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MY FRIENDS CALL ME MONSTER

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ENTER HORRORLAND
The Story So Far…
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“Michael, this is crazy,” my friend Daisy Edwards whispered. “We
shouldn’t be here.”
“Too late,” I whispered back. “We’re already here.”
Daisy was right. Sneaking into our teacher’s house was probably a
bad idea.
But there we were, the three of us — me, Daisy, and our friend
DeWayne Walker — standing in Mrs. Hardesty’s kitchen. My eyes
darted around, trying to see in the dim light. All the shades were pulled.
“Weird. She keeps her house as dark as our classroom,” DeWayne
said.
The kitchen smelled of cinnamon. Mrs. Hardesty had a lot of
snapshots on her fridge door. I glanced at them quickly. The faces all
seemed blurry. An empty egg carton stood open on the sink.
I led the way into the front room. The shades were down there, too.
The couch and four chairs all matched. They were black leather. I
saw knitting needles sticking out of a ball of wool on a table beside the
couch. A tall wooden clock on the mantel ticked loudly.
“I’m not happy about this,” Daisy whispered. “What if she comes
home and finds us? We’re dead!”
“No worries,” I said. “She’s still at school.”
“Let’s dump the cat and get out of here,” DeWayne said. He raised
the carrier in front of him. I could see the black cat’s blue eyes peering
out at me.
You’re probably wondering why we sneaked into Mrs. Hardesty’s
house with a black cat. Well, our plan was simple.
 Mrs. H is very superstitious. So … she comes home. She looks down
and sees this black cat rubbing against her ankles … and it totally freaks
her mind!
I wished I could be there when she went nuts. But I planned to be far,
far away.
The cat pawed the front of the carrier and meowed. I think it wanted
out.
“Monster, just open the carrier,” DeWayne said. “Let it go, and we’re
outta here.”
My friends call me Monster.
It’s kind of a cool nickname. You see, I’m a big dude. I’m twelve, but
I look like a high school guy. I’m pretty strong, too.
That’s a good thing.
But I guess kids also call me Monster because of my temper. That’s a
bad thing.
My parents say I have a short fuse. That means I explode a lot. But,
hey, I’m not angry all the time. Just when someone pushes my buttons.
Which is why my two friends and I were in Mrs. Hardesty’s house.
Our teacher had been pushing my buttons ever since she arrived at
Adams Middle School.
“Let the cat out,” DeWayne said, holding the carrier up to my face.
“Not here,” I said. “Mrs. H will see it too soon. That’s no fun.”
“How about the basement?” Daisy said. “Mrs. Hardesty opens the
basement door, and there’s a black cat at the bottom of the stairs, staring
up at her. Can you picture it?”
“Awesome!” I said. I jabbed my finger into Daisy’s forehead. “I like
the way you think.”
We searched the hall till we found the basement door. I pulled it
open, and we stared down into the darkness. I fumbled for the light
switch, and a bulb flashed on overhead.
I led the way down the creaky wooden steps. The cat meowed again.
“Be patient,” I said. “You’ll have a nice, new basement to explore. And
Mrs. H will take good care of you.”
 We stepped into a short hallway. The air grew cold and damp. The
basement was divided into two rooms. Both doors were shut.
DeWayne set the carrier down on the floor. He bent to open its door.
That’s when we heard the sound. A heavy thump. From one of the
rooms.
We all froze. DeWayne’s hands shot up, away from the carrier. He
stared at me, his mouth open. Daisy took a step back.
I heard a groan. Another thump.
My heart did a flip-flop in my chest. “There’s someone down here!” I
whispered.
We didn’t say another word. DeWayne grabbed the carrier by the
handle, we spun away from the doors, and took off.
We scrambled up the stairs. Our sneakers thudded loudly all the way
up.
I was nearly at the top when I heard a metal chiiing. Something hit a
stair and bounced down.
“Something fell out of my pocket!” I cried.
Was it my cell phone?
I couldn’t go back for it. We had to get out of there.
Someone — or something — was coming after us!
 TWO WEEKS EARLIER

“How many of you have heard of the Loch Ness Monster?” Mrs.
Hardesty asked. Several hands went up.
“Here she goes again,” I whispered to DeWayne. He sat beside me in
class.
DeWayne rolled his eyes. “Always monsters.”
“The other sixth-grade class is doing the Civil War,” I said. “All we
talk about is monsters. How weird is that?”
DeWayne laughed. He’s a lanky, good-looking dude. He wears low-
riding, baggy jeans and long T-shirts with hip-hop singers across the
front. He has big brown eyes and keeps his black hair shaved close to his
head.
He’s a good guy, except his laugh is too loud, which gets me in
trouble a lot.
I suddenly realized Mrs. Hardesty had her beady little black eagle
eyes on me. “Is something funny, Michael?” she asked.
I shrugged.
“Would you like to share it with the whole class?”
I shrugged again. “Whatever.”
I should’ve just said sorry or something. Why do I always look for
trouble with her?
Maybe because she’s always on my case?
 She stared at me with that cold expression, her face frozen like a
statue.
Mrs. Hardesty looks a lot like a bird, with tiny round eyes pushed up
against a long beaky nose. She has short, feathery, white-blond hair that
puffs up around her pale narrow face.
“Would you care to tell the class what you think the Loch Ness
Monster looks like, Michael?”
“Well … it looks a lot like DeWayne, except it’s prettier.”
That got everyone laughing, except for Mrs. Hardesty. She wrinkled
her nose and made that sniffing sound she always makes when she’s
unhappy about something.
She held up a large photograph. “This is a photo of the Loch Ness
Monster,” she said. She moved it from side to side, but it was really hard
to see in the dim light.
She always keeps it dark in the room. Kids are always stumbling over
their backpacks. When we take tests, we have to hold the paper up close
to our faces to read it.
It was a bright, sunny day outside, but the shades were down and the
ceiling lights were dim as usual.
“As you can see, the monster looks a lot like a dinosaur,” Mrs.
Hardesty continued. “A lot of people claim this photo is a fake. People
don’t want to believe in monsters.”
I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my silver dog whistle.
“But hundreds of people visit the lake in Scotland every year,” Mrs.
H said. “They want to see the monster for themselves.”
Kids gasped in surprise as one of the window shades shot up with a
loud snap. Sunlight poured into the room.
Mrs. Hardesty shielded her eyes. She edged sideways to the window
and tugged the shade back down. The room grew dark again.
Mrs. Hardesty picked up her lucky rabbit’s foot from the desk. She
always squeezes it in her hand when she gets tense. Which means she
squeezes it a lot!
“Many other water monsters have been spotted over the centuries,”
she said. “In ancient times, sailors believed in sea serpents. And —”
 SNAP.
The same window shade zipped back up to the top.
Mrs. H gasped and dove to the window. She tugged it down and held
it there for a few seconds. Then she returned to the front of her desk,
rolling the rabbit’s foot in her hand.
SNAP.
The shade flipped back up. Everyone laughed. Sunlight poured over
the front of the room.
I hid the dog whistle under my desk. She hadn’t seen me blow it. She
had no idea what a mechanical genius Michael Munroe is.
Yeah, I’m real good with tech stuff. People don’t expect it, because
I’m Monster, the big hulk of a dude who is always getting into trouble.
But I’ve got a lot of skill with computers and all kinds of tech stuff.
Before class, I rigged the window shade. I put a tiny receiver on it.
The dog whistle sent high-pitched sound waves to the receiver. Sound
waves that humans can’t hear. And the sound made the window shade go
flying up.
SNAP.
I did it again. Just to upset Mrs. H and get everyone laughing. Then I
hid the whistle behind my textbook.
Mrs. Hardesty scratched her head. “Why does that shade keep going
up?” she asked.
“Maybe an evil spirit is doing it!” DeWayne said.
He knew I was doing it. But he liked to torture her, too. “Owooooo.”
He made a nice ghost howl.
Mrs. Hardesty’s mouth dropped open. She didn’t think it was funny.
She was squeezing that lucky rabbit’s foot flat!
“One should never joke about evil spirits,” she said. Her voice
trembled.
She kept a jar of black powder on her desk. She reached into the jar,
pulled out a handful, and tossed it over her shoulder.
Is she the weirdest teacher on earth or what?
We’re always trying to figure out what the black powder is. Daisy
thinks it’s ground-up bat wings. DeWayne says it’s powdered eye of
newt. He learned about eye of newt in one of the scary books he’s always
reading.
Mrs. Hardesty tugged the window shade down and examined it
carefully. I hoped she wouldn’t spot the little receiver I’d planted there.
She returned to the front of the class. I raised my dog whistle and
prepared to blow it again.
OOPS.
The whistle slipped out of my hand. I made a wild grab for it. But it
bounced off my desk, hit the floor, and rolled halfway to Mrs. Hardesty.
Did she see it?
Yes.
She squinted at it, then raised her eyes to me.
“Uh … am I in trouble?” I asked.
Yes, I was in trouble. She made me come back to class after school.
Outside, rain clouds covered the sky. That made the classroom even
darker than before.
Mrs. Hardesty had two tall white candles flickering on her desk. She
was leaning over them, whispering to herself, when I dragged myself in.
“Mrs. Hardesty, I’m sorry about the whistle thing,” I said. “But I
can’t stay after school.”
She kept whispering for a long while, her eyes shut. The candle
smoke floated over her face, but she didn’t seem to mind it.
Finally, she looked up at me. Her skin appeared gray and powdery in
the candlelight. “Of course you will stay, Michael.”
“No. Really,” I said. “I can’t. I’ll miss wrestling practice.”
Monster Munroe is the captain of the wrestling team. Who else?
“Sit down, Michael,” Mrs. H said. She pointed to a chair. “I want you
to wrestle with your thoughts.”
I let out a groan. “I can’t go to practice?”
She reached into her jar and tossed a little black powder over her
shoulder. “Sit down,” she said.
I sat down. I threw my backpack angrily to the floor. I muttered some
bad words under my breath.
I had that burning feeling in my chest. The feeling I get when
someone is making me really mad.
Mrs. Hardesty blew out the candles. She seemed to inhale the smoke.
“Michael, do you think it’s smart to make a fool of your teacher?” she
asked.
 “I really didn’t have to try!” I blurted out.
OOPS. I did it again. Why can’t I ever shut my trap?
I heard kids burst out laughing in the hall. I knew it was Daisy and
DeWayne.
Mrs. Hardesty leaped up from behind her desk. She strode to the
classroom door and dragged my two friends in.
DeWayne plopped down next to me, shaking his head.
Daisy didn’t look too happy, either. She never gets in trouble. She has
this cute, innocent look. Curly carrot-colored hair, lots of freckles, and
dimples in her cheeks even when she isn’t smiling. So everyone thinks
she’s totally sweet and adorable.
Of course, I know better. I know she has a wicked-cold sense of
humor. She could be a big problem child like me — if she put her mind
to it.
“We didn’t do anything,” Daisy told Mrs. Hardesty. “Why do we
have to stay?”
The teacher waved for Daisy to sit down. Then she frowned at us one
by one.
“You three need an attitude change,” she said. She rubbed her
pointed chin. “I think I know what will help.”
“Me, too,” I said. “Wrestling practice will help me. It’ll change my
attitude. Really.”
DeWayne grinned at Mrs. Hardesty. “I got an A in Attitude last
semester,” he said. “You can check it out.”
Mrs. Hardesty rolled her eyes. “We don’t grade for attitude,” she
muttered.
DeWayne squinted at her. “You sure?”
He was goofing on her. But she never got a joke.
“I know what will help you,” Mrs. H repeated. “Some honest work.”
All three of us groaned.
“I’ll give you a choice,” she said. “You can stay two hours after
school every day for a week.”
We groaned again, louder.
“Or you can do some community service,” Mrs. H said.
 We stared blankly at her. I had a sudden urge to take out my dog
whistle and make the shade fly up again.
“I have a project that’s perfect for you three,” Mrs. Hardesty said.
“It’s in the lot right by my house. You can come on Saturday.”
“I can’t,” I said. “My dad is taking me to the big computer tech show.
I —”
“I can’t,” Daisy said. “I have my tennis lesson, and —”
“Saturday,” Mrs. Hardesty insisted. “No excuses.”
I heard a cough behind us. I turned and saw Mr. Wong step into the
room.
Mr. Wong is our new principal. He’s a little weird looking. He’s not
old, but he has these sagging cheeks and bulging eyes that make him
look like a frog. I’ll bet his nickname was Froggy or Toadboy when he
was a kid.
He wears dark pin-striped suits, white shirts, and dark ties. He’s a
short dude. But he has a deep, booming voice. Kinda like a bullfrog.
But he’s a good guy.
We never saw our old principal. She never came out of her office.
Mr. Wong is always out in the hall, greeting everyone and slapping high
fives. He likes hanging out with us.
Mr. Wong pulled Mrs. Hardesty aside and asked what was going on.
He kept glancing at the three of us. Mrs. Hardesty had a frown on her
face and kept pointing a long bony finger at me.
I couldn’t hear everything they said. But I heard Mr. Wong say, “I
think you’re being too hard on them. They were only having a little fun.”
I told you. The Wongster is a good dude.
But Mrs. Hardesty kept shaking her head, making her feathery hair
bounce up and down. Finally, Mr. Wong shrugged his shoulders and
stepped back. Defeated.
Mrs. Hardesty turned to us. “You three will show up for community
service at two o’clock on Saturday. No excuses. We will meet at my
house.”
She walked back to her desk and started piling up papers.
 Mr. Wong walked up to us. “My house is right down the street from
hers,” he whispered. “I’ll come out and check on how you’re doing.”
He turned and left the room.
The three of us started complaining to each other.
“Listen up,” Mrs. Hardesty said. “This is important. Be sure to wear
work clothes on Saturday. And you’d better bring nose plugs.”
Huh? Nose plugs?
What did she want us to do on Saturday?
Saturday was supposed to be totally fun. Dad promised to take me to the
computer tech show at the convention center. I waited all year for this
show.
But where was I on Saturday afternoon? Standing with Daisy and
DeWayne in back of Mrs. Hardesty’s house.
It was a warm, sunny day with a few white puffy clouds floating in a
clear blue sky. But I didn’t care.
I was really, really angry. I wanted to toss back my head and roar, and
then start heaving things through Mrs. Hardesty’s window.
Instead, I followed my friends as Mrs. H led us to the abandoned lot.
The warm air started to smell — a really gross, sick smell. She stopped
at a huge Dumpster. A garbage Dumpster that stunk to high heaven.
“I need you to go through the garbage,” Mrs. H said, “and pull out all
the cans and bottles that can be recycled.”
“Whoa!” DeWayne staggered back.
“Excuse me?” I said to Mrs. H. “You want us to climb into the
garbage?”
“I thought I made it clear,” she replied.
Daisy held her nose. She looked a little green.
“This is your community service,” Mrs. Hardesty said. “Climb in.
Dig through the garbage. Find all the cans, bottles, and jars you can.”
“But it stinks!” DeWayne cried. “It’s putrid. It’s sickening!”
Mrs. Hardesty handed us each a long-handled shovel. “Good
hunting,” she said.
“But — but —” I sputtered.
She trotted back to her house.
 Daisy, DeWayne, and I stared at each other. Did we have a choice? I
didn’t think so.
A minute later, we were standing up to our knees in wet, putrid,
slimy garbage. The gunk soaked the legs of my jeans. The skunky aroma
made my throat tighten up. I struggled not to choke.
I tried to walk. It was hard to balance. After a step or two, something
squished under my sneaker. A dead raccoon.
“I DON’T BELIEVE THIS!” I screamed. “This is totally UNFAIR!”
I lost it. I began to grab garbage and heave it at the walls of the
Dumpster.
This wild picture flashed into my mind. I saw myself lifting the
whole Dumpster — like Superman — and emptying the garbage into
Mrs. Hardesty’s front window.
“NO WAY! NO WAAAAY!” I screamed, heaving garbage all over
the place.
Daisy grabbed one shoulder. DeWayne grabbed the other.
“Easy, Monster. Take it easy, dude,” DeWayne said softly.
They were trying to hold me in place. But I lunged forward and
broke free.
And fell facedown into the wet garbage.
I felt something ooze over my face. Something very wet and smelly
soaked my T-shirt. I sat up on the Dumpster floor, sputtering and shaking
eggshells and rotten chunks of maggoty meat from my hair.
I tried to wipe the green, moldy goop off my face, but it stuck there.
Finally, my friends pulled me to my feet.
DeWayne handed me my shovel. “Feeling better?”
I laughed. Suddenly, all three of us were laughing.
We started to shovel up garbage. We didn’t find many bottles or cans.
Most people don’t throw them in with the garbage. But we kept
searching through the yucky muck.
“Mrs. Hardesty knew there wasn’t much here to recycle,” I said. “She
put us in here just to be mean.”
“AAAIII!” Daisy let out a scream. She started beating the garbage
frantically with the head of her shovel. “There’s something ALIVE down
there!” she wailed.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Yes. She was right. Something down low in the Dumpster was
making the garbage bubble up.
DeWayne and I grabbed Daisy, and we helped lower her from the
Dumpster. We followed her down to the ground and tossed our shovels
away.
“Hey!” I let out a startled cry. Mr. Wong was standing there.
Even though it was Saturday, he was dressed in one of his striped
suits and a brown necktie. His slicked-down black hair gleamed in the
sunlight. His froggy eyes were soft and watery.
He had a smile on his face. But it disappeared when he saw the three
of us covered in wet chunks of garbage. He held his nose for a minute.
I didn’t blame him. I could smell myself. Believe me, it wasn’t pretty.
“Nice job, guys,” he said, still holding his nose. “Here. I brought you
candy bars. For energy.” He handed us each a chocolate bar.
Then he pulled out a wad of paper towels from his jacket pocket.
“Here. You can wipe some of the garbage off.”
We thanked him. He hurried away, running, not walking. Our smell
was making him sick.
I used a paper towel to wipe sticky stuff off my forehead. My jeans
and T-shirt were soaked through and stained. My back itched. Garbage
bugs had climbed under my shirt.
Daisy and DeWayne were muttering to each other. I couldn’t hear
them. My ears were ringing. That happens a lot when I’m really angry.
“I’m going to take a two-hour shower,” DeWayne said.
Daisy pulled a brown hunk of lettuce from her hair. The lettuce was
covered with tiny brown worms.
“The next time my mom asks me to take out the garbage, I’ll
probably go berserk,” she said.
I clenched my teeth. I stared at Mrs. Hardesty’s house. “I’m going to
pay her back,” I said. “This was totally mean and unfair. I’m going to
find a way to pay her back.”
But how?
 We said good-bye. We headed off in different directions to our
houses.
I was slinking home through backyards. Trying to stay in the
shadows. I didn’t want anyone to see me. Or smell me!
I saw something move. I stopped. Between two houses — a black
cat. It was sitting very still now, staring at me with big blue eyes.
More bad luck?
No. No way. Suddenly, I knew just how I was going to get my
revenge.
And that’s how Daisy, DeWayne, and I ended up sneaking into Mrs.
Hardesty’s house with the black cat.
My two friends didn’t really want to do it. Sneaking into a teacher’s
house is kind of scary. But it didn’t take much to convince them.
Daisy had shampooed her hair ten times. But it still had bugs
crawling in it. And DeWayne said he had to throw out his jeans and T-
shirt. His mother refused to wash anything that smelly.
So we all had a good reason for getting even with Mrs. Hardesty.
We knew how superstitious she was. She talked all the time about
how black cats really do bring bad luck. She told us that once you have
the bad luck, it’s hard to shake it off.
So what could be better?
A black cat suddenly appears in her basement. And she FREAKS.
She totally freaks!
The black cat was always around our neighborhood. No one knew
who it belonged to. I think it had a hundred and nine lives! I saw it
wherever I went.
So we gathered up the cat and hurried to Mrs. Hardesty’s house after
school. We knew she was staying late for some parent meetings. We
made sure her blue Civic wasn’t in the driveway. And none of the
neighbors were watching.
The back door was unlocked. We walked right into the kitchen.
Down to the basement. We tried to be as silent as possible. The cat
kept pacing back and forth inside the carrier.
We planned to be fast. Get in. Free the cat. Get out.
 But it didn’t work that way.
We heard thumps and moans and groans coming from one of the
rooms. My heart did a flip-flop in my chest.
Someone else was down there.
We stumbled up the stairs as fast as we could. Something fell out of
my jeans pocket, but I didn’t go back for it. The cat was meowing like
crazy.
We made it back upstairs, breathing hard. Were we being chased?
I turned and stared down into the dark basement. No. No one on the
stairs.
I gripped the basement door and leaned against it, waiting for my
heart to stop pounding. “It’s okay,” I finally said. “We’re okay.”
Daisy glanced around. “Let the cat out,” she told DeWayne. “And
let’s go.”
DeWayne set the carrying case on the floor. He reached for the clasp.
“No. Wait,” I said. “The attic. Let’s take it up to the attic.”
They both squinted at me. “Why?”
“It’ll be scarier,” I said. “Think about it. Mrs. H is sitting in the living
room. She hears something creeping down the attic stairs. She opens the
attic door — and there is BAD LUCK staring her in the face!”
I laughed. I could just picture it.
DeWayne shook his head. “Monster, you are too bad!” he said.
“Too stupid,” Daisy muttered. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. If we
get caught …” She shivered, then hugged herself.
“We won’t get caught,” I said. I glanced out the front window. No
sign of the teacher’s car. “You know how long those parent meetings
take. We have all afternoon.”
We had to explore a little to find the attic steps. The door stood at the
end of the hall next to Mrs. Hardesty’s bedroom.
We opened the door. The attic was pitch-black. As we climbed, the
air grew warmer. It smelled stale, kind of musty.
The cat thumped the side of the carrier. It was eager to get out.
I stepped into the attic. It was huge. The walls were knotty pine. Two
tiny windows faced the front. They let in narrow beams of light.
 The attic was filled with furniture covered with bedsheets. An old
typewriter and a black plastic radio sat on a wooden crate. A long brown
leather couch stood sideways in the middle of the floor. The sheet had
fallen off one side of it.
Something big and tall and almost round stood near us at the top of
the stairs. It was totally covered by a sheet. It was at least six feet tall.
What could it be? Some kind of sculpture?
I started to lift the sheet to take a peek. But Daisy pulled me away.
“No time to sightsee,” she whispered. “It’s hot up here. Let’s hurry.”
DeWayne set the carrier down in front of the long couch. He opened
the front.
The cat stepped out quickly. It took three or four steps, then stretched
its legs, tilting its head from side to side. It glanced around the long room
for a few seconds. Then it just stood there, staring up at us with its blue
eyes.
“Mission accomplished,” I said. “This is way perfect. I can’t wait —”
That’s when I heard the car door slam outside.
My mouth dropped open. I saw Daisy’s eyes go wide. The three of us
froze. So did the cat!
I dove to one of the tiny windows and peered down at the driveway.
I groaned. “Oh, wow. It’s Mrs. Hardesty! She’s home.”
DeWayne looked sick. Daisy let out a cry. “How do we get out of
here?”
I watched Mrs. H step up to her front door.
“We’re kinda trapped,” I said.
We heard the front door open and close. We heard Mrs. Hardesty step
into the front hall.
She coughed. Muttered something to herself.
I could hear every sound. It was as if I suddenly had superhearing!
“If she catches us, we’re dead meat,” Daisy whispered.
DeWayne swallowed. “Think we’ll be suspended from school?”
“She’ll probably put us in front of a firing squad,” Daisy said.
“Bad attitude,” I said. “We’ll get out of this.”
I always try to look on the bright side. Even when I’m doomed!
I gazed around the attic. No back door. No escape route. If we started
down the stairs now, she’d see us.
Could we climb out a window and lower ourselves to the ground?
No. The windows were too small.
I waved the others behind the long couch. We crouched down on our
hands and knees.
Where was the cat?
I poked my head out and searched. No sign of it. Was it already
heading down the stairs?
That could be trouble.
I pressed my side against the back of the couch and listened. I
couldn’t hear Mrs. Hardesty. The only sound I heard was my own heavy
breathing.
Then I heard water running. Probably from the kitchen sink?
It stopped. I could hear Mrs. Hardesty humming to herself. Then I
heard footsteps growing louder.
 “She’s coming upstairs,” Daisy whispered. “Probably to her
bedroom. To change out of her school clothes.”
DeWayne snickered. “Do teachers have school clothes?”
“Shhhh.” Daisy gave DeWayne a shove. “Want her to hear you?” she
whispered.
More footsteps. Mrs. Hardesty coughed again. The sound floated up
the attic stairs.
She was too close, too close to us now.
One sound, and she’d know someone was up there.
I held my breath. All three of us froze.
That’s when the cat decided to meow. A long, shrill cry.
I gasped and shut my eyes.
Doomed. Doomed!
I opened my eyes and saw the cat sitting beside me.
“Shhhh,” I whispered. Do cats understand what shhhh means?
I wrapped both arms around the cat and pulled it close to my chest. I
held it there, praying it wouldn’t make another sound.
“Meeeeeeeeeeeeew!”
Another long howl.
I gritted my teeth. DeWayne shut his eyes and crouched with his
hands raised in a praying position. Daisy stared straight ahead.
And we heard footsteps. The attic stairs creaked. The footsteps were
coming closer.
We were caught. Mrs. Hardesty was climbing the attic stairs.
I hugged the cat even closer to my chest. “Please,” I whispered. “Please
be quiet.”
The attic stairs creaked and groaned. Keeping low, I poked my head
out just enough to see.
Mrs. Hardesty climbed into the attic.
Daisy was right. She had changed her clothes. She was wearing a
gray sweatshirt over baggy purple pants. Instead of her black pumps, she
wore black sneakers.
Please don’t meow. Please don’t make a sound, I silently begged the
cat.
Mrs. Hardesty glanced around. She took a few steps toward the
couch.
She wiped something off the old radio with one hand. Then she
moved to a window and peered down at the street.
Was it the longest, scariest moment of my life?
Yes. But I knew it would get a lot scarier if our teacher caught us
there.
I heard voices. Some kids playing outside. I wished I was out there
with them.
I hugged the cat tighter. Was I smothering the poor thing?
Mrs. Hardesty moved away from the window. She stepped up to the
tall covered thing by the stairs.
Still hugging the cat to my chest, I peeked out from behind the couch.
She was pulling the sheet off. After a few seconds, I could see a little
bit of what was underneath. It was smooth and white.
 She tugged the sheet away and folded it neatly. I stared at what she
had uncovered. Stared at it in disbelief.
It was an egg. A six-foot-tall egg.
Daisy and DeWayne were crouched beside me behind the couch.
They couldn’t see what I was seeing. They stared straight ahead, afraid
to breathe.
Mrs. Hardesty walked around the egg a few times, inspecting it. She
smoothed her hand gently over the shell as she circled it.
She had a strange smile on her face. Her eyes sparkled with
excitement.
What kind of bird or animal could lay an egg that big? I asked
myself.
A few weeks earlier, I had seen dinosaur eggs on a cool show on the
Discovery Channel. They were tiny compared to this giant egg.
It can’t be real, I decided. It’s a sculpture. Yes. That’s it. It’s a piece of
art.
Someone made it out of plaster or something. That’s why Mrs.
Hardesty was acting so proud of it.
While those thoughts whirred through my mind, Mrs. H stopped
circling. She faced the egg and stretched both arms around its wide
middle.
Was she hugging it?
No.
I gasped as she pulled herself off the floor. Her sneakers pushed
against the eggshell. She slid her hands higher … higher …
And in seconds, she had climbed to the top. Then she turned to face
the window. She was sitting on top of the egg!
Wow. That shell must be really thick and tough, I thought.
I watched her settle herself up there. She lowered her hands beside
her on the shell.
Daisy and DeWayne had to see this. Otherwise, they’d think I was
making it up.
Silently, I crawled backward and made a space for them. Then I
waved for them to move and take a look.
 They didn’t make a sound. They poked their heads around the side of
the couch. I saw their eyes bulge in shock. They both shook their heads,
totally bewildered.
I pushed them back so I could see again. My head was spinning.
What on earth was our teacher doing up there? Was she hatching the
egg?
What would come bursting out of it? A giant CHICKEN?!?
How weird is this?
She stared out the window. Her hands rested on top of the egg. Her
sneakers dangled three feet off the floor. She seemed very comfortable
up there.
We have to get out of here!
That thought repeated in my brain.
But how?
I was still holding the cat. I glanced down. It had fallen asleep in my
arms. Sweet.
The cat was one thing I didn’t have to worry about — for now. How
long would Mrs. H sit on that egg? Till dinnertime? Even later?
I settled against the back of the couch. I set the cat down on the floor.
Then I crossed my arms and waited. My friends didn’t move, either. I
think it was the longest we’d ever sat still.
The longest day of my life!
Time passed so slowly. The afternoon sun turned red as it lowered in
the attic windows. I could see the evening sky and a pale, white half-
moon in the skylight above us.
I heard a sound. A soft snore.
I peeked around the edge of the couch. Yes! Mrs. H was still sitting
on top of the egg. But her head was down and she was snoring softly.
“She’s asleep,” I whispered to my friends.
They both sat forward. Their eyes went wide. DeWayne stretched his
arms over his head.
“Think we can we sneak past her?” Daisy whispered.
“It’s our only chance,” I said.
“If we wake her up …” DeWayne’s voice trailed away.
 I knew it was going to be tough. We had to walk right past the egg to
get to the attic stairs.
One little sound … one quick move could wake Mrs. Hardesty.
And then we’d be caught standing there — seeing her. Seeing her
hatching a giant egg!
What would she do to us?
“Take off your shoes,” I whispered. “Don’t make a sound.”
Leaning against the couch back, we tugged off our sneakers. Then,
carrying them in front of us, we tiptoed toward the stairs.
I led the way, taking one step at a time.
The floor squeaked under my foot. I stopped, my eyes on Mrs.
Hardesty. She didn’t raise her head.
I realized I wasn’t breathing. I sucked in a deep breath and held it.
Then I continued creeping slowly forward, one step at a time.
It seemed to take hours. Finally, I was standing in front of the egg.
Mrs. Hardesty’s knees were inches from my face. Two more steps and I
would reach the top of the stairs.
One …
Two …
And a hand grabbed me hard by the shoulder!
I gasped and froze. I turned my head.
Daisy!
“S-sorry,” she whispered. “I started to trip.” Her hand slid from my
shoulder.
My heart was still doing a four-minute mile!
On top of the egg, Mrs. Hardesty let out a soft murmur. Was she
waking up?
Leaning on the banister, I flew down the stairs without looking back.
I reached the hall, ran past Mrs. Hardesty’s bedroom, and kept going. I
heard my two friends close behind me.
We stopped at the kitchen door and listened. No sounds from
upstairs. Maybe Mrs. H was still sleeping.
We burst outside into the cool evening air. The sun was nearly down,
just a red stripe behind the houses. The trees fluttered in gusts of wind.
We didn’t say a word. We ran through several backyards, then an
empty lot.
I stopped running at the traffic light on the corner of my block. I
pressed my hands against my knees, waiting to catch my breath.
DeWayne kept glancing behind him. The air was cold, but his face
was drenched with sweat. “What should we do now?” he asked.
“We have to tell someone what we saw,” Daisy said. She gripped a
streetlight. She looked pale in the white light. All of her freckles had
disappeared.
“Who can we tell?” I asked, standing up. I felt a little dizzy. “And
what could we say? That we saw Mrs. Hardesty hatching a giant egg?”
“Think people would laugh at us?” DeWayne asked.
 “Yeah. I think so,” I said.
“We should tell Mr. Wong,” Daisy said. “He’d listen to us.”
“He’d listen to us,” I said. “But he wouldn’t believe us. I’m not sure I
believe it!”
We stared at each other. A dark SUV rolled past with loud music
blasting out the windows. Kids waved to us from the back. We didn’t
wave back.
“Let’s go home and just think about this,” DeWayne said.
Daisy shuddered. “I won’t be able to think about anything else!” she
said.
“Wait! I’ve got it!” DeWayne cried. He tapped his head. “The Great
Brain strikes again!”
I squinted at him. “What have you got?” I asked.
“I can explain it,” he said. “I can explain everything.”
“Spill,” Daisy said. She turned to me. “This should be good.”
“Mrs. Hardesty saw us,” DeWayne said. “She knew we were hiding
behind the couch. So she climbed up on the egg and pretended to be
hatching it just to freak us out.”
I shook my head. “It was all a joke? Then explain this: Why does she
have a giant egg in her attic? In case some kids sneak up there and hide
behind her couch?”
“And why did she fall asleep if she was goofing on us?” Daisy asked.
“And why did she let us get away so easily?”
DeWayne shrugged. “Do you think I know everything?”
My stomach growled. “Let’s go home,” I said. “We’re late for dinner.
Let’s go home and think about this. Catch you later.”
We headed off in different directions.
Mom greeted me at the kitchen door. “Michael, you’re so late,” she
said. “Where were you?”
“Uh … wrestling practice,” I said.

* * *

I got to school a little late the next morning. I dumped my jacket in my

locker and looked for Daisy and DeWayne. No sign of them. I guessed
they were already in class.
“Yo, Monster!” A guy from the wrestling team flashed me a thumbs-
up.
I turned a corner — and bumped into Mr. Wong. He was in his usual
pin-striped suit. But today he wore a bright red tie. Very bold.
“Michael, what’s up?” he asked, grinning at me. “How are things
going?”
Should I tell him?
“My friends and I saw something way weird, Mr. Wong. We saw Mrs.
Hardesty climb up on a giant egg and try to hatch it.”
No. No way. I couldn’t say it.
“Things are okay, I guess,” I said.
He was so short, he reached up to put a hand on my shoulder. “If you
have any problems, you come to me,” he said. “And we’ll talk about it,
okay? My door is always open.”
I nodded. “Thanks,” I muttered. I didn’t know what else to say.
He hurried away. I stood there and watched him bounce down the
hall.
Weird, I thought. Does he suspect that something is wrong with Mrs.
Hardesty? Is that why he said that to me?

* * *

I started to walk into class. But Mrs. Hardesty stopped me at the door.
She led me back into the hall and closed the door behind us. Her tiny
round eyes stared into mine.
“Is anything wrong?” I asked. I tried to keep my voice calm and
normal.
She didn’t answer. Just kept staring at me.
I gazed right back at her. If she wanted a staring contest, I was up for
it. I’ve never lost a staring contest in my life. I once stared so long and
hard at DeWayne, he went cross-eyed!
“I found something in my house last night,” Mrs. H said finally.
She blinked. I won the contest.
 “I found a black cat in my bedroom,” she said. Her teeth were
clenched tight. Her cheeks turned red.
“Really?” I said. “Black cats are bad luck, aren’t they?”
Was she buying my innocent act?
“I stayed up all night, Michael,” she said. “All night, trying to rid my
house of the bad luck.”
I didn’t reply.
She brought her face close to mine, so close I could smell the coffee
on her breath. “Did you have anything to do with that, Michael?” she
asked. She said my name as if it was something disgusting.
I backed up against the tile wall. She kept her face right above mine.
“Michael? Tell me the truth. Did you have something to do with
bringing that bad-luck cat into my house?”
“No way,” I said. “Of course not.”
Her eyes — cold as ice — sent a chill rolling down my back.
She is dangerous, I decided.
Why was she standing so close? Why was she staring so hard?
Was she trying to read my mind?
I have to tell someone about her, I thought. I have to get proof so
they will believe me.
I have to find out what she’s hatching in her attic.
I suddenly realized I had no choice. I had to sneak back up to that
attic to see what came crawling out of that egg.
“No way,” Daisy said.
“Ditto,” DeWayne said.
I had to chase them down the street. “You won’t come back to the
attic with me?”
“Do I look like I’m crazy?” Daisy asked. “Don’t answer that.”
“Monster, it’s not our business,” DeWayne said. “If Mrs. H wants to
hatch giant chickens in her attic, that’s her problem.”
“But — but —” I sputtered.
I couldn’t believe my friends were refusing to come along with me.
“You’re the giant chickens!” I said.
They both nodded. “You got that right,” DeWayne said.
“But don’t you want to know the truth?” I asked. “Don’t you want to
be able to prove to people how crazy she is?”
DeWayne lifted two fingers to his ear. “Call me,” he said. “Call me
later and tell me what you found.”
“Yeah. Call me, too,” Daisy said. “Long distance. I’m never going
near that house again.”
They trotted away.
Which is why I ended up in Mrs. Hardesty’s attic that afternoon all
by myself.
The back door was unlocked, just like before. I sneaked into the
house and made my way up to the attic without stopping.
I didn’t see any sign of the black cat. It was probably back outside,
prowling the neighborhood.
Dark storm clouds hung low in the sky. The attic was even darker
than before. I stood beside the egg, waiting for my eyes to adjust.
 Should I lift the sheet?
I wanted to feel the egg. Was it warm or cold? Did it feel like a
regular eggshell? Could I feel a giant chicken growing inside it?
I gripped the sheet and started to pull.
No.
I changed my mind. Mrs. Hardesty might notice that it was moved.
I let go of the sheet and crossed the room. Dropping down behind the
couch, I prepared to wait.
This time, I brought two chocolate bars so I wouldn’t starve.
I was half finished with the second bar when I heard a car door slam
out in the driveway. A few seconds later, I heard the front door open and
close.
My heart started to pound. My hands were suddenly cold and sweaty.
I jammed the rest of the candy bar into my backpack. Then I pressed
my back against the couch and made myself comfortable.
After a short while, I heard Mrs. Hardesty climb the stairs to her
room. She was in there a long time. I could hear her walking around.
Maybe she isn’t coming up to the attic today, I thought.
Maybe I sneaked up here for nothing.
But no. After a few more minutes, I heard the attic door open. Then I
heard Mrs. Hardesty’s footsteps on the creaking wooden stairs.
I stayed frozen behind the couch until she stepped into the attic. Then
I poked my head out just enough to see her.
She had changed into the same gray sweatshirt and loose-fitting
purple pants. She had her back to me. She was tugging the sheet off the
egg.
She folded it up and set it aside on the floor. Then, once again, she
circled the egg slowly, running her open hand along the fat middle of the
shell.
I kept blinking in the gray light of the attic. I still couldn’t believe
what I was seeing!
Will she hatch the egg today?
Will it EVER hatch?
I had this sudden impulse. A crazy thought.
 I pictured myself climbing out from behind the couch. Walking over
to her. Very casual-like. My hands in my pockets. A big smile on my
face.
And I’d say, “Hey, Mrs. H, what’s up with that big egg? What’ve you
got goin’ on there?” And then I’d click a photo with my cell phone.
Luckily, I held myself back.
I mean, a dude could get in trouble for sneaking into a teacher’s
house — especially if the teacher had a big secret to keep.
So I stayed on my hands and knees. Kept myself as low to the floor
as possible. And I stared in silence as my teacher climbed the egg once
again and perched on top.
She sat up there a long time without moving. I didn’t move, either.
My arms were getting sore, and my neck felt stiff.
Raindrops pattered the roof, and I heard thunder in the distance. The
sky darkened to black, and the blackness seeped into the attic.
I hunched there, squinting through the dim light. Watching …
waiting … watching.
My head jerked back when I heard the loud crack.
My muscles tightened. I blinked several times, trying to wake myself
up.
Another craaaack. Louder this time.
Mrs. Hardesty’s eyes bulged, and a smile spread over her face. She
turned her body around. Wrapped her arms around the shell. And slid
down to the floor.
CRAAAACK.
Mrs. Hardesty pumped her fists in the air. She let out a happy cheer. I
could see that she was very excited.
I heard more cracking sounds. Some soft thuds. A tap-tap-tap sound
like a hammer against wood.
A tiny wedge of the shell poked open and fell to the floor.
I held my breath. It was so hard to stay still. This was the big
moment!
Another long CRAAAAACK.
 Another section of eggshell dropped off the egg. I could see yellow
yolky stuff inside.
And then … then …
I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from making a sound.
And I stared in shock as a glistening, wet green arm poked out of the
egg. Dripping with yolk slime, the scaly arm stretched itself out, then
curled and uncurled its pointed claw.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t blink.
The shell cracked open. Yellow goo drained onto the floor and
formed a wide puddle at Mrs. Hardesty’s feet.
She had this strange smile frozen on her face. Her eyes flashed with
excitement.
As I stared in shock, she grabbed the wet green arm. Gently, she
wrapped her fingers around its bony claw — and tugged.
I almost screamed as the creature came tumbling out of the egg.
It was big — as big as my neighbor’s Labrador retriever!
It had bumpy green skin covered in thick slime, like a layer of yellow
mucus. The skin reminded me of alligator skin. Or maybe lizard skin.
“UNNNNNH. UNNNNNH.”
It made loud, disgusting choking noises as it tried to breathe. It
opened up its long snout and coughed up huge balls of yellow snot.
Its round black eyes rolled crazily in its thin lizardy head. “UNNNH.
UNNNNH.” It coughed up more snot balls and sent them plopping at
Mrs. Hardesty’s feet.
The creature stood awkwardly on its hind legs. The legs were short,
like alligator legs. But the creature had a long bumpy body. And a large
smooth head with a long snout.
It stretched its front legs out. It curled and uncurled its claws. Its
slime-covered head tilted and turned as it gazed around the attic.
Then, with a hoarse cry, it stumbled back into the shell.
Mrs. Hardesty reached out both hands and tugged it out onto its feet.
The creature opened its long snout and whimpered. Like a baby!
This isn’t happening, I told myself.
 I’m not hunched here on my hands and knees in my teacher’s attic,
watching her hatch a giant green monster!
“UNNNNH. UNNNNNH.” It tossed back its head and uttered more
choking sounds.
“Easy, my little baby,” Mrs. Hardesty said softly. “Easy. Let Mama
help you.”
She picked up a bath towel and began to wipe the thick mucus off the
creature’s back. “There, there, little baby.”
Little baby?!
She was very gentle with it. It took four towels to wipe all the sticky
goo off its body. She carefully wiped its legs, its claws, and its tiny black
nails.
It oohed and cooed as she toweled it down. It snapped its jaws in the
air. Testing them out, I guess. I couldn’t believe it. It already had teeth!
“Stand still, my little baby,” Mrs. Hardesty whispered. She gently
plucked a big piece of eggshell off the monster’s back. Then she toweled
it some more.
She petted its smooth head for a minute or two and talked baby talk
to it.
I almost hurled when she said, “Okay, little baby, give Mama a kiss.”
A snaky black tongue slid out of its mouth. Mrs. Hardesty leaned
forward — and gave the creature a big … wet … KISS! Smack smack.
Ohhhh, gross!
Could it be any more sick?
“You’re going to be a good boy,” Mrs. Hardesty said. She petted its
head some more. “You love your mama — don’t you! You’re not like
those nasty students.”
Oh, wow. I didn’t want to hear any more of it. I wanted to get out of
there. I was desperate to tell everyone what was going on here.
My arms and legs were numb from not moving all that time. My
back ached. My brain was spinning.
I peeked out from behind the couch. Mrs. Hardesty had the monster
by the claw. She tugged it forward slowly.
She was guiding it down the attic stairs.
 “UNNNNH.” It coughed up a snot ball and sent it sailing onto the
wall. Its legs moved awkwardly. Its big body bumped the stair railing.
Where was she taking it?
They were climbing down the stairs one at a time. When her head
disappeared from view, I crawled out from my hiding place.
Did I dare follow her? I had to. I had to know where she planned to
keep the thing.
I got to my feet. My legs were totally numb. I stretched, trying to get
my blood flowing again.
Silently, I tiptoed to the stairs.
I held my breath. Moving slowly, carefully, I began to follow them.
“I’ve GOT you!” Mrs. Hardesty cried.
I gasped — and grabbed the banister to keep from falling.
It took me several seconds to realize she was talking to the baby
monster. Not to me.
I forced myself to breathe again. I waited for my heart to stop
pounding against my chest.
They were out of my sight, already in the second-floor hallway.
I made my way down the attic stairs and peered into the hall. She was
leading it down to the first floor.
The monster was walking more steadily now. Mrs. Hardesty gripped
its claw in one hand and kept talking gently to it. I couldn’t hear what
she was saying. I knew it was probably more goo-goo baby talk.
Yucko.
I stayed back, waiting for them to go down the stairs. I pressed
myself against the wall and hid in the shadows.
Finally, it was safe to move again. By the time I reached the kitchen,
Mrs. Hardesty was already taking the monster downstairs. To the
basement.
I stepped into the doorway. The basement stairs were dark. But if she
turned around, she’d see me.
She didn’t turn around.
I remembered that her basement was divided into two rooms. She
took the monster to the door on the right. She fumbled around in her
pants pocket, then pulled out a key.
I crept down one step. Then one more.
I couldn’t get too close. But I had to see what she was doing with the
creature.
 I tried one more step. It squeaked loudly under my feet.
I froze.
Did Mrs. Hardesty hear it?
No. She unlocked the door and pulled it open.
Oh, wow. I saw a dimly lit room. And … and … at least a dozen
green monsters. All of them stood on their hind legs. All of them turned
to watch Mrs. Hardesty bring in the new baby.
Mrs. Hardesty stepped into the room. They lumbered forward to
greet her, grunting and mewing.
“Hello, my babies! My cute babies!” she exclaimed.
Cute babies?
They were even taller than Mrs. Hardesty. Their dark green bodies
were scaly and lizardy. Their jaws snapped excitedly.
“How are all my little babies?” Mrs. Hardesty asked. She used a
tender voice I’d never heard in class.
The monsters formed a circle around her. One of them stuck its black
snake tongue out and licked her face.
She laughed. “Sweet! Sweet!”
Then her smile faded. “Soon, I will not have to hide you away down
here,” she told them. “Soon, there will be more of US than of THEM!”
What was she talking about? More MONSTERS than HUMANS?
A chill ran down my back. What was she planning to do with these
monsters she was hatching?
“I made a promise to Commander Xannx,” Mrs. Hardesty said. “We
will succeed in our mission. We will take over this planet. And we will
TRIUMPH over the weak Earthlings!”
I shook my head hard. This was too disturbing.
It was like I couldn’t take it all in. I recognized all the words she said,
but they didn’t make sense to me.
She couldn’t be saying what I thought she was saying.
Was Mrs. Hardesty an alien? From another planet? Sent here by some
alien commander with a name no human could pronounce?
And was she planning a war — monsters against humans?
No. Please — no.
 If it was true, I was the only human on Earth who knew about it. The
only human on Earth who could stop her.
But, whoa. Wait. I’m big and I’m strong — but I’m just a twelve-
year-old kid.
If I was going to stop Mrs. Hardesty and her monster war, I was
gonna need HELP. A lot of help!
I stared into the room. The monsters had closed in on Mrs. Hardesty.
One of them was licking her face. Another green scaly beast was licking
the back of her hand. Two of them had their front legs around her
shoulders and were hugging her.
And she kept cooing to them and saying, “My babies … my babies.”
I had to get away from there. I had to tell someone. Everyone!
The main thing was to escape this house without being caught.
I turned. I gripped the banister. I started to climb the stairs.
I made it up three steps — and then I couldn’t help it. I SNEEZED.
Caught.
There was no way she didn’t hear that.
It wasn’t a quiet sneeze. I never learned how to sneeze quietly.
I swallowed hard and held my breath. I stood there with one foot on
one step, the other beneath it on a lower step.
I froze there — every muscle tensed — and shut my eyes. And
waited for her to call me down there.
But no.
I heard her gooey-sweet voice. “Does one of my babies have a cold?”
I let my breath out slowly. She thought one of the monsters had
sneezed!
I turned back to the room. Through the open door, I saw Mrs.
Hardesty walk to a refrigerator against the back wall. “Are my babies
hungry? Are you ready for din-din?”
This got them all excited. They began huffing and puffing and
jumping up and down. Two of them got into a head-butting contest. Each
time their heads collided, it made a wet smack.
Mrs. Hardesty pulled open the fridge door and leaned inside. She
came out with big hunks of red, raw meat.
She tossed the meat chunks high in the air. They landed on the floor.
The excited monsters dove headfirst for them.
They scrambled for the meat. Head-butted and shoved and tackled
each other out of the way.
The smack of their bodies rang out over the sick gobbling and
slurping. They sucked the meat chunks into their open mouths and
swallowed them whole. Then they tossed back their heads, opened their
mouths wide, and let out deafening, two- and three-minute burps.
As the monsters devoured the meat, Mrs. Hardesty stepped to the
side. She crossed her arms in front of her and watched. She had an
adoring smile pasted on her face. She actually thought these slobbering,
burping beasts were cute!
A few minutes later, the meat was gone. The last monster finished his
roaring burp. The basement room grew quiet.
Mrs. Hardesty stepped forward. “Okay, my babies,” she said. “Listen
up now. I want you to lay more eggs.”
The creatures stood at attention, their eyes locked on her. A short
chubby one made a gurgling noise and vomited up his meat onto the
floor. He bent down and quickly ate it a second time.
“Lay more eggs!” Mrs. H told them. “We will use some of them to
hatch more babies. And I will feed some of the eggs to the kids at my
school. Then to the whole town! And then — monsters rule! Monsters
rule! Monsters rule!”
Her chant got the monsters all psyched. They nodded their heads up
and down. They danced as if getting ready for battle. A few of them did
some more head-butting.
“The Commander will be proud!” Mrs. Hardesty shouted, pumping a
fist in the air. “We will take over this puny planet — or my name isn’t
Hyborg-Xrxuz!”
The monsters were pumped. They roared and hopped up and down.
“Oh, wow,” I murmured. “Oh, wow.”
Mrs. Hardesty wasn’t really Mrs. Hardesty. She had a weird alien
name — because she was an alien!
An alien who came to Earth to get rid of humans and make a home
for these ugly monsters.
I spun around and ran up the basement stairs as fast as I could. The
monsters were making such a racket down there, I knew Mrs. H couldn’t
hear me.
My legs felt rubbery and weak. My heart was thumping in my chest.
But I ran out the back door and kept running.
 I had to tell everyone. I had to warn everyone. We were all in danger.
A horn honked and tires squealed as I ran across the street. I hadn’t
even looked to see if anyone was coming. I heard the driver shout at me
from his open window. But I didn’t stop.
The houses and yards were a blur. I ran all the way home. Mrs.
Hardesty’s cheer rang in my ears: “Monsters rule! Monsters rule!”
I saw her pumping her fist in the air as the monsters bounced up and
down. “Monsters rule! Monsters rule!”
No way! I told myself.
I burst in through the back door. Mom and Dad were standing in the
kitchen. Dad was chopping onions at the table. His face was red, and
tears rolled down his cheeks. Mom was stirring a pot on the stove.
They turned when I came roaring in.
“Michael, where have you been?” Dad asked through his tears.
I struggled to catch my breath. “I was at Mrs. Hardesty’s,” I choked
out. “Mom! Dad! She’s hatching big green monsters. She keeps them in
her basement. She’s going to turn everyone in town into monsters!”
Dad set down the onions. He blinked at me. “That’s pretty serious,
Michael,” he said. “Let’s get the police over there and put an end to
this!”
Dad’s onion tears rolled down his cheeks, and he laughed.
Mom laughed, too.
I stood there still breathing hard, my legs trembling. I gritted my
teeth and watched them laugh at me.
“Michael, we know you don’t like your teacher,” Mom said finally.
“And yes, I’ll admit she’s a little different….”
“But there’s no point in making up crazy stories about her,” Dad said.
Mom tapped me on the head with her long wooden spoon. “Good
imagination,” she said.
“Why don’t you sit down at your computer and write up that story?”
Dad added. “Maybe you’re going to be a science fiction writer.”
“Aaaaaagh!” I let out an angry cry. “It’s not science fiction!” I
screamed. “It’s real!”
I could feel myself start to lose it. I almost grabbed the spoon out of
Mom’s hand and tossed it out the window.
Almost. I caught myself just in time.
I balled my hands into tight fists at my sides and stomped out of the
kitchen.
When those disgusting monsters and Mrs. H and her commander ran
the world, it wouldn’t be so funny — would it?
I stormed into my room and slammed the door behind me.
I tossed my backpack onto the bed and started pacing furiously back
and forth.
Who would believe me?
Would Daisy and DeWayne believe me? Maybe. But who cared?
They couldn’t help.
 I needed to find somebody who could stop Mrs. Hardesty.
Mr. Wong? Maybe. The town police? Maybe. The National Guard
unit my cousin Brad is in? Maybe.
But they wouldn’t believe me, either.
No one would believe me — unless I had proof.
I banged my forehead against the wall. I had my cell phone with me
in the attic. Why didn’t I take pictures?
Why?
Now I knew what I had to do. I had to go back there and take good,
clear pictures of those monsters. Then people would have to believe me.
I shuddered.
I had no choice. I was the only one in the world who knew about
Mrs. Hardesty’s plot. I was the only one who could stop her.
I sat down at my computer. I IM’d Daisy and DeWayne. I asked them
to come with me, back to Mrs. H’s house. I told them it was a total
emergency.
They both said no.
DeWayne wrote:

SOUNDS LIKE A BAD PLAN. NO WAY I’M EVER GOING ON HER BLOCK
AGAIN.

Daisy wrote a very short message:

ALLERGIC TO GIANT EGGS. SORRY.

Okay. Okay. I was on my own.

“I can do this,” I told myself. “They don’t call me Monster for
nothing.”

* * *

Saturday morning, I checked out the camera in my cell phone. I snapped

some shots of Mom and Dad at breakfast, just to make sure it was
working. Then I tucked it carefully into my jeans pocket.
 Mom and Dad hurried off to play their Saturday morning golf game.
I hurried off to save the world.
Mrs. Hardesty’s blue Civic wasn’t in her driveway. Was she away?
I circled the house a few times to make sure.
No signs of life. Nothing moving.
I crept up close to the front and peered into the living room window. I
saw a newspaper folded up on the couch. A coffee mug on the table
beside it.
No Mrs. Hardesty.
I crossed my fingers. Maybe she was out shopping for more meat or
something. I could just slip down to the basement. Take a bunch of
photos. And leave.
Maybe …
I crept around to the back. I peeked into the kitchen window.
“OH!”
I uttered a cry and dropped to the ground.
A green monster was standing in the kitchen — staring right out at
me!
I hunched below the window, squeezing myself into a tight ball. And
waited for the creature to stick its head out the window. Or to come
flying out the back door to grab me.
But no.
After a minute or so, I realized it probably hadn’t seen me. So I took
a deep breath and pulled myself back up to the window.
The monster stood over the stove. It had a long white spatula tucked
in one claw. It was stirring something in a big frying pan.
Eggs?
I squinted through the window. Yes, it was cooking up a big pan of
eggs.
Now it had its back to me. I straightened up a little higher to see
better.
How did it escape from the basement?
And how did it know how to cook?
A thousand questions whirred through my mind. I shook them away
and reached into my jeans for my phone. I raised the phone to the
window and steadied it.
No. No good. Too dark in the kitchen.
I clicked the phone shut and shoved it back into my jeans pocket. I
pressed my nose against the window. I watched the monster stir the eggs
with the long spatula.
And then the creature stuck out its other claw. It grabbed up a big
hunk of egg and slid it into its mouth. It turned to the side. I could see the
smile on its snout as it chewed.
It chewed the eggs for a short while, then swallowed.
 And instantly, the monster began to change. Its whole shape wriggled
and pulled in. Its green head shrunk and shifted — until it became a
human head!
In seconds, the monster transformed into Mrs. Hardesty!
I gasped. I nearly hit my head on the window.
Mrs. Hardesty was a monster, too!
The eggs changed her back to her human body.
If only I had taken a picture.
If only Daisy and DeWayne had come with me. I’d have witnesses.
I’d have proof.
I watched Mrs. Hardesty reach into the pan. She picked up another
chunk of scrambled egg. She took a big bite.
In seconds, she stood there — a monster again!
Another bite of egg. And she transformed back into Mrs. Hardesty.
Wow! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. But I realized how
powerful those eggs were. They could turn you from a monster into a
human and back again — in seconds.
“No one will ever believe this!” I muttered to myself. And she
planned to bring these eggs to school and feed them to everyone!
I slid down to the ground. I sat with my back to the wall, trying to
think. Trying to make a plan.
How could I get pictures of this without being caught?
Even with the pictures, would anyone believe the power of the eggs?
I shook my head, trying to clear my brain.
And the back door swung open. Mrs. Hardesty stepped out onto the
stoop.
“Michael!” she cried. “I thought I saw you. What are you doing
here?”
I struggled to my feet. “Uh … well …”
Panic froze my brain.
She stared at me, gripping the spatula tightly in one hand.
“Uh … I needed help,” I said finally. “With a homework assignment.
I … I thought maybe you could help me.”
“On a Saturday morning?” she asked. “It’s very early.”
“You’re right,” I said. “What was I thinking?” I started to walk away.
“Come in, Michael,” Mrs. Hardesty said. “Don’t hurry away. You’re
just in time. I want you to try my special eggs.”
“Huh?” I gasped. No way!
I almost blurted out, “I saw what they do!” But I stopped myself at
the last second.
“Come in, Michael.” She held the door open.
“I can’t,” I said. “I’m late for … uh … I’m late for something.”
Lame. How lame was that?
“It will only take a second,” Mrs. Hardesty said. “It’s a new egg
recipe. You’ll be the first to try it.”
No, I won’t. I saw you try it!
“I … I think I might be allergic to eggs,” I said.
She laughed. “Not these eggs. These eggs are special.” Then her
smile faded. “Michael, get in here,” she ordered.
Before I knew it, I was sitting at her kitchen table.
Her dark eyes flashed as she set a big plate of eggs down in front of
me. “I’m so glad you stopped by,” she said.
I gulped — and gazed down at the eggs. They were fluffy and bright
yellow. They didn’t smell like eggs. They smelled kind of like hay and
fertilizer. You know that smell when you drive past a farm in the
summer?
“I can’t,” I said. “I’m sorry. I had such a huge breakfast.” I started to
stand up.
But Mrs. Hardesty leaned over me, forcing me to sit back down. She
took a fork and scooped a chunk of egg. Then she slid the fork into my
mouth.
“Eat up, Michael,” she said softly, her breath brushing my ear.
“Delicious, right?”
I didn’t want to swallow. But the egg slid down my tongue. It tasted
like chalk. Very dry.
My heart started to do a tap dance in my chest. My ears tingled.
Mrs. Hardesty forced another forkful down my throat.
I was terrified and angry at the same time. She tried to feed me more.
I shoved her hand away. The eggs went flying across the table.
Too late. Too late, I realized.
I already felt strange. My whole body tingled. My skin felt rubbery. I
shuddered.
“You’ve been a lot of trouble, Michael,” Mrs. Hardesty said softly.
She backed away. Her face was twisted in excitement.
“You’ve been a lot of trouble to me — haven’t you?” she said. “But
from now on, I think we’re going to get along just fine!”
“Nooo —” I tried to cry out. But only a hoarse croak escaped my
throat.
I felt my arms shrinking, my hands folding into my wrists. I raised
them — and groaned. My skin was green and covered in bumps. In place
of fingers, I had claws.
My stomach lurched. Strange sounds burst from my open mouth. I
felt my face changing. I reached up and wrapped a claw around my long
snout. A long, dry snake tongue whipped out of my mouth.
I leaped up from the kitchen table. I jumped right out of my clothes.
My chair went flying backward.
I tried to run — and tripped over my jeans. My lizardy body heaved
in and out.
 I’m a MONSTER! I realized. It took only two little forkfuls — and I’m
a MONSTER!
I staggered back on my stubby legs. I felt sick. The room became a
black-and-white blur. My tongue slid in and out.
Mrs. Hardesty tossed back her head and laughed. “You look
wonderful, Michael,” she said. She slapped my green bumpy back.
“Unnnh unnnnnh.” I couldn’t make words.
“You’re my little baby now,” Mrs. Hardesty said. “I’m going to keep
you nice and safe with my other little babies. Won’t that be fun?”
She dug her nails into my shoulders as she forced me down the
basement stairs. Blocking my escape, she unlocked the door and pushed
me in with the other monsters.
“See you later, little babies,” she cooed. “Mama is going out to shop
for supplies. I’m going to scramble up a big egg on Monday — big
enough for the whole school!”
She laughed a cold laugh. “Who said teachers don’t have fun!”
She slammed the door. I heard the click of the lock.
I spun away from the door and glanced around the room. Was there a
window I could escape through? Another door?
I had to get out of there and warn everyone. She was planning to turn
the whole school into monsters on Monday!
I shut my eyes, trying to think. Even if I escaped, how could I warn
everyone? I couldn’t even speak. Besides, who would listen to a lizardy
green monster?
When I opened my eyes, I had a surprise. The other monsters had
lined up. They stood in a straight line, staring at me.
Their tongues flicked in and out. They lowered their heads, opened
their jaws, and uttered low growls.
Not friendly.
I didn’t need any hints. I could see they weren’t happy about me.
“Dudes, I’m on your side.” That’s what I wanted to say. Instead, it
came out, “Urrrrrf urrrrrrf.”
I started to back toward the door. But they moved quickly.
They slid across the floor and formed a circle around me.
 I raised both front claws. I surrender.
It didn’t impress them. The circle grew tighter as they closed in on
me.
Closer … closer …
I was trapped in the middle. Nowhere to run.
Their growls grew louder. And what was that snapping sound?
Their jaws moving hungrily.
I gritted my teeth. I held my breath. And they pounced….
As they dove for me, I dropped to my stomach and hit the floor.
To my surprise, I heard the lock click on the other side of the door.
And the door swung open.
The sudden movement made the monsters pull back.
Daisy and DeWayne poked their heads into the room.
“Michael? Are you in here?” Daisy called. “We’ve been looking
everywhere —”
She stopped. They both let out horrified cries when they saw they
had stepped into a roomful of monsters.
I was so happy to see them. My rescuers!
I stuck out my arms and went running to hug my friends.
A huge mistake.
They screamed again.
What would you do if you saw a six-foot-tall monster running at
you?
DeWayne pulled back his arm — and gave me a hard punch under
my snout.
“UNNNNNH.” The punch sent me flying back. Pain shot down my
body. I dropped to my knees.
Daisy and DeWayne gaped down at me.
I waited for the room to stop spinning.
The other monsters were huffing and puffing again, hopping up and
down excitedly.
“It’s ME! Michael!” I shouted to Daisy and DeWayne. But it came
out, “Uuuunnngh urrrrf.”
How could I make them understand?
 How could I show them it was me?
I knew I had only a few seconds. My two horrified friends were
already backing out of the room.
Once they closed the door, I’d be trapped. And no one would be able
to stop Mrs. Hardesty and her egg plot.
How could I let them know?
Something gleamed on the floor right outside the door. I squinted at
it. Something silvery.
It took me a moment to realize it was my dog whistle.
So that’s what fell from my pocket when we were down here with the
black cat!
I stood up and moved slowly to it. With a quick swipe of my claw, I
grabbed the whistle off the floor.
Please, I thought. Please — let Daisy and DeWayne figure out that
it’s me!
I sucked in a deep breath. Raised the dog whistle to my snout.
And started to blow.
Then I waved it in the air so they could see it. Then I blew it some
more.
Please! Please …
I waved the whistle at them. Did they recognize it? I blew it some more.
Daisy and DeWayne had backed to the door. They stared at me, their
faces scrunched up in confusion.
I blew another long blast.
To my shock, the monsters all started to whimper. They curled up on
themselves, trying to cover their ears.
All of them were shaking and quaking.
Wow, I thought. They definitely don’t like high-pitched sounds.
It hurt my ears, too. But I blew the whistle again.
The monsters hunched over, trembling, whimpering softly.
“Michael? Is that really you?” Daisy called.
“Are you nuts?” DeWayne snapped at her. “That’s not Michael.
That’s a monster waving a dog whistle at us!”
“UNNNNH!” I cried. I raised the whistle to Daisy. I pointed it at
myself.
Sign language. Desperate sign language.
“We’re out of here!” DeWayne cried. “They’re gonna eat us or
something!”
But Daisy kept staring hard at me. “Michael?”
I nodded. I took a bow. I nodded some more. I waved the dog whistle
in front of her.
“We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Daisy cried. She realized
it was me! “Did Mrs. Hardesty do this to you?”
I nodded some more.
DeWayne was starting to believe, too. He pointed to the others. “Mrs.
Hardesty hatched all these from giant eggs?”
 I nodded again.
I knew there wasn’t time for any more questions. Mrs. H would be
back from the store at any minute.
I lowered my head and took off running. I burst between my two
friends and out the door. My lizardy feet pounded the stairs up to the
kitchen.
Daisy and DeWayne followed after me. No sign of Mrs. Hardesty.
Now what?
I was free. Out of the basement room. But no way I could tell the
whole story while I was still a monster.
My eyes darted around the kitchen. I saw my jeans and T-shirt piled
in a corner. Then I gazed at the stove.
The eggs!
Were there any eggs left in the pan?
I pushed my two friends out of the way and stomped to the stove.
“Michael? What are you doing?” Daisy cried.
I looked down at the frying pan. Just a tiny chunk of egg left. A
teaspoonful, stuck to the bottom.
Was it enough to turn me back into me?
It had to be!
I lowered my face into the pan. Flicked out my snaky tongue and
wrapped it around the little piece of egg. I pulled it into my mouth and
swallowed it.
Yes. Come on. Change, Michael! Change!
I waited. Waited …
Nothing happened.
No. Wait.
My stomach started to churn. The room tilted and swayed. My skin
heated up. I felt as if my whole body was melting … melting to the floor.
I looked down. I still had claws. My lizard arms were green and
bumpy.
But my legs were back. My feet. I stomped hard on the floor. Yes, my
feet were there!
I hurried to the corner and pulled on my clothes. Then I trotted to the
hall mirror — and gasped.
“Michael!” Daisy cried. “You’re … back!”
“Kinda,” DeWayne added.
I stared in the mirror.
My face … my head — they were back.
But my neck and chest were green. I still had monster arms and
claws!
“Not enough eggs!” The words burst from my throat in a growl. “I
need more eggs!”
I dove back to the stove. I scraped the bottom of the pan with my
claws. I pulled the pan off the stove and flipped it upside down.
No. None left.
I turned and saw my two friends staring at me in horror.
“Michael, how did this happen to you?” Daisy cried.
“No time to explain,” I said. “Mrs. Hardesty will be back any
second.”
“But … but you … you’re still half monster!” DeWayne exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
 “But I don’t understand,” Daisy said, shaking her head. “Are you —”
“We’ll talk later. We’ve got to get help — right away,” I said. “Mrs.
Hardesty is a monster, too. She and her commander have a terrible plan.
She’s going to make a big batch of her eggs for the whole class. They …
they plan to turn everyone in town into monsters!”
They both squinted at me. “Everyone in town?” DeWayne asked.
I headed to the back door. “Who can help us?” I asked. “Who?”
“How about Mr. Wong?” Daisy said. “He lives down the street,
remember?”
“Yeah,” DeWayne said. “Wong said to come see him if we have a
problem. And we definitely have a problem!”
“Okay. It’s a plan,” I said. “Let’s do it.”
I grabbed the doorknob with one claw and pulled open the kitchen
door. Bright sunlight greeted us as we ran out into the backyard. I saw
someone’s big golden Lab sprawled on its back in the driveway.
Squirrels darted for the trees when they saw us.
We ran to the back of the yard. The big garbage Dumpster was still in
the lot. Someone had leaned a bike with no tires against it.
We crossed the lot and made our way to Mr. Wong’s yard. My legs
felt trembly and strange. I think they were still part monster legs.
Suddenly, I heard low grunts and growls behind us. And the thunder
of heavy feet against the ground.
“Look!” DeWayne spun around and pointed. “Oh, no!”
I turned and saw the big green monsters lumbering after us. They
moved in two’s and three’s, stumbling forward on their hind legs, eyes
half shut in the bright sunlight.
Had they ever seen the sun before?
“We left the basement door open!” Daisy said. “They’re following
us.”
The monsters began to growl. They bared their teeth as they
lumbered after us. Some of them chewed up big clumps of dirt and grass
and spit them at us.
“We … can’t outrun them,” DeWayne murmured.
A wet clump of dirt smacked me in the back. I shook it off.
 “Not a problem!” I cried. “We’re almost at Mr. Wong’s house. When
Mr. Wong sees them, he’ll have to believe our story. He’ll have to help
us!”
Mr. Wong had a small square house with red brick walls and white
shutters on all the windows. A small satellite dish stood behind the
garage. A vegetable garden stretched across the back. I almost stumbled
over a rake half hidden by the tall grass as I ran around to the front.
He had a big screened porch facing the street. It was empty. I climbed
the front stoop and rang the bell with one claw.
As we waited, the monsters lined up behind us in the grass. They
snapped their jaws, preparing to attack. Thick drool ran down their
jagged teeth. They pawed the ground impatiently.
Then they came at us a step at a time. Closer … closer …
I kept glancing behind me as I rang the bell again and again. The
principal didn’t answer.
“He’s GOT to be home!” I boomed. “This is an emergency. Those
monsters are HUNGRY!”
The monster part of me suddenly took over.
I lowered my big shoulder to the door — and rammed it with my
monster strength. The door cracked open. I led the way inside.
Mr. Wong’s living room was dark and silent. The curtains were
pulled, and the lights were off. I saw a pile of schoolbooks on the coffee
table.
I started to call his name, then stopped.
I saw a light in the next room. And heard voices.
I moved toward it. The room had a big flatscreen TV on the wall. An
old black-and-white movie was on.
I stepped closer. I saw a dark couch and a big armchair.
And then …
In the doorway to the TV room, I turned to my friends. “I don’t think
Mr. Wong is going to be any help to us,” I whispered.
Their faces filled with surprise. “Why not?” Daisy asked.
I moved back so they could see into the corner. And there sat Mr.
Wong — right on top of a giant egg.
He had his eyes closed. He didn’t see us staring at him in shock from the
doorway.
He had his suit jacket off. His tie was loosened. Perched on top of the
egg, he leaned his back against the wall. His hands were clasped in his
lap.
The egg was twice as big as the one in Mrs. Hardesty’s attic!
“Wow,” DeWayne whispered, shaking his head. “He’s hatching eggs,
too. Do you believe it?”
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered.
Daisy, DeWayne, and I turned to leave. But our path was blocked.
The snarling monsters had followed us inside. Snapping their jaws,
drooling, they pushed into the small living room. They knocked over
tables and chairs and tore the carpet with their sharp claws.
As I stared in horror, they squeezed closer, forcing us back into the
TV room.
“We’re trapped,” Daisy whispered. “We can’t get out.”
“They’re going to CRUSH us!” DeWayne cried. “Crush us and then
EAT us!”
I turned back to Mr. Wong. How could he sleep through this?
“We have no choice. We have to run through the monsters,” I said.
“No other way out.”
But before we could move, I heard the front door slam. A few
seconds later, Mrs. Hardesty stepped into the room. She carried a platter
heaped high with scrambled eggs.
Mrs. H had a big smile on her face as she entered. But it faded
instantly when she saw the roomful of monsters.
 Her mouth dropped open in an O of shock. And she nearly dropped
the egg platter.
The monsters forgot about us and turned to greet her. Daisy,
DeWayne, and I scrunched down and hid behind the monsters. They
began jumping up and down with excitement and making shrill crying
noises.
But she wasn’t happy to see them. “How did you escape?” she cried.
“Who let you out?”
And then she shouted to the sleeping principal: “Commander Xannx!
WAKE UP!”
Behind us, on top of his egg, Mr. Wong blinked a few times.
“Commander — what is happening here?” Mrs. Hardesty shouted.
“My babies! My babies have escaped!”
Daisy, DeWayne, and I exchanged glances. So Mr. Wong was
Commander Xannx!
“My babies! My babies!” Mrs. Hardesty cried. “How did you get
over here?”
Daisy, DeWayne, and I tried to scrunch down even more. But it
didn’t take long for Mrs. Hardesty to spot us.
Her pale face darkened. Her eyes narrowed. “YOU!” she screamed.
“YOU evil kids let them out!”
Behind us, Mr. Wong shook himself awake. “What is happening
here?” he called. “Hyborg? Is that you?”
Balancing the egg platter in one hand, Mrs. Hardesty pointed to her
monsters. “Attack those kids!” she ordered them in a deep growl.
My heart skipped a beat. I glanced around quickly. How to escape?
Mr. Wong behind us. Mrs. Hardesty and the monsters in front of us.
It didn’t look good.
“Attack those kids!” Mrs. Hardesty screamed. “Protect the
Commander! I ORDER you to attack!”
The monsters tossed back their heads and roared. The noise shook
the room.
I felt weak. Trapped. Nowhere to move.
Snapping their jaws, rolling their eyes wildly, they came for us.
I felt something explode in my chest. Was it fear? Was it anger?
I didn’t have time to think about it. I only knew that I wasn’t going to
stand there and let Mrs. Hardesty’s monsters attack us.
I was still only half human. And as the monsters lumbered forward, I
let the beast in me take over.
“They call me MONSTER!” I cried. “And I am a monster!”
With an animal cry, I spun around. And slammed my claws into the
giant eggshell.
Mr. Wong uttered a startled shout. His arms flew up as the eggshell
cracked.
The crack was loud enough to silence the monsters. I saw the jagged
line spread down the egg from top to bottom.
And then, with another loud CRAAAAACK, the top of the shell fell
in.
Mr. Wong uttered a cry. His hands shot straight up in the air — and
he dropped into the egg!
He made a loud splash. He kicked out a small jagged piece of shell. I
could see him thrashing and kicking under the thick yellow yolk.
His head sank under the yolky yellow slime, then slid up again. He
was sputtering and choking. He sank again. Then pushed his face above
the thick surface.
“I can’t swim!” he screamed. “Get me out of here! I can’t swim!
Hyborg-Xrxuz — help me!”
“Coming, Commander!” she cried. She dove toward the egg.
But the monster anger still burned in my chest. I lifted Mrs. Hardesty
— or whatever her name was — off the floor with my claws.
 She squirmed and struggled. But I was too strong for her.
I held her high — and heaved her over the top into the giant egg.
She made a big splash. She and Wong struggled, climbing over each
other, twisting and kicking. Sputtering, they sank beneath the yellow
yolk.
Their mouths opened to scream. They swallowed egg yolk.
As my friends and I stared in amazement, they both began to change.
Their skin turned green. Their human faces shifted into green monster
heads. Their bodies ballooned and twisted.
And now we were watching two green monsters. Slapping their
claws at each other, wrestling, snarling like beasts, they floundered and
thrashed inside the egg.
In seconds, they pulled each other down … down to the bottom of
the egg.
I couldn’t see them through the thick yellow goo.
Daisy, DeWayne, and I stood gaping at the egg. Watching for them
… Watching …
They didn’t come back up.
Whew.
I breathed a sigh of relief. The evil aliens had been defeated —
thanks to me, Monster Munroe.
Daisy and DeWayne flashed me the thumbs-up sign.
But we had no time to celebrate.
The other monsters remained silent for a few seconds more. They
stared at the egg as if waiting for their two leaders to return.
And then they opened their mouths in one long angry roar. Their eyes
turned red with fury. They raised their heads and snapped their jaws
hungrily. And came at us, their feet thudding on the carpet.
I swallowed hard, watching them attack. And thought: I can’t fight
them all — CAN I??
I planted my feet and raised my claws in front of me. I gritted my teeth
and prepared for a battle.
No need.
The attacking monsters had no interest in my friends and me.
They dove headfirst at the platter of eggs on the floor. Snarling,
slapping each other away, fighting, slurping loudly, they gobbled up the
eggs.
Daisy, DeWayne, and I didn’t move. I kept my claws raised. I held
my breath.
I watched the monsters devour the eggs. Seconds later, their bodies
began to change. Their green skin faded to a lighter shade. They turned
yellow, and their skin began to bubble.
“They — they’re turning to liquid!” DeWayne cried.
Yes. He was right. Their bones shrank. Their heads melted away.
Their bodies plopped wetly to the floor.
In seconds, they had become yellow puddles on the carpet.
I knew what was happening. “The eggs — they turn you back to
what you were originally,” I said. “So … the monsters turned back into
egg yolks!”
“We won! We beat them!” Daisy cried, pumping her fists in the air.
I tried to slap her a high five. Then I remembered I still had monster
claws.
“One more thing to do,” I said. I lowered my face to the giant
cracked egg. And I licked some yolk off the shell.
Yuck. It tasted totally gross. Lumpy like sour milk. I almost hurled.
But I choked it down.
 Then I stared at my claws … and waited.
Yesssss!
A few seconds later, my arms stretched out. My hands returned. My
skin turned back to its original color.
“I’m a human again!” I shouted, jumping up and down. “I’m totally
human! I don’t want anyone to ever call me Monster again!”
Stepping over the puddles of egg yolk, we started toward the door.
“Can you believe it?” Daisy said. “We just saved the world from evil
aliens.”
“No one will ever believe it,” I said.
DeWayne stopped me at the door. “Yes, they will,” he said. “I’ve got
proof.”
He held up his cell phone and grinned. “I’ve been snapping photos
the whole time. I’ve got Mrs. Hardesty, the monsters, Mr. Wong —
everything. Got it all right here.”
“You do?” I cried. I gave him a hard slap on the back. “That’s
awesome. Let me see.”
I took the phone from him and flipped it open. I scrolled through his
snapshots. All feet. Just shoes. DeWayne’s shoes. Picture after picture.
I handed the phone back to him. “DeWayne, did you ever take
pictures before with this phone?” I asked.
“No. It’s a new phone.”
He glanced through the snapshots. Then he shook his head sadly.
“Guess we don’t have proof….”

* * *

“Michael, I’ve never seen you eat like that!” Mom exclaimed at dinner.
“Be careful. Don’t eat the place mat!”
Dad laughed. “Guess you worked up an appetite, huh?” he said. “Did
you have a busy day?”
“Yeah. Kind of busy,” I said.
Of course, I didn’t tell them about Commander Xannx or Hyborg-
Xrxuz. Or their monsters. Or saving the whole planet from evil aliens.
I had no proof.
 “What’s for dessert?” I asked.
Mom sliced large pieces of cake for the three of us. I grabbed my
fork and started to shovel it into my mouth.
I’d never been so starving in my life. And this cake tasted awesome!
The three of us ate in silence for a while.
“Isn’t it good?” Mom said. “Mrs. Hardesty brought it over
yesterday.”
“Huh?” I tried to talk, but I had a mouthful of cake.
“Wasn’t that nice of her to bring us dessert?” Mom said. “She said
she made it with her own special eggs!”
Several kids received mysterious invitations to be Very Special
Guests at HorrorLand theme park. They looked forward to a week
of scary fun. But the scares quickly became TOO REAL when
Slappy the evil dummy, Dr. Maniac, and other menacing villains
started to appear.
Two Very Special Guests — Britney Crosby and Molly Molloy —
disappeared in a café with a mirrored wall. The others have been
trying desperately to find them. The park guides — called Horrors
— have been no help at all.
Except for one Horror, named Byron. He warned the kids they
were all in danger. He said he’d help them escape from HorrorLand.
He gave them tokens, which turned out to be tracking devices.
Was he trying to protect them? Most of the kids didn’t like the
idea of being spied on. They gave away their tokens.
Byron told them to meet him at the Bat Barn and he’d explain
what was going on. But he didn’t show up — and the kids were
attacked by bats. The Bat Barn was supposed to be a fun attraction.
But these bats were REAL!
Michael Munroe arrived the day before. And now he finds
himself in a terrifying battle in the Bat Barn with the other Very
Special Guests. He continues the story….
Red-eyed bats shrieked as they darted and swooped over us. I ducked as
a bat whistled past my head, then soared up to the rafters of the barn.
Kids screamed and covered their faces. I swung both arms hard and
swatted a bat off a girl’s shoulder.
“The bats are REAL!” someone screamed.
“It’s supposed to be a JOKE!” a boy cried.
A fat creature thudded into my chest, wings flapping furiously. Sharp
claws dug into my T-shirt. I gripped the bat with both hands and flung it
off me.
My new friend, Abby Martin, pressed her hands over her face. She
screamed as a bat danced on her head, pulling at her hair. With a loud
cry, I slapped it away.
My second day as a Very Special Guest at HorrorLand. It wasn’t
exactly what I had imagined.
Where was that Horror, Byron? The tall one with the yellow horns?
He told us to meet him here.
We didn’t have time to think about him. The screeching, glowing-
eyed bats were out for blood.
The barn was big and dark. The doors had closed behind us. The only
light came from a narrow window high in the roof of the barn.
In the darkness, it seemed like a thousand wings were beating around
us. A thousand shrill creatures zooming low, tearing and biting at us.
Abby screamed again. I lurched toward her and stumbled over a pile
of straw. Suddenly, I had an idea. Could I stop the bat attack?
The kids back home call me Monster. Believe me, I know a lot about
monsters — because I WAS one! My parents and I would still be
monsters. But I led them to Mr. Wong’s house. Talk about luck! There
was enough of the disgusting egg yolk left to turn us back to humans.
It’s a long story. But ever since, I always carry my lucky dog whistle
with me. I pulled it out of my jeans pocket and raised it to my mouth.
Would it be lucky now?
Yes! Seconds later, the shrill bat cries stopped. A strange hush fell
over the barn.
The bats appeared to freeze in midair. They stopped their furious
flapping. They glided up to the rafters.
They didn’t come back down.
The other kids were blinking, shaking and shivering, gazing around
in confusion. Carly Beth and Sabrina dropped to their knees in the straw.
Robby spun around in a circle, hands raised. The bats were gone, but he
was still fighting them off.
“Hey, Michael —” Matt strode up to me. “How did you do that? How
did you stop the bats?”
I raised my dog whistle. “Had this in my jeans,” I said. “Thought I’d
give it a try. I guess the sound hurt them or confused them or
something.”
“Good work, Michael,” Abby said. Her hands trembled as she tugged
at her long black hair, trying to smooth it down. She slapped me a high
five. “That was scary.”
Billy Deep and his sister, Sheena, stared at the rafters. “They’re still
up there,” Sheena murmured. “Think they’ll attack again?”
“We’re outta here,” Matt said. He pushed past me and led the way to
the barn doors. He shoved one open.
Late afternoon sunlight poured in. We followed him to a small grassy
field beside the barn.
Sabrina gazed around. “Where is Byron?” she asked. “He was
supposed to meet us here.”
“Must’ve gotten hung up,” Robby said.
“What if it was an ambush?” I said. I tapped the dog whistle against
my palm. My skin still tingled from the touch of the bat claws.
“What if this dude Byron planned the whole thing?” I asked.
 “You mean he told us to come here knowing the bats would attack?”
Abby asked.
“No way!” Matt replied, shaking his head. “Byron is our only friend
here.”
“Matt’s right,” Billy said. “He’s the only Horror who told us the
truth. Byron warned us we were all invited here for a reason. He told us
we were all in danger.”
“But Byron is the one who gave us those tokens, right?” I said. “And
they turned out to be tracking devices. He wanted to spy on us.”
I pointed to the Bat Barn. “And now he sent us here to be creamed by
screaming bats!”
“Don’t accuse Byron,” Matt said, narrowing his eyes at me.
I started to lose it. “Sorry if Byron is your hero — but I’ll accuse
whoever I want!” I snapped.
Matt clenched his hands into fists. He was a big dude, almost as big
as me. “You just got here, Michael,” he said, sneering. “You don’t know
enough to start mouthing off.”
I should’ve just shut up. But that would be a first.
“I know enough to fight back when I’m in trouble,” I said. “I don’t
just stand around like you — shaking like a wimp, waiting for someone
to come help me!”
“Stop it, you two!” Sabrina cried. “We don’t have time —”
Too late.
Matt rushed at me. I timed it just right — and gave him a hard BUMP
with my chest.
His eyes went wide with surprise. He stumbled back. And landed on
his butt in a wide patch of mud.
With a furious cry, he leaped to his feet. Grabbed me by the
shoulders. Pulled me down into the mud. And we started wrestling.
“Stop it! Stop it!” Sabrina grabbed my shoulders and tried to pull me
off Matt. But she wasn’t strong enough.
I grabbed Matt’s head and pushed his face into the mud.
He came up sputtering.
 “What are you fighting for?” Abby cried. “We’re in danger! We have
to stay on the same side!”
Matt spit a mouthful of mud in my face. I pushed his shoulders down
and pinned him to the ground.
“Stop! Stop the fight!”
I heard two voices I didn’t recognize.
I raised my head. Turned — and saw two black-and-orange-
uniformed Monster Police running toward us, swinging wooden clubs.
“Dudes — RUN!” Billy screamed.
I jumped to my feet and helped pull Matt up from the mud.
Why were we fighting? I couldn’t remember.
As they stampeded toward us, the Monster Police waved their sticks
and screamed at us to stop. I knew they wouldn’t hurt us. I mean, we
were guests at the park — right?
But I took off anyway. We all did. We ran in different directions.
I was close behind Abby for a while. But then I lost her in the crowd.
And then I lost myself in the crowd!
Where was I? I was running full speed now along a wire fence. On
the other side, I saw kids on a beach. The kids were screaming and
laughing, sinking into the sand.
Finally, I saw a sign: QUICKSAND BEACH. DROP IN ANYTIME!
It looked like fun. I spun around. I’d lost the two Monster Policemen.
I took a few minutes to catch my breath. Then I made my way back
to Stagger Inn.

* * *

A short while later, everyone gathered in my room on the thirteenth

floor. Matt and I stared at each other with our hands in our jeans pockets.
Then we both apologized at once. We even shook hands.
“We’re cool?” I asked.
“We’re cool,” Matt said.
“Look, we’re all scared and stressed out,” Carly Beth said. “But we
have to stick together.”
 She sighed and dropped down onto the edge of my bed next to her
friend Sabrina. “Sabrina and I didn’t believe any of this,” she said. “You
know. About the missing girls and the other park.”
“But we do now,” Sabrina said.
“Look, Abby and I just got here yesterday,” I said. “We don’t know
why everyone is so nervous. Tell us what’s up.”
They all started talking at once. Finally, Matt said he’d try to explain
everything.
“As soon as I arrive,” he started, “this Horror named Byron runs up
to me. He says I’m in danger. And he gives me this.”
Matt pulled a gray plastic card from his wallet. “It’s a room key
card,” he said. “But it’s not from HorrorLand. And it seems to have
special powers. It helped me win at the carnival games. And it opens
doors that regular key cards don’t open —”
“Our first day, my sister, Sheena, and I met these two girls,” Billy
Deep interrupted. “Molly Molloy and Britney Crosby. Then they
disappeared. Gone. Poof. We’ve been searching for them ever since.”
“The Horrors won’t help us,” Sheena said. “They say the girls were
never here.”
“We saw them in a café with a big mirrored wall,” Matt said. “This
key card opened the door to the café. But when we went inside, the girls
were gone.”
“The mirror was soft, like liquid,” Sheena explained. “I stuck my arm
into it — and I disappeared, too. It’s all very hazy. But I think I ended up
in a different park.”
“Byron keeps leaving us hints about another park,” Matt said. He
held up the two pieces of an old park guide. One showed a carousel with
flames shooting out of it. It was called The Wheel of Fire. The other
showed a hall of mirrors, called Mirror Mansion.
“Strange characters keep following us here,” Robby said. “Trying to
frighten us. We’ve all had scary problems back home. And they’ve
followed us to the park!”
“When we looked into a piece of mirror, we saw Britney and Molly
on that burning carousel,” Billy said.
 “I think we’re in real danger,” Carly Beth said. “We need to make a
plan. We need to get out of this park.”
“Whoa. Wait a sec,” I said. “Tell me more about the mirrors. All this
stuff about mirrors is really interesting.”
“I searched my whole room,” Abby said. “I couldn’t find a mirror
anywhere. Whoever heard of a hotel room without mirrors?”
Again, everyone started talking at once. None of us had mirrors in
our rooms.
“This is totally disturbing,” I said. “It means we have to find a mirror.
Mirrors must be a very important clue.”
“We have to find Byron first,” Matt said. “He’s the only one who can
tell us what’s going on.”
I didn’t want to fight with Matt again. I could see he wanted to be
leader of the group. And that was okay with me.
But once I get something in my head, I can’t get it out. And right
then, mirrors were definitely in my head.
So we split up. They all went out to search for Byron. And I went on
a hunt for a mirror. We planned to meet in Matt’s room in two hours.
I searched every inch of my room first. The other kids were right. No
mirror. Nothing even shiny enough to be used as a mirror.
I was dying to know why.
What if I just ask someone for a mirror? I thought.
It seemed like a good plan. I took the dark, creaky elevator down to
the hotel lobby. The elevator had thick cobwebs hanging from its roof.
Eerie organ music played all the way down.
But I wasn’t in the mood for that kind of scary fun. I was on a
mission.
I stepped up to the front desk. A green-skinned Horror with curly
green hair and one brown eye and one blue eye stood behind the counter.
He wore a bright purple tuxedo and lacy white shirt. A very colorful
dude.
His name tag read: BOOMER. He looked up from his laptop. “Help
you?”
“Yes,” I said. “Do you have a mirror I could borrow?”
“A mirror?” he replied, squinting at me with his brown eye.
“Yes, do you have a mirror?” I repeated.
He smiled. “Sure thing,” he said. “No problem.”
I blinked. That was easy.
Then Boomer’s smile grew wider. He leaned closer over the counter.
“With your face, sonny, are you sure you want a mirror?” He burst out
laughing.
Ha-ha.
I didn’t crack a smile. “Yes,” I said. “I couldn’t find a mirror in my
room.”
“Of course not,” he said.
“I don’t get it,” I said. “Why aren’t there any mirrors here?”
Boomer lowered his voice to a whisper. “Because a lot of our guests
are vampires,” he said. “It makes them sad to pass a mirror and not see
their reflection. We’re just trying to be considerate, see?”
I felt myself start to get steamed. “Boomer,” I said, “I’m not going to
get a straight answer from you — am I?”
He shook his head. “No, you’re not,” he replied.
“Well … can you tell me where I might find a mirror?” I asked.
He thought for a moment. “Have you tried Mirror Lake?”
“Excuse me?” I said. “Mirror Lake? Is that in this park?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just made it up.” He laughed again.
Ha-ha. The dude was a riot.
“Thanks a bunch,” I said. I turned and walked out of the hotel. I
knew I’d find a mirror somewhere in HorrorLand.
I tried the shops first. Clothing stores always have mirrors. I walked
into a shop called FUR GET IT. They had T-shirts and caps “made of
genuine werewolf fur.”
 I tried on a cap. It was way itchy. I asked the salesclerk behind the
counter for a mirror so I could see how the cap looked.
“Sorry, kid,” he said. “No mirrors here. We’re very superstitious.
What if we broke one? Seven years’ bad luck.”
That made me think of Mrs. Hardesty — or whatever her real name
was. She was superstitious, too.
I tried the mask store across the road. No mirrors.
I tried three more shops. No mirrors anywhere.
This was definitely a mystery that needed to be solved.
I began stopping people who passed by. “Do you have a mirror I
could borrow? It’s really important.”
Most of them thought I was crazy. Or they thought it was some kind
of HorrorLand joke. They just kept walking.
I was ready to give up. The sun was sinking behind the trees of
Wolfsbane Forest. I felt tired and hungry. And angry that I couldn’t find
such a simple thing as a mirror.
I guess my nickname — Monster — is a good one. When things
don’t go my way, I can feel my anger start to boil up.
I turned back toward the hotel. My brain was spinning with the story
of the two girls who disappeared in the café with the soft, liquid mirror.
Then a small black-and-white sign caught my eye. It was on the wall
of a low white building, set back from the street. The building had a
narrow white door and no windows.
The sign read: OFF-LIMITS. STAFF ONLY. DO NOT ENTER.
I read the sign three times. Then I stepped up to the narrow door. Was
the door locked?
Normally, I would have obeyed the sign. But right now I was feeling
angry and frustrated. I don’t like mysteries. I wanted to solve this one
quickly.
I turned the knob. The door opened easily. Did someone forget to
lock it?
I stepped inside and closed it behind me. I was in a tiny square
hallway. In front of me — a concrete stairway leading steeply down.
A sign above the stairway read: DO NOT ENTER.
 I peered down the stairs. Too dark to see anything down there.
Silence. No sounds floating up.
Maybe they hide all the mirrors here, I told myself. Maybe I’ll find
stacks and stacks of mirrors.
I knew that was dumb. But I had to find out what was down there. I
took a deep breath and started down the stairs.
My shoes thudded on the concrete. The stairs seemed to go down
forever.
I stopped halfway and squinted into the dim light. I still couldn’t see
anything. Just a high concrete wall.
No people. No Horrors. No sounds.
I climbed the rest of the way down. Gazing all around, I found
myself in an enormous cavern. It seemed to stretch for miles!
It was silent there. I could hear my footsteps echo off the concrete
walls.
I came to a dark tunnel entrance in the wall. Glancing around, I saw
dozens of tunnels heading off in all directions.
Fat pipes and electrical cables stretched down the tunnels. From deep
in the tunnel, I could hear the hum of machinery.
I jumped when I heard a shrill BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Spinning around, I saw a row of robots shuffling out of one tunnel.
Dozens of them. They looked like shiny metal wheelbarrows with heads
and arms. A wheel in front and two short legs in back.
Their heads were round and covered in control buttons and dials. The
heads were spinning and beeping as the wheelbarrow bodies rolled
across the floor. Each wheelbarrow carried a large wooden crate.
I stood frozen, watching them. Finally, they disappeared into another
tunnel.
Alone again, I moved to the next tunnel. I could see two rows of
computer screens and keyboards all down the tunnel.
The controls are here underground, I realized. Everything that runs
the park. The tunnels must stretch from one end of HorrorLand to the
other.
It’s all electronic. Computerized. No people, I realized.
 Wrong!
I gasped as a powerful hand grabbed me tightly by the shoulder and
spun me around.
My mouth dropped open but no sound came out.
I stared up at a giant Horror. He must have been at least eight feet
tall!
He had long black horns standing straight up from the thick brown
fur of his head. He wore a black-and-orange Monster Police uniform,
tight over his massive chest.
He gripped my shoulders and didn’t let go. And stared down at me
with cold black eyes.
“Kid,” he boomed. “You’ve made a bad mistake.”
I don’t scare easy. After all, I faced real monsters back home, and I
defeated them all.
But this dude was a GIANT!
“I — I know I made a mistake,” I stammered.
Think fast, Michael.
“I … thought … this was the Doom Slide,” I said. “Some kids
pointed me here. They said this was the Doom Slide ride.”
He didn’t let go of my shoulders. He leaned over me. His breath
smelled of onions. “Kid, can you read?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Oh. You mean those signs?”
“Right. The Do Not Enter signs,” he said. “You read them?”
“I thought they were a joke,” I said. “You know. Part of the Doom
Slide. Like, to scare kids. Like everything else here.”
His deep black eyes burned into mine. He was trying to decide if he
should believe me or not.
“You could get lost down here,” he said in a low whisper. “You could
get lost in these tunnels forever.”
A chill tightened the back of my neck. Was he threatening me?
He let go of my shoulders. He stepped back. His shadow on the floor
stretched for miles. “The signs were real,” he said. “Go back outside,
kid. Walk straight to Zombie Plaza. Then follow the signs to the Doom
Slide.”
“Okay. Thanks,” I said. I turned and hurried to the stairs.
“Sorry if I scared you,” he called after me.
Was he kidding? I didn’t wait to find out.
 * * *

We met in Matt’s room a short while later. The other kids had no luck,
either. No sign of the Horror named Byron.
We were all hot and tired and jittery. We weren’t having any fun. And
we weren’t getting anywhere.
What was going on in this creepy park? We still didn’t have a clue.
But we couldn’t stop discussing it.
“I had that golden token,” Robby said. “It said Panic Park —
remember?”
“In the vampire restaurant, I stared into the token,” Abby said. “And
I started to feel strange. Like it was pulling me. Pulling me into it.”
“Abby, could you see your reflection in it?” I asked. “Was it like a
mirror?”
Abby nodded yes.
“What happened to it?” I asked.
“A waitress took it,” Robby said. “She thought it was her tip.”
“Okay. But this is cool!” I said, suddenly excited. “A coin can act
like a mirror, right?”
“It has to be real shiny,” Robby said.
“Come on,” I said. “Who has a shiny coin? Get ’em out.”
We all searched our pockets. I pulled out five or six coins from my
jeans. They were all rubbed dull. No shiny ones.
Angrily, I tossed them onto the floor. “Anyone?” I cried.
No. We had only old scuffed coins.
Lots of groans of disappointment.
“Don’t give up,” Matt said. “We can’t give up. We’re really in danger
here. And Byron is gone. There’s no one to help us.”
“I’ll be right back,” I said. I hurried to my room and grabbed my
laptop. I carried it back to Matt’s room.
“Let’s search the Internet for the words Panic Park,” I said. “Let’s
find out everything we can about it.”
I started to boot up the computer.
“You can’t,” Matt said. “There’s no Internet.”
 “Our cell phones don’t work, either,” Billy said.
“There’s no way to get online,” Sheena said. “I guess they don’t use
computers here.”
“Are you joking?” I cried. “The whole place is run by computers!
I’ve seen them!”
I tapped away, but I couldn’t get online. No wireless connection. No
connection of any kind.
But it didn’t matter. I suddenly knew what we had to do. I had a plan.
A dangerous plan.
“Follow me,” I said.
I led them to the white building with the DO NOT ENTER sign.
It was a warm, sunny day. The park was jammed with people.
We passed long lines of kids waiting to get into the Werewolf Petting
Zoo and the Haunted Theater. People were even crowding around the
cart that sold larvae-flavored ice cream.
We passed several Horrors. But they didn’t pay any attention to us.
I stopped at the front door of the building. “It’s all underground,” I
explained. “Lots of tunnels going everywhere. We can hide down there.
Then I can finally get online. No problem.”
Carly Beth and Sabrina glanced around nervously. “Are you sure
about this?” Sabrina asked. “Those warning signs look serious.”
“No big deal,” I said. “We’re special guests. If we get caught, they’ll
just send us back to our rooms. Right?”
A few kids muttered, “Right.” The others weren’t so sure.
I grabbed the knob and tried to pull the door open.
Locked.
I tugged harder.
No way. This time, someone had remembered to lock it.
“That was a long walk for nothing,” Billy grumbled.
Matt shoved me out of the way. “Let’s try this,” he said. He raised his
strange key card to the door — and it swung open!
We touched knuckles. “Hey, I’m impressed,” I said.
“It’s all in the wrist,” Matt said. He tucked the card back into his
wallet.
 That was the last joke anyone made. Everyone turned very serious as
we made our way down the steep steps and into the huge concrete
cavern.
The air grew warmer, heavy and damp. In the far distance, I could
hear the roar of machinery and the beep beep of the wheelbarrow robots
carrying their packages. The sounds echoed in the vast cavern.
I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and glanced around. No guards.
No sign of that eight-foot-tall dude.
“Follow me,” I whispered. We kept close to the wall and edged our
way to the first tunnel. I squinted into the dim light. The tunnel was
jammed with old signs and stage props and furniture.
“Is that guillotine real?” Billy asked, pointing.
“Hope not,” I said. “But we can hide behind it.”
I led them into the tunnel. We hunched down behind the guillotine. I
kept peering around. Tense. Expecting a guard to come jumping out at
us.
I sat on the floor with my back against the tunnel wall. I propped my
laptop on my lap and started typing. “Yesss!” I cried. “I knew it. There’s
a wireless connection down here.”
Carly Beth leaned over my shoulder. “Type in HorrorLand,” she
said. “We’ve got to find out what’s going on here.”
A few seconds later, I found a long article about HorrorLand. I
started reading it to the others.
“‘HorrorLand theme park was built in the mid-1970s. It was the
brainchild of a man named Kit Katzman. Katzman was a huge horror fan
his entire life.
“‘He populated the park with strange-looking workers named
Horrors. At first, Katzman thought they were wearing costumes and
masks. Later, he wasn’t so sure.’ ”
Matt grabbed my shoulder. “This stuff isn’t helping us,” he said.
“Look up Panic Park. See what it says.”
I did a search for Panic Park. I clicked on several links. But for some
reason, they had been deleted or shut down. Finally, I found an article
titled “Vanished Amusement Parks.”
 I started to read it to everyone.
“‘Panic Park was built in the 1950s by an odd, private man named
Karloff Mennis. It was a park designed for people who liked the worlds
of horror, fantasy, and the bizarre.’ ”
Matt shook his head. “Scroll down,” he said. “We don’t care about
the 1950s. What about today?”
“Wait! Wait!” I cried. “This is good. Listen to this. It’s about that
carousel ride. The one that’s on fire.”
I read from my laptop screen. “ ‘The Wheel of Fire was one of the
most popular rides at Panic Park. People loved twirling around while
their horses flamed.’ ”
“So … that page Byron left us,” Sheena said. “It was definitely from
Panic Park.”
“Byron was leaving us clues about Panic Park,” Matt said. “He must
want us to find out more about it.”
“We … we saw Britney and Molly on that ride,” Billy said.
Robby stared at the screen. “And that golden token I had — it came
from Panic Park,” he said.
“Let’s see what else we can find out about Panic Park,” I said. I
leaned close to the screen and clicked on a few more links.
“Wait. Check this out,” I said. “It’s a blog. By a boy and a girl. Luke
and Lizzy somebody. They say they spent some time in HorrorLand. But
— whoa. I don’t believe this. They are warning us. In their blog. They
—”
My voice was drowned out by a high, shrill siren. So loud I pressed
my hands over my ears.
And then we heard a voice booming through the sound system:
“INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS! LOCKDOWN! INTRUDERS!”
We jumped to our feet. A chill shot down my back. I could hear shouts.
Heavy, running footsteps in all directions.
“How did they find us?” Matt whispered.
“I know,” Carly Beth said. “Sabrina and I made a terrible mistake.
We never should have kept the tracking tokens Byron gave us.”
The two girls tossed their tokens far into the tunnel.
“They’re hiding in Tunnel B-4!” a deep voice boomed. The alarm
siren rose and fell. The thundering footsteps grew louder.
“Let’s go!” I cried.
We ran deeper into the tunnel. Was there a way to escape? We didn’t
know.
We ran from the footsteps and the loud, angry voices. The tunnel
twisted and turned. The light grew dimmer. We ducked beneath cables
and wires and tangles of cords.
“Tunnel B-4!” the loudspeaker echoed behind us. “Intruders! Tunnel
B-4!”
Breathing hard, we stopped at a narrow door. It had the word LAB
painted on the front.
Matt raised his key card to the door, and it swung open. “Maybe we
can hide in here,” he said.
He and I led the way in. The room was long and narrow. Lit by a row
of dim fluorescent lights on the ceiling.
I waited for my eyes to adjust. Then I saw a long row of lab tables.
Behind them, tall cabinets lined the wall.
 “Are those cages?” Carly Beth pointed to the big boxes in the center
of the room.
We took a few steps toward them — then stopped.
“Oh, wow!”
“I don’t believe this!”
“Are they real?”
We all gasped in shock — and stared at the ugly creatures inside the
barred cages. They were dark and furry, like gorillas. Except their faces
… their faces were almost human.
They had bald heads with long pointed ears. And they all had bright
blue eyes. Human eyes.
But their fat bodies were covered with black fur. And they had big
paws with curled claws, like bears.
They gnashed their teeth. Drool spilled from their mouths. They
stuck their long furry arms out through the bars and swiped at us.
“Gorilla creatures!” Sheena cried. “Are they real? Are they robots or
something?”
They sure looked real. “Maybe they are some kind of lab
experiments,” I said.
The ugly creatures grunted and gnashed their teeth. They pushed
against the bars of their cages, trying to get at us.
“We can’t stay here,” I said. “We have to —”
The door burst open. Ten or twelve Monster Police came running in.
Shouting, they waved wooden clubs above their heads.
“Freeze!” one of them boomed. “If you move, you’ll be gorilla
food!”
I glanced around. No other door. No way to escape.
The Monster Police formed a tight line. No way we could make a
mad dash for the door.
They backed us up against the cages. The gorilla creatures swiped the
air, trying frantically to grab us. They roared and slammed their cages.
My mind spun. I had an idea. I turned to Matt. “Quick — hand me
that key card.”
He started to reach into his jeans pocket. “What are you going to do
with it, Michael?” he whispered.
“Try to open some cages,” I said. “Let a few monsters out. You
know. Distract the MP’s. While they’re chasing the gorillas, maybe we
can get away.”
Matt blew a long breath through his lips. We both knew it was a
crazy idea.
But sometimes crazy ideas are the best ideas.
He pulled the key card from his pocket. I grabbed for it.
“NOOO!” I yelled as it fell out of my hand. I watched in horror as
the card hit the floor — and slid under one of the cages.
We’re doomed! I thought.
But Matt dove to the cage and dropped to his knees. He bent down
low and slid one hand under the bottom of the cage.
And then we all cried out as one of the gorilla creatures reached out
of the cage. It grabbed Matt with both paws — and lifted him off the
floor!
Matt let out a scream. The gorilla creature pulled him up — then crushed
him against the cage bars. It was trying to pull him into its cage!
Matt thrashed his arms and legs. But the beast had a powerful grip.
Matt couldn’t break free. He screamed again as the gorilla slammed him
against the bars.
I dove to the ground. Reached under the cage. Slid my fingers around
the key card. Then I raised it and waved it in front of the lock.
Would it work?
Yes! The cage door swung open.
It took the creature a few seconds to realize the door was open. Then
it dropped Matt to the floor and came lumbering out of the cage on two
legs.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!” an MP boomed. “WHAT ARE YOU
DOING? ARE YOU CRAZY?”
Matt looked dazed. But he scrambled back to the other kids while I
dove for the next cage. I held up the key card. The cage door swung
open, and another gorilla beast eagerly staggered out.
The two creatures stared at each other. They both growled.
I let out a third gorilla. It stumbled out of its cage, drooling and
rolling its blue human eyes.
The MP’s were screaming at us, waving their clubs.
The three creatures stood between the cages, eyeing each other. And
then with a deafening roar, they leaped at each other.
As I watched in amazement, they began to wrestle. They pounded
each other with their big paws. Scratched at each other’s faces. Rolled on
the floor, snarling and groaning.
 The MP’s rushed to break up the fight.
That left the door unguarded.
In seconds, we all tore through it. Back into the tunnel. We turned
and ran. No MP’s out there. We could hear the monstrous fight grow
louder in the lab behind us.
We ran deeper into the tunnel. We didn’t talk. We didn’t stop running.
Above us, we saw signs … DOOM SLIDE … A-NILE-ATOR … QUICKSAND
BEACH …
We were running underneath those attractions. At each sign, a ladder
led up to the top of the tunnel.
I stopped at a sign that read: GOOD-BYE LAND.
My legs ached from running. I had a sharp pain in my side. “If I
remember the map, Good-bye Land is at the back of the park,” I choked
out. “Maybe there’s an exit up there. Maybe we can escape HorrorLand.”
I grabbed the sides of the ladder and climbed to the top. A door in the
ceiling opened easily. I could see the sky above me. I scrambled out —
onto grass. And held the door open for the others.
“We’re out!” Carly Beth cried, pumping her fists in the air.
“We got away from those MP’s,” Robby said. He slapped me on the
back. “That was awesome, Michael! Letting those beasts out of their
cages — that was genius!”
I raised my face to the sun. The warmth felt really good. My heart
was still pounding from our narrow escape. “Those gorilla creatures
were real,” I said. “They weren’t pretend.”
“How did they get down there?” Sheena asked, shaking her head.
“Why do they keep them underground? What is going on here?”
“Let’s just get out of the park,” I said. “We can try to figure it out
later.”
“Do you really think there’s an exit in Good-bye Land?” Billy asked.
“Only one way to find out,” I said.
Good-bye Land stood behind a tall hedge. The hedge rose up way
over our heads.
No way to climb it. I trotted along in its shadow, looking for an
opening. Finally, I saw a tiny space.
 I scrunched up my body. Turned sideways. And pushed myself
through the hedge.
Brushing prickly needles off me, I gazed around. I was in a wide
grassy park. A patch of tall trees threw a long shadow over the grass.
No people anywhere in sight. No Horrors or MP’s.
A wide empty park.
I turned back to the hedge. Where were the others?
“Hey!” I opened my mouth to call to them.
But a hand wrapped around my mouth from behind. Then another
hand wrapped around my waist — and dragged me into the trees.
The hands let go. I spun around — and stared at two gigantic Horrors.
I let out an angry roar. The monster in me took over. I balled my
hands into tight fists. I got ready to attack them both.
“What’s the big idea?” I screamed. “What do you think you’re
doing? My friends and I are Very Special Guests here. Have you all gone
crazy?”
They both motioned for me to calm down. I read the name tags on
the front of their purple uniforms. One was named Benson. The other
was Clem.
“Easy, kid,” Benson said. “No one is going to hurt you.”
“Were you trying to leave? You were — weren’t you!” Clem said.
“We can’t let you leave the park. You and your friends have to stay
here.”
“Why?” I yelled. “This is a free country! I can go anywhere I want!”
“You and your friends think you’ve figured everything out,” Benson
said. “But you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I know what I’m doing,” I shot back. “I’m going to get my friends
out of danger.”
“Look, kid,” Benson said. “We’ve had a few small problems here. I’ll
admit it. A few things went wrong.”
“But we need you to stay here,” his partner said. “Take it easy. Enjoy
the park, Michael. And stop being such a troublemaker.”
“No way!” I cried. “If you think I’m a troublemaker, too bad.
Someone is out to get us here. Someone is trying to hurt us. And I’m
going to get out of this park and take my friends with me. Then we’re
going to tell the whole world what goes on here.”
 They narrowed their eyes to slits. Their expressions turned angry.
They took a few steps toward me.
I raised my fists and prepared to fight them.
But a third Horror suddenly appeared. “I’ll handle this,” he boomed.
He waved Benson and Clem away. “You can go. I’ve got this kid.”
This new Horror was tall and athletic looking. He had short yellow
horns on top of wavy green hair. His fat nose and tiny chin made him
look a lot like a pug dog.
He waited for the other two to leave. Then he turned to me. I saw that
he had taken off his name tag. “Michael,” he said, “you want out of
HorrorLand — don’t you?”
I didn’t answer his question. Instead, I took a few steps back. “Who
are you?” I demanded. “Why did you take off your name tag? What are
you planning to do to me?”
“I’m going to help you,” he said softly. He pulled a small square
mirror from his pocket. “You want to go, Michael. So I’m going to help
you go.”
“Huh?” I squinted at him. Then I gazed into the mirror.
I suddenly felt strange. Off-balance. I felt a strong pull from the
mirror. As if I were being drawn to it by a powerful magnet.
“Go ahead,” the Horror urged. “Don’t fight it, Michael. You want to
leave, remember? I’m helping you leave. Go with it…. Go with it….”
His voice faded as I was pulled … pulled toward the glass. Pulled to
my reflection in the little mirror.
So strange …
I could feel the smoothness of the glass … the cool liquid feel of it …
Deeper into the glass … deeper. And then through it!
Through the mirror.
A rush of cold air blew over me. It made me shut my eyes.
I felt myself falling. I struggled to catch my balance.
When I opened my eyes, the Horror … the trees … the grass … all
had disappeared.
“Hey — where am I?” I cried out loud.
 I gazed around. I was standing in a huge amusement park. But I
didn’t recognize anything.
I squinted, waiting for my eyes to focus. I saw roller coasters high in
the sky. And a Ferris wheel with cars shaped like sharks and alligators.
And then … my eyes stopped at a red-and-white sign. It had big
bloodred letters across it: PP.
PP? Panic Park?
Was this really Panic Park?
“Hey, I’m in Panic Park! I found it. I found Panic Park!” I shouted.
Then I felt a wave of fear slide over me.
I glanced around, my heart pounding. But … where IS Panic Park? I
wondered. And … how do I get back to my friends?
“Julie — wait up!” My best friend, Reena Jacobs, ran across the school
hallway toward me. Her blond ponytail bobbed behind her. “Is that a new
camera?”
I shook my head. “It’s one of my old cameras.” It swung from a strap
around my neck. “Dad says he’ll buy me a new one if I get the big
assignment from Mr. Webb.”
Reena blinked her green eyes. “Big assignment?”
I gave her a shove. “Reena, I’ve only been talking about it for
months. Remember? To shoot the entire student body for the big two-
page spread in the Tiger?” That’s the name of our yearbook.
Reena scrunched up her face. “I thought Mr. Webb already chose
David Blank for that.”
“Well, you thought wrong,” I said. “That’s why I’m hurrying to the
Tiger office. I’ve got an awesome idea. No way Mr. Webb can say no to
it. David can sit on his butt and watch me take the photo!”
Reena laughed. “You don’t like David — do you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Does a lettuce like a goat?”
She frowned at me. “Goat? I don’t get that, Julie.”
With her light blond hair and big green eyes, Reena is very pretty. I
think she’s the prettiest girl at Twin Forks Middle School. And she’s
smart, too.
But she only understands straight talk.
“I meant David tries to gobble up everything,” I explained. “He
wants to be the only star. Mr. Webb asked me to shoot the bake sale in
the gym last week. And when I showed up, guess who was there.”
“David?”
 “You got it,” I said.
“He’s very competitive,” Reena said. Then she grinned. “But I think
he’s kind of cute.”
“Cute?” I stuck my finger down my throat. “With that bright orange
hair and those orange freckles? He looks like a carrot!”
“You have vegetables on the brain,” Reena said.
“No, I’ve got pictures on the brain,” I said. “I can be just as
competitive as David. I really want to take that big photo. That’s why I
want to get to the yearbook office before David does.”
I turned and started to jog down the hall. It was nearly three-thirty,
and the school had emptied out.
“Julie —” Reena called after me. “Are we still going bike riding on
Saturday?”
“I’ve got to watch Sammy in the morning,” I said. Sammy is my little
brother. “We can ride all afternoon.”
I turned the corner and bumped right into the Sneer Sisters.
Actually, Becka and Greta aren’t sisters. They’re best best friends.
I’ve never seen them apart.
I call them the Sneer Sisters because they both always sneer when
they see me. Like I smell like rotten meat or something. And they’re
always so totally mean to me.
They even look a little alike. They are both tall and very skinny, and
they both have long noses and kind of pointy chins. Like witch chins.
“Hi, Ju-Ju,” Becka said, sneering.
I gritted my teeth. She knows I hate to be called Ju-Ju. That’s what I
called myself when I was too little to say the name Julie.
Greta pointed at my mouth. “Ju-Ju, you have something on your front
teeth,” she said.
I rubbed my teeth with my pointer finger. “Is it gone?” I asked her.
Greta nodded. “Yeah. It was your finger!”
They both slapped high fives and cackled like that was the funniest
joke in history.
“Where did you get that joke?” I said. “First grade or second?” I
pushed past them and hurried down the hall. My camera bounced in front
of me as I jogged.
The yearbook office was the last door on the left. I grabbed the knob,
twisted it, and burst inside.
And then I gasped as I was blinded by an explosion of white.
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