Read Online Goosebumps: The Blob That Ate Everyone by R. L. Stine - Free Book Online Page A

ran so fast in our lives. By the time we reached my house,
my head was throbbing and my side was aching.
    We both gasped for breath as I pushed open the front door. “Anyone home?” I
shouted into the house. “Mom? Mom?”
    No reply. She must have gone out.
    I turned and glimpsed the Blob Monster bouncing hard over Alex’s front yard.
    “No time!” I cried to Alex. “No time! Hurry!”
    She slipped inside the house, and I slammed the door behind us and locked it.
Then I lurched toward my room, holding my aching side, forcing my rubbery legs
to move.
    I mopped the sweat off my forehead with my arm. Then I dropped into the desk
chair and raised my hands over the typewriter keys.
    Alex hurried up beside me. “What are you going to do?” she asked
breathlessly.
    “No time to explain,” I choked out.
    I heard a thumping at the front door. Then I heard a loud CRAAAACK.
    And I knew the huge pink Blob had broken down the door.
    “No time. No time!” I declared. I furiously started to type.
    “I’m typing an ending,” I told Alex. “I’m going to type that the Blob Monster
disappears. That it never existed. That Adam and the two policemen are okay.”
    SQUISSSSH… SQUISSSSH.
    Alex and I both gasped. We heard the Blob Monster’s slimy body, so close now,
moving quickly toward us through the hall.
    I knew I had only a few seconds to type the ending.
    SQUISSSSSH.
    Right outside my bedroom door.
    I held my breath and pounded the keys.
    Pounded as hard and fast as I could until—
    “NOOOOO!”
    “What’s wrong?” Alex shrieked.
    “The keys are jammed!”
    We both screamed again as the Blob Monster bounced into the room.

 
 
30
     
     
    The Blob Monster’s body heaved up and down. The creature panted, its entire
body bouncing. White slime puddled on the floor around it.
    The slash of a mouth in the belly opened and closed, opened and closed. The
purple tongue licked the mouth as the monster’s eyes narrowed on me.
    Alex gasped and backed up against the wall. “Zackie—type the ending!” she
screamed breathlessly. “Make that thing disappear!”
    “I can’t !” I cried. I frantically pulled at the keys. “They’re jammed.
I can’t untangle them!”
    “Zackie— please !” Alex pleaded.
    And then I saw the fat purple tongue leap.
    It rolled out of the Blob Monster’s open belly like a garden hose.
    “NOOOOOO!” I opened my mouth in a terrified wail as the tongue stretched
across the room. Reached for me…
    Reached for me…
    No!
    The tongue wrapped around the typewriter. Lifted it easily.
    I grabbed for it with both hands.
    And missed.
    My hands slid across the tongue. So hot. Burning hot. And sticky.
    The tongue pulled back, snapped back like elastic. And carried the typewriter
into the monster’s gaping mouth.
    As I stared in horror, the Blob Monster swallowed the typewriter with a
single gulp.
    I leaped up from the desk chair. And stepped up beside Alex. We pressed our
backs against the wall and watched helplessly as the Blob Monster throbbed and
heaved. Digesting the typewriter.
    “We’re doomed,” Alex murmured. “The typewriter—it’s gone. Now there is no
way you can destroy the monster.”
    “Wait!” I cried. “I have an idea!”

 
 
31
     
     
    I dove back to the desk. I searched the desktop.
    “What are you doing ?” Alex cried.
    The Blob Monster let out sick gurgling sounds as it digested the typewriter.
Its body heaved up and down in the puddle of slime it had left on the rug.
    “The pen,” I told Alex. “The pen—”
    I pulled open the desk drawer and saw the old pen in front. I grabbed it and
slammed the drawer shut.
    I held it up to show Alex. “The old pen the woman gave me. Maybe it has the
same powers as the typewriter. Maybe I can write an ending with the pen—and
make the Blob Monster disappear!”
    “Hurry—!” Alex warned.
    The Blob Monster had stopped its gurgling. The purple tongue came darting out
again.
    I grabbed a sheet of paper and