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Authors: Let's Get This Party Haunted!
Tags: Fiction, Juvenile Fiction, Horror Tales, Ghost Stories, Horror & Ghost Stories, Ghosts, Birthdays, Horror stories, parties, Children's Parties
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Tara.”
“Good trick, Max,” Willy Wilbur said. “You got us all scared. Now let us up. I'm warning you, dude.”
“Yeah. I'm warning you too,” his brother added. “If I could raise my fists off the floor, I'd be pounding you with them.”
“Tara? Is this one of your spells?” I called out.
I struggled to lift my right hand off the carpet. But it wouldn't budge.
“Tara? Did you get this spell from that old spell book you have?” I cried. “This isn't funny. We're not enjoying this.”
No reply.
“You've gone too far this time!” I shouted.
“Max, we know you're not talking to anyone real,” Sarah said. “Please —stop the magic trick and let us up.”
“Yeah. We're all impressed,” Willy Wilbur said. “But let us up so we can punch out your lights.”
“This is the worst party I've ever gone to,” I heard someone mutter.
“Worst party in
history,
” someone else whispered.
“We're gonna
get
you for this,” Billy Wilbur growled.
I ignored them and called out to Nicky and Tara again. “I'm sorry!” I shouted. “Did you hear me? I've apologized six times. So stop this! Let my friends get up!”
I let out a gasp as Nicky and Tara suddenly appeared in the doorway. They both stood awkwardly, jerking their arms around as if trying to balance.
“We just got here, Max,” Tara said.
“And we're frozen too!” Nicky exclaimed.
“I'm glued to the floor!” Tara wailed. “It's not us, Max!”
“Who is
doing
this?” Nicky cried.
I heard a sound behind me. A crackling sound. Some short pops.
I turned —just in time to see the birthday cake explode.
23
E VERYONE SCREAMED AT ONCE.
The cake blew up with a deafening roar. Chunks of white and chocolate cake shot across the room. They splattered the walls and ceiling and dropped onto my friends.
A thick glob of chocolate icing slopped into Willy Wilbur's face and dripped down his shirt. Kids were sputtering and shouting.
And suddenly, they were on their feet.
I saw kids stand up and stretch and help other kids up to test their arms and legs.
Kids were checking out their hands. Making sure their knees worked.
I lurched forward, startled that I could walk again. My shoes slid in a puddle of chocolate icing. I grabbed the back of a chair to keep my balance.
I helped Susan and Sarah to their feet. Then I turned and saw the smoke shooting up from the remains of the cake.
A column of thick black smoke hissed up to the ceiling.
Kids were running now. Pushing each other, stampeding for the front door.
I stood and watched the smoke as it divided in two. It hissed and crackled, billowing off the ceiling. Two waves of smoke now, f loating over my head.
Swirling, crackling, the smoke lowered itself over me. And I saw two figures form, like dark clouds.
The two dark-winged creatures sailed up, just beneath the ceiling, like the shadow bats you make with your hands. Just like those bats — except ten times as big.
My mouth dropped open in horror. My breath caught in my throat.
I stared up at these two bats, formed from the smoke of the cake explosion. I stared up at them, trembling as they circled me slowly.
The two shadow bats circled me, round and round —till I shut my eyes from dizziness. And over the whistle and hiss of the flying smoke creatures, I heard Nicky and Tara calling to me.
“Shades!” I heard Nicky scream, his voice high and shrill with terror.
“Max, they are
shades
!” Tara cried. “Not human, not ghost! Shades from the underworld!”
“The shades are the ones making all the problems!” Nicky called. “They did it all. They ruined your party.”
With a rush of hot wind, the two shades swooped in on me, covering me in smoke. Smothering me.
I started to cough. I couldn't breathe.
“Help me!” I cried to Nicky and Tara. “Do something!”
I couldn't hear a reply.
The twin smoke bats wrapped themselves around me, covering me in a hot, choking darkness.
I shielded my face with my arms, trying to
“Good trick, Max,” Willy Wilbur said. “You got us all scared. Now let us up. I'm warning you, dude.”
“Yeah. I'm warning you too,” his brother added. “If I could raise my fists off the floor, I'd be pounding you with them.”
“Tara? Is this one of your spells?” I called out.
I struggled to lift my right hand off the carpet. But it wouldn't budge.
“Tara? Did you get this spell from that old spell book you have?” I cried. “This isn't funny. We're not enjoying this.”
No reply.
“You've gone too far this time!” I shouted.
“Max, we know you're not talking to anyone real,” Sarah said. “Please —stop the magic trick and let us up.”
“Yeah. We're all impressed,” Willy Wilbur said. “But let us up so we can punch out your lights.”
“This is the worst party I've ever gone to,” I heard someone mutter.
“Worst party in
history,
” someone else whispered.
“We're gonna
get
you for this,” Billy Wilbur growled.
I ignored them and called out to Nicky and Tara again. “I'm sorry!” I shouted. “Did you hear me? I've apologized six times. So stop this! Let my friends get up!”
I let out a gasp as Nicky and Tara suddenly appeared in the doorway. They both stood awkwardly, jerking their arms around as if trying to balance.
“We just got here, Max,” Tara said.
“And we're frozen too!” Nicky exclaimed.
“I'm glued to the floor!” Tara wailed. “It's not us, Max!”
“Who is
doing
this?” Nicky cried.
I heard a sound behind me. A crackling sound. Some short pops.
I turned —just in time to see the birthday cake explode.
23
E VERYONE SCREAMED AT ONCE.
The cake blew up with a deafening roar. Chunks of white and chocolate cake shot across the room. They splattered the walls and ceiling and dropped onto my friends.
A thick glob of chocolate icing slopped into Willy Wilbur's face and dripped down his shirt. Kids were sputtering and shouting.
And suddenly, they were on their feet.
I saw kids stand up and stretch and help other kids up to test their arms and legs.
Kids were checking out their hands. Making sure their knees worked.
I lurched forward, startled that I could walk again. My shoes slid in a puddle of chocolate icing. I grabbed the back of a chair to keep my balance.
I helped Susan and Sarah to their feet. Then I turned and saw the smoke shooting up from the remains of the cake.
A column of thick black smoke hissed up to the ceiling.
Kids were running now. Pushing each other, stampeding for the front door.
I stood and watched the smoke as it divided in two. It hissed and crackled, billowing off the ceiling. Two waves of smoke now, f loating over my head.
Swirling, crackling, the smoke lowered itself over me. And I saw two figures form, like dark clouds.
The two dark-winged creatures sailed up, just beneath the ceiling, like the shadow bats you make with your hands. Just like those bats — except ten times as big.
My mouth dropped open in horror. My breath caught in my throat.
I stared up at these two bats, formed from the smoke of the cake explosion. I stared up at them, trembling as they circled me slowly.
The two shadow bats circled me, round and round —till I shut my eyes from dizziness. And over the whistle and hiss of the flying smoke creatures, I heard Nicky and Tara calling to me.
“Shades!” I heard Nicky scream, his voice high and shrill with terror.
“Max, they are
shades
!” Tara cried. “Not human, not ghost! Shades from the underworld!”
“The shades are the ones making all the problems!” Nicky called. “They did it all. They ruined your party.”
With a rush of hot wind, the two shades swooped in on me, covering me in smoke. Smothering me.
I started to cough. I couldn't breathe.
“Help me!” I cried to Nicky and Tara. “Do something!”
I couldn't hear a reply.
The twin smoke bats wrapped themselves around me, covering me in a hot, choking darkness.
I shielded my face with my arms, trying to
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