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cried. “I—I shouldn’t have thrown
the comic at him. I shouldn’t have hit him in the head.”
“He’s going to get us, you jerk!” I shouted at him. “Because we tried to kill him!”
That shut Clark up.
I have to do something, I thought. I have to do something. But
what? What?
The swamp monster staggered forward.
He opened his snout with a snap—and bared jagged yellow teeth.
Sharp yellow teeth, dripping with saliva.
His eyes glowed red as he moved forward. Clomping closer and closer.
I glanced down and realized that I still held the shovel. I lifted it with
two hands—and thrust it forward. Jabbing—jabbing at the air between the
creature and me.
“Back!” I screamed. “Get back! Leave us alone!”
The monster grunted.
“Get back! Get back!” I swung the shovel wildly. “Go away!”
I swung at the creature.
I swung—and hit his stomach with a sickening thwack.
The room went silent.
Then the monster tossed back his head and let out a piercing howl.
He stumbled forward. Swiped the shovel from my hand. And tossed it out the
door. Tossed it as if it were a toothpick.
I gasped as it crashed to the kitchen floor.
I eyed the other shovel leaning against the wall. The monster followed my
gaze.
He snatched it up and broke it in half with his bare hands. Then he pitched the pieces into the kitchen.
What can I do? I have to do something!
And then it came to me!
The letter.
The second letter from Grandma and Grandpa—the one we hadn’t opened yet!
“Clark! Quick! The second letter,” I cried. “Maybe it will tell us what to
do! Read it!”
Clark stared at me. Frozen. His eyes on the raging monster.
“Clark!” I said, through clenched teeth. “Open… the… letter. NOW!”
He reached into his jeans pocket with a trembling hand. He fumbled with the
flap.
“Hurry, Clark!” I pleaded.
He finally managed to tear a hole in the corner of the envelope.
And then I screamed.
The monster dove forward.
He grabbed my arm. He yanked it hard.
And pulled me toward him.
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The monster pulled me close.
I stared up into his hideous face—and gasped.
His eyes were deep, dark pools—with tiny worms swimming in them!
I twisted my head away—so I wouldn’t have to stare into those horrible,
wormy eyes.
The creature gripped me tighter.
His hot, sour breath swept over my cheeks.
He opened his jaws wide.
His mouth was filled with bugs! I saw them crawling up and down his tongue.
I screamed. And struggled against the monster’s hold. But he clutched me too
tightly.
“Let me go!” I shrieked. “Please—!”
The monster bellowed in reply, hitting me with a blast of his hot breath.
He smells like a swamp, I realized as I fought against his grasp. He
is a swamp. He’s like a living swamp.
With my free hand, I pounded on the creature’s arm. I nearly gagged when I
felt the moss. His whole body was covered with a layer of wet moss!
“Let me go!” I pleaded. “Please—let me go!”
Clark leaped forward. He grabbed my arm and tried to tug me away. “Leave her
alone!” he shrieked.
Charley charged out of his corner. His lip curled back and he let out a low
snarl. Then he sank his teeth into the monster’s hairy leg.
Startled, the monster jerked away, dragging me along with him.
But Charley wouldn’t give up. I glanced down to see him dig his teeth deep
into the monster’s foot.
With a growl, the beast raised his foot. And with one fierce shake, he hurled
Charley across the room.
“Charley!” I cried out. “Charley!”
I heard Charley whimper on the other side of the room.
“He’s okay,” Clark said, breathlessly. He tugged harder on my arm, trying to
wrestle me free.
With another angry growl, the beast swung at Clark. Shoved him hard against
the wall. Then the monster leaned down—and pulled me up to his face.
He opened his mouth.
His disgusting, bug-infested tongue rolled out.
And he LICKED me.
He ran his hot, bumpy tongue up and
the comic at him. I shouldn’t have hit him in the head.”
“He’s going to get us, you jerk!” I shouted at him. “Because we tried to kill him!”
That shut Clark up.
I have to do something, I thought. I have to do something. But
what? What?
The swamp monster staggered forward.
He opened his snout with a snap—and bared jagged yellow teeth.
Sharp yellow teeth, dripping with saliva.
His eyes glowed red as he moved forward. Clomping closer and closer.
I glanced down and realized that I still held the shovel. I lifted it with
two hands—and thrust it forward. Jabbing—jabbing at the air between the
creature and me.
“Back!” I screamed. “Get back! Leave us alone!”
The monster grunted.
“Get back! Get back!” I swung the shovel wildly. “Go away!”
I swung at the creature.
I swung—and hit his stomach with a sickening thwack.
The room went silent.
Then the monster tossed back his head and let out a piercing howl.
He stumbled forward. Swiped the shovel from my hand. And tossed it out the
door. Tossed it as if it were a toothpick.
I gasped as it crashed to the kitchen floor.
I eyed the other shovel leaning against the wall. The monster followed my
gaze.
He snatched it up and broke it in half with his bare hands. Then he pitched the pieces into the kitchen.
What can I do? I have to do something!
And then it came to me!
The letter.
The second letter from Grandma and Grandpa—the one we hadn’t opened yet!
“Clark! Quick! The second letter,” I cried. “Maybe it will tell us what to
do! Read it!”
Clark stared at me. Frozen. His eyes on the raging monster.
“Clark!” I said, through clenched teeth. “Open… the… letter. NOW!”
He reached into his jeans pocket with a trembling hand. He fumbled with the
flap.
“Hurry, Clark!” I pleaded.
He finally managed to tear a hole in the corner of the envelope.
And then I screamed.
The monster dove forward.
He grabbed my arm. He yanked it hard.
And pulled me toward him.
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The monster pulled me close.
I stared up into his hideous face—and gasped.
His eyes were deep, dark pools—with tiny worms swimming in them!
I twisted my head away—so I wouldn’t have to stare into those horrible,
wormy eyes.
The creature gripped me tighter.
His hot, sour breath swept over my cheeks.
He opened his jaws wide.
His mouth was filled with bugs! I saw them crawling up and down his tongue.
I screamed. And struggled against the monster’s hold. But he clutched me too
tightly.
“Let me go!” I shrieked. “Please—!”
The monster bellowed in reply, hitting me with a blast of his hot breath.
He smells like a swamp, I realized as I fought against his grasp. He
is a swamp. He’s like a living swamp.
With my free hand, I pounded on the creature’s arm. I nearly gagged when I
felt the moss. His whole body was covered with a layer of wet moss!
“Let me go!” I pleaded. “Please—let me go!”
Clark leaped forward. He grabbed my arm and tried to tug me away. “Leave her
alone!” he shrieked.
Charley charged out of his corner. His lip curled back and he let out a low
snarl. Then he sank his teeth into the monster’s hairy leg.
Startled, the monster jerked away, dragging me along with him.
But Charley wouldn’t give up. I glanced down to see him dig his teeth deep
into the monster’s foot.
With a growl, the beast raised his foot. And with one fierce shake, he hurled
Charley across the room.
“Charley!” I cried out. “Charley!”
I heard Charley whimper on the other side of the room.
“He’s okay,” Clark said, breathlessly. He tugged harder on my arm, trying to
wrestle me free.
With another angry growl, the beast swung at Clark. Shoved him hard against
the wall. Then the monster leaned down—and pulled me up to his face.
He opened his mouth.
His disgusting, bug-infested tongue rolled out.
And he LICKED me.
He ran his hot, bumpy tongue up and
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