Goosebumps HorrorLand: Revenge of the Living Dummy
REVENGE OF THE LIVING DUMMY
1 You may wonder why my best friend Molly Molloy and I were in the old graveyard late at night I shivered as I thought about what we were doing Wind howled through the trees and pale streaks of lightning cracked the sky Hurry Molly I whispered hugging myself as the moon disappeared behind the clouds It's going to storm I am hurrying Britney Molly said But the ground it's really hard We were digging a grave We took turns One of us shoveled while the other stood lookout I felt cold raindrops on my forehead I kept my eyes on the low picket fence near the street Nothing moved The only sounds were the scrape of the shovel in the dirt and a drumroll of thunder deep but far away Across from me an old gravestone made a creaking sound as it tilted in the wind I sucked in my breath I suddenly pictured the old stone toppling over And someone crawling out from the grave beneath it Okay okay I have a wild imagination Everyone knows that about me My mom says I'll either be a writer or a crazy person She thinks that's really funny Sometimes having a strong imagination is a good thing And sometimes it just makes things more scary
Like tonight Molly stopped shoveling to push the hair out of her eyes Raindrops pattered on the blanket of dead leaves on the ground Britney does this look deep enough she asked in a hoarse whisper I glanced at the glass coffin on the ground Keep digging We have to totally cover it I said I turned back to the street It was late and the neighborhood stood dark and still But what if someone drove by and saw us How could we ever explain the grave we were digging How could we explain why we were there Molly groaned and dug the shovel blade into the dirt The dead leaves crackled I held my breath and listened Footsteps Someone creeping quickly through the leaves toward us Molly I whispered Then I saw them huddled low moving in a line Raccoons A pack of them little eyes glowing The black fur on their faces made the little creatures look like they were wearing masks They froze when they saw us And then stood up taller Do raccoons ever attack These raccoons looked really hungry I imagined them stampeding Molly and me Swarming over us clawing and biting A bright flash of lightning brought them into clear focus They were staring at the little glass coffin Did they think there was food inside A clap of thunder closer now startled them The leader turned and scuttled away over the leaves The others followed I shivered and wiped rain off my forehead Molly handed me the shovel Your turn she said It's almost finished The wooden handle scratched my hand I kicked dirt off the blade and stepped up to the shallow hole No one will ever find it here I said Once we bury the evil thing we'll be safe from it
Molly didn't answer I had the sudden feeling something was wrong I turned and saw Molly staring with her mouth open Staring at the tall gravestone next to us She pointed Brit And then I heard the old stone creak And saw the pale hand slowly reach out from the grave No time to move No time to scream I stood frozen around my ankle and watched the hand wrap its cold bony fingers And then I started to scream
