Attack of the Mutant (Goosebumps)

Attack of the Mutant (Goosebumps)

R. L. Stine

Language: English

Pages: 117

ISBN: 0590483552

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Realizing that he has become lost in a strange part of town, Skipper Matthews, a ravenous comic book collector who's favorite character is an evil super-villain, discovers a building just like the secret headquarters of his idol.

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my eye. I stopped at the doorway and stared in at some sort of control panel. One wall was filled with blinking red and green lights. In front of the lights stood a long counter of dials and gears and levers. Three tall stools were placed along the counter. But no one sat in them. No one worked the controls. The room was empty. As empty as the rest of this strange, frightening basement. “Weird, huh?” I whispered to Libby. When she didn’t answer, I turned to make sure she was okay. “Libby?”

goes,” I murmured, waiting for the door to open. And then someone laughed. A cold, evil laugh. Right behind me. I let out a low cry and spun around. No one there. The laughter repeated. Soft, but cruel. My eyes darted around the lobby. I couldn’t see anyone. “Wh-who’s there?” I choked out. The laughter stopped. I continued to search. My eyes went up to the wall above the elevator. A small, black loudspeaker poked out from the yellow wall. The laughter must have come from there, I

Libby lowered the plastic gun. We both stared in horror as The Masked Mutant came nearer. He took one more step. Then stopped. A bright white light circled his body. The light became a crackling electrical current. The Mutant uttered a low moan. Then he began to melt. His head melted down into his mask. Tinier and tinier — until it disappeared completely. The empty mask slumped onto the shoulders of his costume. And then the rest of his body melted away, shrinking until there was nothing

To keep people off my track.” “He worked for you — and you melted him?” I cried. “I’m a villain,” The Masked Mutant replied, smiling. “I do very bad things — remember?” It all started to come clear. There never was a Libby. It had been The Masked Mutant all along. The Masked Mutant stepped over the crumpled costume to move closer to me. Once again, I pressed my back against the wall. “Now I have no choice. Now I have to do something very bad to you, Skipper,” he said flatly, his black eyes

in my new house — and I was already shaking in terror. I shuffled into the bathroom for a towel. As I mopped the sweat from my forehead, I stared at my reflection in the medicine chest mirror. Whenever I’m scared, my freckles really stand out. There they were. Millions of them. I ran my fingers through my hair. I wear it long. To help cover my big, droopy ears. I’ve had these huge ears my whole life. Mom keeps telling me not to worry. She says I’ll grow into them. But I’m twelve now, and

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