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Authors: Bruce Coville
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the house.
To my relief, the broken lock was still where Peter had jammed it back in place after our last adventure here. I had figured that as a temporary
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tenant, Broxholm probably wouldn't keep that close an eye on things that needed repair around the place. It was nice to find out I had been right.
We opened the door, and headed back into the alien's lair.
I felt a little more at ease this time. After all, we could be pretty sure that Broxholm would stay at school. We knew exactly where we were going. And we had a lookout to keep us from being surprised.
How could we go wrong?
The answer to that question was even worse than I expected.
For the first few minutes everything went as smooth as could be. We made it out of the cellar and into the attic with time to spare.
Nothing had changed. The column of blue light was still there. And poor Ms. Schwartz was still trapped right in the middle of it.
I rushed over to it and placed my hands against the force field. Almost instantly I could hear Ms. Schwartz's voice in my head. Hello, Susan. What are you doing her el
We came to take some pictures of you, so that we can prove what's going on, I thought back at her.
Her reply scared me. Weren't you just here a few minutes agoI she asked. She sounded confused.
I bit my lip. Was she all right?
Of course, since the thought was about her, Ms. Schwartz picked it up.
I'm not sure, she responded. It's getting so it's very hard to think in here. She paused for a moment, then asked, What day is this!
It's Tuesday, I thought. Tuesday, the twenty - fourth of May.
Her reaction almost knocked me over. You must do something! she thought desperately. It's only two days until Br ox holm is planning his pickup. Susan, you have to do something!
I.know, I know! I replied. Her fear was coming through as clearly as her thoughts, and it was making me afraid, too.
Our conversation was interrupted by Peter. "Susan, we can't just stand here and chat. We've got to get these pictures taken!"
He was right of course. Hang on, Ms. Schwartz, I thought. We'll get you out of there somehow!
Peter had already started flashing.
"That's good," he said. "Let me get a couple more of you standing next to her. Then move away from the force field so I can get some of Ms. Schwartz by herself."
I was glad Peter was there. I might have gotten so wound up talking to Ms. Schwartz that I wouldn't have taken the pictures in time to get
back to school. But he was working fast. In a few minutes he had used up most of the roll, taking some pictures with flashes, some without, working from all different angles. I helped, and we did everything we could think of to make sure we got at least one good shot.
We were just trying to figure out the last angle when we heard a terrible scream from downstairs.
"Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh!"
I couldn't make much sense of the words. But I recognized the vo ice. It belonged to Duncan Dou gal.
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Duncan's Disaster
Peter looked at me. I looked at him. I wondered if he was as terrified as he looked. I wondered if I looked as terrified as I felt.
''What's he doing in here?" I whispered.
"And what's happening to him?" hissed Peter.
And what are we going to do about itl I thought.
We hesitated for only a second and then began to creep down the stairwell.
Duncan was still screaming.
We had left the door to the attic open, in case we needed to make a quick getaway. Poking my head around the edge, I looked in the direction of the screams. They were coming from the room where Mr. Smith sat to take off his mask every night.
I reached for Peter's hand. "What should we do?" I mouthed to him.
He pointed down the hall and started off with me following close behind.
After a couple of steps, we dropped to our bellies and slid up to the door and peeked around the edge.
I couldn't believe it—Duncan was all alone. He was standing
To my relief, the broken lock was still where Peter had jammed it back in place after our last adventure here. I had figured that as a temporary
87
tenant, Broxholm probably wouldn't keep that close an eye on things that needed repair around the place. It was nice to find out I had been right.
We opened the door, and headed back into the alien's lair.
I felt a little more at ease this time. After all, we could be pretty sure that Broxholm would stay at school. We knew exactly where we were going. And we had a lookout to keep us from being surprised.
How could we go wrong?
The answer to that question was even worse than I expected.
For the first few minutes everything went as smooth as could be. We made it out of the cellar and into the attic with time to spare.
Nothing had changed. The column of blue light was still there. And poor Ms. Schwartz was still trapped right in the middle of it.
I rushed over to it and placed my hands against the force field. Almost instantly I could hear Ms. Schwartz's voice in my head. Hello, Susan. What are you doing her el
We came to take some pictures of you, so that we can prove what's going on, I thought back at her.
Her reply scared me. Weren't you just here a few minutes agoI she asked. She sounded confused.
I bit my lip. Was she all right?
Of course, since the thought was about her, Ms. Schwartz picked it up.
I'm not sure, she responded. It's getting so it's very hard to think in here. She paused for a moment, then asked, What day is this!
It's Tuesday, I thought. Tuesday, the twenty - fourth of May.
Her reaction almost knocked me over. You must do something! she thought desperately. It's only two days until Br ox holm is planning his pickup. Susan, you have to do something!
I.know, I know! I replied. Her fear was coming through as clearly as her thoughts, and it was making me afraid, too.
Our conversation was interrupted by Peter. "Susan, we can't just stand here and chat. We've got to get these pictures taken!"
He was right of course. Hang on, Ms. Schwartz, I thought. We'll get you out of there somehow!
Peter had already started flashing.
"That's good," he said. "Let me get a couple more of you standing next to her. Then move away from the force field so I can get some of Ms. Schwartz by herself."
I was glad Peter was there. I might have gotten so wound up talking to Ms. Schwartz that I wouldn't have taken the pictures in time to get
back to school. But he was working fast. In a few minutes he had used up most of the roll, taking some pictures with flashes, some without, working from all different angles. I helped, and we did everything we could think of to make sure we got at least one good shot.
We were just trying to figure out the last angle when we heard a terrible scream from downstairs.
"Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh!"
I couldn't make much sense of the words. But I recognized the vo ice. It belonged to Duncan Dou gal.
Microsoft Corporation
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Duncan's Disaster
Peter looked at me. I looked at him. I wondered if he was as terrified as he looked. I wondered if I looked as terrified as I felt.
''What's he doing in here?" I whispered.
"And what's happening to him?" hissed Peter.
And what are we going to do about itl I thought.
We hesitated for only a second and then began to creep down the stairwell.
Duncan was still screaming.
We had left the door to the attic open, in case we needed to make a quick getaway. Poking my head around the edge, I looked in the direction of the screams. They were coming from the room where Mr. Smith sat to take off his mask every night.
I reached for Peter's hand. "What should we do?" I mouthed to him.
He pointed down the hall and started off with me following close behind.
After a couple of steps, we dropped to our bellies and slid up to the door and peeked around the edge.
I couldn't believe it—Duncan was all alone. He was standing
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