in the bag?” Laci asked.

She pointed to the brown paper bag I held in my lap.

“It’s a sandwich,” I said. “My favorite. Swiss cheese and hamburger pickles.”

She squinted at me. “You’re bringing a sandwich to a haunted house?”

“I’m kinda hungry,” I said, starting to open it.

“Why didn’t you bring us sandwiches?” Maggie demanded. “You’re going to sit there and eat that in front of us?”

“Okay, okay,” I muttered. I rolled up the bag and jammed the sandwich into my pants pocket.

“Wow. It’s really raining,” Laci said.

“Why didn’t we think of wearing our jackets?” Maggie asked. “Or bringing an umbrella?” Thunder crashed low overhead.

“You have to get soaked before you enter a creepy old mansion,” I said. “That way, you can start to shiver as soon as you go inside.”

“You’re about as funny as a mud milkshake,” Maggie said.

Laci laughed. “That’s a new one.”

“My brother has seen too many horror movies,” Maggie told her.

“How could there be too many?” I asked.

The bus hit a bump, and we bounced in the seat. A wave of water splashed out from under the tires.

“Sorry about that!” the driver called back to us.

A few seconds later, the bus squealed to a stop. “End of the line,” she called. “This is as far as I go.”

I led the way to the front of the bus. She pushed a button and the door slid open. “Where you kids headed?” she asked.

“The Coldman House,” I said.

She pushed back her cap and squinted at me. “You serious?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s just up the road, right?”

She nodded.

I started down the steps to the curb. Laci and Maggie followed me out into the rain.

The driver leaned toward the door. “I bring a lot of people to that house,” she said. “But I never bring them back.”

“What does that mean?” Maggie asked.

“Good luck.” The driver closed the bus door. I watched her turn and wrap her hands around the wheel. The bus slowly pulled away.

I shivered as we began to walk. We ducked our heads against the rain. It was spring, but the raindrops were cold, and the gusts of wind were even colder.

Lightning crackled high above us. All three of us cried out as a tall tree, still bare from winter, tilted over the road as if it was about to fall.

Laci swung her ponytail behind her head.

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