The Ghost of Slappy by R. L. Stine

Author:R. L. Stine [Stine, R.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2018-11-05T16:00:00+00:00

“Karru Marri Odonna Loma Molonu Karrano.”

I love those words. They always make me feel so ALIVE! Hahaha.

Those words are like a song to me. A song that makes me want to dance—on someone’s face! HAHAHAHA.

I don’t know what the words mean. They probably mean something like “Slappy is awesome.”

Hahahaha.

I don’t care what they mean. To me, they only mean one thing—it’s magic time!

And my kind of magic is making people scream.

Are you ready for my next trick?

Hahahaha!

I stood there in the garage, stunned for a long moment. I stared at the snow falling in big flakes outside the open door. I listened to the swirl of wind coming around the side of the garage.

“Yes! Yes!” I cried out loud. I pumped my fists above my head.

The evil dummy was gone. Not my problem anymore.

I didn’t have to worry about sneaking him to school. I didn’t have to worry about Hanson thinking I stole him.

“Yes! Yesssss!” Pure joy.

Suddenly, the pain throbbed in my nose. It was a reminder of how dangerous he could be. He tried to take off my nose.

He could hurt others, I realized. I was the only one who knew how to stop him.

I had no choice. I had to go after him. I crept back into the house, grabbed my coat, and headed back into the snow.

The big snowflakes were coming down hard, and the snow had started to stick on the driveway and lawn. I moved quickly down the driveway, following small shoeprints in the fresh snow. Slappy’s shoeprints.

I pulled my hood down and jogged to the sidewalk. The prints of the dummy’s shoes were hard to see. And the fast-falling snow was quickly covering them.

Where is he going? Where would be a natural place for him to go?

I had no idea. I took off. My sneakers slid on the icy surface. I followed the shoeprints into the street, but they disappeared in the middle of the road. I crossed and searched for them on the other side.

Slappy had passed an empty lot and was heading toward a group of small houses. Snowflakes tingled on my eyebrows. I brushed them away and tugged my hood lower.

A long, dark SUV rumbled past. The headlights rolled over me. The light made the tiny shoeprints sparkle on the snowy walk. The driver slowed, watching me. Then the big car sped away, back tires skidding on the slippery surface.

I jogged with my head lowered, squinting hard to follow the trail Slappy had left. The wind blew drifts of snow around me as I moved. And a few times I lost the trail completely and thought I would have to turn around and go home.

I stood bent over, studying the ground. My breath puffed up white steam in front of me. I found the trail again. It led up Morgan’s Hill, past Morgan Park, where we go to play softball and soccer.

A patch of tall evergreen trees stood at the top of the hill. Even in the snowy, dim light, I could see that their branches were already covered in white.

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