The Monster Hunter by Cezanne Rapken

Author:Cezanne Rapken [Rapken, Cezanne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Elisa Rankor Publications
Published: 2008-12-03T05:00:00+00:00

It was late, and the three had crept back into Davy’s room. Althea’s mother had gone to bed quite a while ago, but they’d waited, until they were sure she was asleep.

While they waited, Davy built another pillow fort on his bed. He explained to Chrissie in great detail why it was important to have things to hide behind, and how to dodge the flinging boogers.

Althea, used the tweezers from her mixing kit to refine her Monster Medicine. A bit of this and a bit of that. She sloshed the ingredients around in the jar and then held it up.

“I think that is . . . just about. . . . there! I think . . . yes . . . that’s it.” She moved over to the bed, joining Davy and Chrissie.

“Althea,” whispered Chrissie, “Do you think I will be able to see the Gallothingy?”

“Well,” said Althea, “If you can see the ingredients, you should be able to see the monster.” She carefully set the Monster Medicine on the bed, and took out the knarled wooden stick. “Are you ready?”

They both nodded.

“Davy, hit the lights.”

“K,” his voice trembled. He made his way to the panel by the door and then looked hesitantly at Althea before flipping the switch. The room went dark. “Aaaaaaaa” Davy whimpered and ran to the bed, jumping up behind the pillow fort. Chrissie sat beside him, peering over the top of the pillow wall.

It was quiet. Althea could hear the sounds of their breathing. She began to think that perhaps the Galograth had gone away on it’s own, maybe it tired of searching for Davy night after night while he was hiding in her room.

Suddenly, as if it heard her thoughts, there was a creaking noise. It sounded like rusty hinges, a door creepily cracking. Then a blue light began to emulate from the closet. Faint at first, then brighter.

Davy ducked down, while Chrissie stayed where she was. They heard a steady scraping nose and then thudding, like a can of food being dropped over and over.

“Peeeeeeyouuu!” Chrissie exclaimed, then, realizing she had spoken aloud, smacked her hand over her mouth. “Something smells!” She whispered.

“De munter,” Davy responded from below. “He tinks wike poopoo.”

Althea took the knarled stick out of her backpack.

She gestured to the bottle of monster medicine. “Unscrew the lid.” Chrissie nervously reached down and took the lid off of the bottle. As she did so, she peered through the glass at its contents, somewhat intrigued by the gooey green liquid.

“Set it down, and be careful not to touch any of it.” Althea warned.

Christie set the monster medicine on the bed. There was more thudding and then rustling sounds.

“Blllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppp” The monster let out an unnaturally long belch.

“Oh.” She jumped back behind the pillow.

“Now,” lectured Althea, “you must practice Chrissie. If you have any chance of defeating the Snikerbaum, you must practice not being afraid.”

A dark and looming shadow appeared from the doorway of the closet. “Bllarrpp. Burrrrrrelllllppppp. . . bllluuuaaahhhbbbb.” The deep wet voice could be heard.

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