|Other books by R.L. Stine include A Shocker on Shock Street, Calling All Creeps, Dear Diary, I'm Dead, Deep Trouble, Fright Camp, Ghost Beach, Goosebumps Camp Cold Lake, How I Got My Shrunken Head, How I Learned to Fly, I Live in your Basement, Invasion of the Body Squeezers; I Am Your Evil Twin, Piano Lessons can be Murder, Return of the Mummy, Strangers in the Wood, The Howler, The Mask, They Call Me Creature, Vampire Breath. |
|Kate and her brother have just moved to a great new house. It would be perfect, if only their dog, Killer, would cheer up and stop growling at something under the kitchen sink. They soon discover that the dog has sniffed out something awful, something that could ruin their lives forever. |
|The cocker spaniel did seem very interested in something inside the sink cabinet I'd left open. He pulled it out and sniffed. Pushed it with his nose and gave a head tossing growl. "That's weird," I thought. "Killer never growls."
"What do you have there boy?" I called to him.
Sniff, sniff, sniff, growl. It seemed perfectly ordinary - small, round and light brown, a little bigger than an egg. But the sponge had Killer all excited and nervous. The dog danced around it, barking and growling. I snatched the sponge from him to get a better look and my sweet dog tried to bite me.
"Killer!", I yelled, "Bad boy."
He slunk to a corner, and with an embarrassed howl he lay his head down sadly on his paws. I held the sponge up close to my face to study it better. Wow, wait a minute. I suddenly understood Killer's strange behaviour. "Hey Daniel, check it out", I exclaimed. "Wow, I don't believe this."
"Huh? What is it Cat?" Daniel cried.
I stared in shock at the tiny sponge. "Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me", I muttered, "it's totally weird."
"Oh come on Cat," Daniel insisted, "what is it?"
I studied the sponge some more. "Wow!", I gasped. My eyes weren't fooling me. The round sponge moved in my hand - gently and slowly - in and out - in and out in a lazy rhythm, as if it were breathing. But sponges don't breathe, do they? This one sure did. I could even hear its little breaths.
"Daniel, I...I...I don't think this is just a sponge," I stammered. "I...I...I think it's alive." I tossed it back in the sink cabinet. I admit it - I felt a little scared. |
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