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Authors: R. L. Stine
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screamed. “Get going!”
My legs were shaking so hard, I nearly fell. I could still feel the slimy,
hot tongue on my leg.
I stumbled back.
And gaped in horror as the Blob Monster pulled open its mouth. The fat purple
tongue swung around both police officers.
They beat it with their sticks. They shoved it. They tried to wrestle free.
But the tongue tightened, tightened around them—and pulled them. Pulled them into the huge, open mouth in the
creature’s belly.
Pulled them both inside.
And then the mouth slammed shut with a disgusting SPLAT.
“No! Noooooo!” I wailed.
I wanted to pound my fists against the monster. Pound it until it melted to
the ground.
“It’s all my fault!” I screamed.
I wrote that scene with the policemen.
It was all in the story I had just typed. I wrote that the Blob Monster ate
them both.
And now it had come true!
My frightening story had come true. Every scene of it.
The Blob Monster uttered disgusting gulping sounds as it digested its human
meal. Its tiny black eyes locked on mine as it gulped.
What happens next?
What happens next in my story? I asked myself.
Trembling all over, my heart pounding, I struggled to think.
What happens next?
And then—with a shudder—I remembered what I had written.
The Blob Monster follows me home!
28
The Blob Monster made a final gulp. Then it opened its mouth in a
disgusting, gassy burp.
Sickened by the sour odor, I staggered back.
I’ve got to think of something, I told myself. I’ve got to stop this monster.
Or it will eat me next.
The Blob Monster began to slide forward, plopping wetly on the sidewalk as it
moved.
I knew I couldn’t stand there another second. I spun away and forced my
rubbery legs to run.
I picked up my bike off the street and jumped on. I began pedaling before I
had my balance—and nearly crashed into a brick wall.
I struggled frantically to turn myself around, to calm down enough to ride.
Finally, I pedaled away, groaning with each thrust of my foot.
I sped out of town. Halfway down the next block, I glanced back.
Yes. Just as I had written. The Blob Monster was following me. Bouncing
rapidly over the pavement. The purple veins on top of its head bouncing with it. Behind it, a
trail of slime thickened on the street.
It’s so fast! I realized. It’s keeping up with me!
What happens next? What did I type next?
“Oh, no!” I shrieked when I remembered.
This is the part where I fall off my bike!
“AIIIII!” My front tire hit a rock—and I went flying over the
handlebars.
Once again, I hit the pavement hard. Once again, I shoved my bike off me and
jumped to my feet.
I turned to see the Blob Monster catching up. Plopping quickly up the street,
its mouth gaping open, its tongue stretching… reaching out for me.
I spun away—and ran into Alex and Adam.
“Run! Don’t just stand there!” I screeched. “It—it’s catching up!”
“Zackie—are you okay?” Alex asked.
“No time for questions!” I gasped, shoving them both. “Run! The Blob Monster
is real! I wrote it—and now it’s doing everything I wrote!”
Adam laughed. He turned to the Blob Monster. “Do you think I’m stupid,
Zackie? This is a joke—right? What is that? Some kind of a balloon?”
“Adam—don’t!” I cried.
I grabbed for him. And missed.
He went running up to the Blob Monster.
“Yeah. It’s some kind of big balloon!” Adam repeated, grinning.
The monster’s purple tongue slid quickly around Adam’s waist.
It pulled Adam easily into the open mouth. And then the Blob Monster
swallowed him with a sickening gulp.
Alex and I both screamed.
Alex turned to me. “Did you write that?” she demanded in a trembling voice.
I nodded. “Yes. It’s in my story,” I confessed.
Alex grabbed my shoulder. “Well, what happens next? Tell me. What comes
next?”
“I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “That’s where I stopped writing!”
29
Alex and I never
My legs were shaking so hard, I nearly fell. I could still feel the slimy,
hot tongue on my leg.
I stumbled back.
And gaped in horror as the Blob Monster pulled open its mouth. The fat purple
tongue swung around both police officers.
They beat it with their sticks. They shoved it. They tried to wrestle free.
But the tongue tightened, tightened around them—and pulled them. Pulled them into the huge, open mouth in the
creature’s belly.
Pulled them both inside.
And then the mouth slammed shut with a disgusting SPLAT.
“No! Noooooo!” I wailed.
I wanted to pound my fists against the monster. Pound it until it melted to
the ground.
“It’s all my fault!” I screamed.
I wrote that scene with the policemen.
It was all in the story I had just typed. I wrote that the Blob Monster ate
them both.
And now it had come true!
My frightening story had come true. Every scene of it.
The Blob Monster uttered disgusting gulping sounds as it digested its human
meal. Its tiny black eyes locked on mine as it gulped.
What happens next?
What happens next in my story? I asked myself.
Trembling all over, my heart pounding, I struggled to think.
What happens next?
And then—with a shudder—I remembered what I had written.
The Blob Monster follows me home!
28
The Blob Monster made a final gulp. Then it opened its mouth in a
disgusting, gassy burp.
Sickened by the sour odor, I staggered back.
I’ve got to think of something, I told myself. I’ve got to stop this monster.
Or it will eat me next.
The Blob Monster began to slide forward, plopping wetly on the sidewalk as it
moved.
I knew I couldn’t stand there another second. I spun away and forced my
rubbery legs to run.
I picked up my bike off the street and jumped on. I began pedaling before I
had my balance—and nearly crashed into a brick wall.
I struggled frantically to turn myself around, to calm down enough to ride.
Finally, I pedaled away, groaning with each thrust of my foot.
I sped out of town. Halfway down the next block, I glanced back.
Yes. Just as I had written. The Blob Monster was following me. Bouncing
rapidly over the pavement. The purple veins on top of its head bouncing with it. Behind it, a
trail of slime thickened on the street.
It’s so fast! I realized. It’s keeping up with me!
What happens next? What did I type next?
“Oh, no!” I shrieked when I remembered.
This is the part where I fall off my bike!
“AIIIII!” My front tire hit a rock—and I went flying over the
handlebars.
Once again, I hit the pavement hard. Once again, I shoved my bike off me and
jumped to my feet.
I turned to see the Blob Monster catching up. Plopping quickly up the street,
its mouth gaping open, its tongue stretching… reaching out for me.
I spun away—and ran into Alex and Adam.
“Run! Don’t just stand there!” I screeched. “It—it’s catching up!”
“Zackie—are you okay?” Alex asked.
“No time for questions!” I gasped, shoving them both. “Run! The Blob Monster
is real! I wrote it—and now it’s doing everything I wrote!”
Adam laughed. He turned to the Blob Monster. “Do you think I’m stupid,
Zackie? This is a joke—right? What is that? Some kind of a balloon?”
“Adam—don’t!” I cried.
I grabbed for him. And missed.
He went running up to the Blob Monster.
“Yeah. It’s some kind of big balloon!” Adam repeated, grinning.
The monster’s purple tongue slid quickly around Adam’s waist.
It pulled Adam easily into the open mouth. And then the Blob Monster
swallowed him with a sickening gulp.
Alex and I both screamed.
Alex turned to me. “Did you write that?” she demanded in a trembling voice.
I nodded. “Yes. It’s in my story,” I confessed.
Alex grabbed my shoulder. “Well, what happens next? Tell me. What comes
next?”
“I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “That’s where I stopped writing!”
29
Alex and I never
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