The Blob That Ate Everyone - R L Stine, ebook

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//-->THE BLOB THATATE EVERYONEGoosebumps - 55R.L. Stine(An Undead Scan v1.5)11“I used to believe in monsters,” Alex said. She pushed her glasses up on her nose.Her nose twitched. With her pink face and round cheeks, she looked like a tall,blonde bunny rabbit.“When I was little, I thought that a monster lived in my sock drawer,” Alex toldme. “You won’t believe this, Zackie. But I never opened that drawer. I used to wearmy sneakers without socks. Sometimes I tried to go barefoot to kindergarten. I wastoo scared to open that drawer. I knew the sock monster would bite my hand off!”She laughed. Alex has the strangest laugh. It sounds more like a whistle than alaugh.“Wheeeeeeh! Wheeeeeh!”She shook her head, and her blonde ponytail shook with her. “Now that I’mtwelve, I’m a lot smarter,” she said. “Now I know that there is no such thing asmonsters.”That’s what Alex said to metwo secondsbefore we were attacked by themonster.***It was spring vacation, and Alex and I were out collecting things. That’s what we dowhen we can’t think of anything better.Sometimes we collect weird-looking weeds. Sometimes we collect bugs. Or odd-shaped leaves.Once, we collected stones that looked like famous people. That didn’t last long.We couldn’t find too many.If you get the idea that Norwood Village is a boring town—you’re right!I mean, itwasboring until the monster attacked.Alex Iarocci lives next door to me. And she is my best friend.Adam Levin, who lives across town, is my best friend too. I think a person shouldhave alotof best friends!I’m not sure why Alex has a boy’s name. I think it’s short for Alexandria. But shewon’t tell me.She complains about her name all the time. It gives her a lot of trouble.Last year at school, Alex was assigned to a boys’ gym class. And she gets mailaddressed toMr.Alex Iarocci.Sometimes people have trouble with my name too. Zackie Beauchamp. My lastname is pronounced BEECH-am. But no one ever knows how to say it.Why am I going on about names like this? I think I know why.2You see, when the Blob Monster attacked, I was so scared, I forgot my ownname!Alex and I had decided to collect worms. Only purple worms—no brown ones.That made the search more interesting.It had rained the day before, a long, steady, spring rain. Our backyards were stillsoft and spongy.The worms were coming up for air. They poked through the wet grass. Andwriggled onto the driveway.We were both crouched down, searching for purple ones—when I heard a loud,squishy sound behind me.I spun around quickly.And gasped when I saw the monster. “Alex—look!”She turned too. And a whistling sound escaped her mouth.“Wheeeeh!”Onlythistime, she wasn’t laughing.I dropped the worm I had been carrying and took abiiigstep back.“It—it looks like a giant human heart!” Alex cried.She was right.The monster made another loudsquishas it bounced over the grass toward us. Itbounced like a giant beach ball, taller than Alex and me. Nearly as tall as the garage!It was pink and wet. And throbbing.BRUM BRRUUM BRUMMM.It pulsed like a heart.It had two tiny black eyes. The eyes glowed and stared straight ahead.On top of the pink blob, I thought I saw curled-up snakes. But as I stared inhorror, I realized they weren’t snakes. They were thick, purple veins—arteries tiedtogether in a knot.BRRUUUM BRUM BRUMM.The monster throbbed and bounced.“Ohhhhhh!” I groaned as I saw the sticky trail of white slime it left behind on thegrass.Alex and I were taking giant steps—backwards. We didn’t want to turn our backson the ugly thing.“Unh unh unh!” Terrified groans escaped my throat. My heart had to be poundingat a hundred miles an hour!I took another step back. Then another.And as I backed away, I saw a crack open up in the creature’s middle.At first I thought the pink blob was cracking apart.But as the crack grew wider, I realized I was staring at its mouth.The mouth opened wider. Wider.Wide enough to swallow a human!And then a fat purple tongue plopped out. The tongue made a wetSPLATas it hitthe grass.“Ohhhhh.”I groaned again. My stomach lurched. I nearly lost my lunch.The end of the tongue was shaped like a shovel. A fat, sticky, purple shovel.3To shovel people into the gaping mouth?Thick, white slime poured from the monster’s mouth. “It—it’sdrooling!”Ichoked out.“Run!” Alex cried.I turned—and tripped on the edge of the driveway.I landed hard on my elbows and knees.And looked back—in time to see the drooling, pink mouth open wider as thetongue wrapped around me… pulling me, pulling me in.4 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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