The Nightmares
Before Halloween!
Read if you dare!
SNEAK PEEKS
SNEAK PEEK
A YEARLING BOOK
CHAPTER ONE
t was five minutes past midnight, and a boy was gazingdown at Cypress Creek from the window of an old
mansion on the towns highest hill. It was an odd-looking
building. The front porch was overrun by a jungle of potted
plants. Thick green vines crept up columns, and lady ferns
and blood flowers fought for every patch of moonlight. An
octagonal tower sprouted straight from the houses roof,
and the entire structure was painted a dreadful shade of
purple. Anyone who saw it might assume that the mansions occupants were a bit on the strange sideand yet
the boy at the window appeared perfectly normal. He had
N IG H TMARE S !
Th e S te p m o n s te r s L a i r
N IG H TMARE S !
one night soon shed come drag him away, Charlie figured
he should take her threats seriously. He just hoped all the
boxes could keep her out of his room.
Shed already gotten as far as the hallway. The first time
hed heard someone sneaking through the house, Charlie
had just woken up from a nightmare. The suns rays were
peeking over the mountains, but the mansion was still
and quiet. Suddenly the silence had been broken by the
creak of rusty door hinges opening. Then the floorboards
groaned and there were thuds on the stairs. The footsteps
were heavy enough to be an adults. But when Charlie
worked up the nerve to investigate, he found his father and
stepmother still asleep in their bed. A few nights later, he
heard the same thing again. Creak. Groan. Thud. His father said that old houses make noises. His brother thought
the place might be haunted. But Charlie knew there was no
such thing as ghosts. Hed been searching for almost three
years, and if theyd existed he would have seen one by now.
No, Charlie Laird had far bigger problems than ghosts.
Th e S te p m o n s te r s L a i r
yawning. As usual, hed stood by the window until midnight, waiting for his father and stepmother to go to bed.
He didnt want them to hear him sliding the boxes across
the floorboards or grunting as he stacked them against the
doors. But staying up was growing harder and harder. Hed
tried taping his eyes open, but Scotch tape was too weak
and duct tape pulled out his eyebrows. Pacing just made
him dizzy. And while hed heard that a full bladder could
keep sleep at bay, every time he tried chugging water at
bedtime, he ended up frantically shoving nineteen boxes
away from the bathroom door. So a few weeks earlier,
when all else had failed, Charlie had taken his first trip
to the kitchen for a cup of cold, leftover coffee. It always
made him gag, and sometimes he had to hold his nose just
to get it all downbut the coffee was the only thing that
kept him awake.
N IG H TMARE S !
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Alec sprinted across the floor and flung himself the last
few feet into the bed in case blood-soaked claws were waiting to reach out and grab his ankles. He dug under the covers, lifted them up to his chin, and listened.
Nothing.
All he heard was the far-off wail of a police siren and
the white noise of the city beyond his closed window. He
believed his mom. There was no boogeyman under his bed.
It was silly to act like a jumpy two-year-old instead of a
mature nine-year-old. He scrunched his eyes shut, and after
a long twenty minutes, he fell asleep without having heard
any more weird sounds.
All was well.
Until just after midnight.
Theres no logical reason why strange doings begin when
the day changes, but thats often how it goes.
The scratching returned.
Alecs eyes snapped open as though he had heard the
crash of a cymbal. He lay very still. Whatever was under his
bed was back. His panic grew and his mouth went dry. He
wanted to yell for his parents, but his throat was closed so
tight, he couldnt utter a peep.
Then came the knocking. Whatever was down there
was alive. Or at least alive enough to be making sounds.
He couldnt take it anymore. He had to know what it was.
been so stupid? Why did I think there was a ladder? Will the
dog bite my fingers?
The dog.
Alec heard the scraping of its claws as it arrived at the
edge of the roof. He looked up, expecting to see the dog
looming over him, dripping slobber.
Instead, peering down at him was an old woman.
Help me! Alec called to her.
She had waist-length gray hair and wore a long forestgreen dress. Over it was a black shawl that she clutched to
her chest with a bone-white hand. The tendrils of hair blew
about her head like a pack of wild dancing spirits. Though
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her face was pale and wrinkled like that of someone a hundred years old, her eyes were focused and alive with fiery
madness.
Alecs brief moment of relief was shattered when he
looked into those horrible eyes.
Dad! he screamed in desperation.
He didnt have the strength to hang on much longer.
Save me! he cried to the woman. Please!
The woman leaned down over the edge to stare him
straight in the eye.
Oh no, she replied in a low, dark voice that sounded like
the hollow echo from an empty grave. That wouldnt help
me at all. Now, if you dont mind . . . please fall.
Dad! Alec screamed again . . .
. . . and lost his grip.
His fingers slipped off the edge, and he began to fall as . . .
. . . a hand shot down and grabbed his wrist, stopping
him from a death plummet. He was quickly hauled up and
over the edge as if he weighed no more than one of his
Transformers toys. A second later he was deposited safely
on the roof.
Dad! Alec cried, and threw his arms around his father.
Youre okay, Michael Swenor said soothingly as he
hugged his son to his chest. I promise.
Where is she? Alec asked, looking about with fear.
Where did she go?
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Who?
The old lady. She wanted me to fall. And there was a
dog under my bed. And a ladder, but it disappeared. I swear!
Im not lying!
I know youre not lying, Mr. Swenor said, his voice
cracking with emotion as he fought back his own tears. Lets
get back to your mother, and well talk about it.
Alec reluctantly released his bear hold on his father.
Do you know what happened, Dad? he asked.
Michael Swenor took a deep breath before replying, as if
the answer pained him.
I do, and its a long story, he finally said. Its time you
heard it. All of it. Your mom too.
So you believe me? Alec asked, finally getting control
of himself.
I do.
Michael Swenor stood up and reached his hand down to
take his sons. Lets go see Mommy.
They never connected.
The pit bull was back.
It came charging across the roof like a runaway freight
train.
Look out! Alec screamed.
Michael Swenor barely had time to look up before the
dog leapt at him. He instinctively backed away, but he was
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too close to the edge of the roof. He stumbled, hit the low
safety wall, and tumbled over.
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C H A P T E R
Use your brains, people, for a change, Mr. Winser commanded impatiently as he prowled the aisles of thirdperiod social studies class, hunting for his next victim.
Winser had been teaching seventh-grade social studies since before I was born. Maybe before my parents
were born. He was a fossil who wore wide ties that were
so ugly, I couldnt tell if the hideous patterns were intentional or just a bunch of stains from spilled food.
Can someone please offer me an intelligent
response? he asked with disdain. What were some
of the negative impacts of evolution between the Homo
erectus period and the Homo sapiens period?
Winser spun and pointed his finger at an unsuspecting girl.
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Huh?
I stood staring, trying to understand what I was seeing. Or not seeing.
Then I remembered.
Ask him! He saw it! I exclaimed, and spun around.
Hey, chief, tell her about the
The guy was gone.
Wha ? I sputtered as I scanned the room for the
man in the bathrobe. There was no other way out of the
room. Hed just vanished. Again. Or maybe hed never
really been there.
Like the ghostly key.
I ran my hand through my thick brown hair and
wiped sweat from my forehead.
Are you trying to get more detention time? Holden
asked.
I . . . no. I thought I saw . . . didnt you see it?
See what? Holden asked with growing impatience.
I didnt answer. I knew how crazy it would sound,
because I was feeling pretty crazy.
She had no idea what I was talking about.
Nothing, I said. I thought I . . . never mind. I hurried to the upended desk and lifted it back into position.
Sorry.
I felt Holden staring at me. She must have been as confused as I was, though I wasnt sure if that was possible.
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A vivid, compelling fantasy that sends you off into a world you
will not soon forget. Norton Juster, author of The Phantom Tollbooth
GABRiEL
FiNLEY
GEORGE HAGEN
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GABRiEL
FiNLEY
& the Ravens Riddle
GEORGE HAGEN
A YEARLING BOOK
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GABRiEL
FiNLEY
& the Ravens Riddle
BY GEORGE HAGEN
Dr. Fell
and
the
Playground
of
DOOM
DAVID NEILSEN
SNEAK PEEK
DAVID NEILSEN
CROWN BOOKS
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Chapter 1
Every child had a story about the house, each wilder than
the last. It was a house of imagination, a blank canvas just
waiting to be painted with the gleeful brushstrokes of youth.
Every parent in the neighborhood had forbidden their children from entering the house, and every parent in the neighborhood knew full well their children were disobeying them.
But when local real estate agent Dorothy Canvaswalter
placed a Sold banner atop the aged, weather-beaten For Sale
sign that had stood sentry on the front lawn for years, even
the parents were disappointed.
Its like the heart of the neighborhood is being ripped
right out, said PTA Co-President Candice Gloomfellow.
I still remember when little Johnny broke his arm falling down those rickety stairs, agreed PTA Co-President
Martha Doomburg with a wistful tear in her eye.
Every adult on Hardscrabble Street, as well as all those on
nearby Vexington Avenue and Von Burden Lane, and nearly
all on Turnabout Road (Old Lady Witherton could not be
bothered), wondered about the new owners. Would they be a
tidy family? Would they be a handy family? Would they be
a noisy family?
The children of Hardscrabble Street, Vexington Avenue,
Von Burden Lane, and Turnabout Road did not wonder
about the new owners. As word spread of the sale, they gathered in twos and threes to stand in front of their magnificent
former playhouse and sigh, pout, even weep. Some felt childhood was over. Others felt they had lost their best friend. All
felt mildly resentful of the sale and were determined to dislike whoever ultimately moved in, no matter what.
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Why would anyone buy that house? asked ten-yearold Gail Bloom, staring longingly at a second-floor balcony
on which shed fenced the imaginary-yet-dastardly Lord
Dunderhead only days before.
Maybe theyve got kids, answered her eight-year-old
brother, Jerry, with his rose-colored viewpoint, eyeing the
flat roof where only last week hed set up his slot-car track
and raced the cars wildly in circles for hours on end. This is
a good neighborhood for kids.
But its our place, complained Gails best friend and
Jerrys worst nightmare, ten-year-old Nancy Pinkblossom,
imagining the infamous Stairway of Death down which
shed tumbled each and every one of her Pretty Patty dressup dolls. Who said they could just come and take it away
from us?
The three children stood in place a moment more on that
warm spring Saturday morningeach gathering and storing
away an admittedly short lifetimes worth of memories. Finally, at some unspoken signal, they turned away almost in
unison.
What should we do today? asked Gail.
We could go to the river, answered Jerry, referring to
the tiny trickle of a stream that snaked behind Hardscrabble
Street. Theres lots to do near the river.
She wasnt asking you, Snothead, said Nancy automatically, too upset to muster up a real insult.
Wanna go see if Lindsey Brackentwigs home? suggested Gail.
Sure, said Jerry. Shes fun.
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Playground
DOOM
of
By David Neilsen
LAUREL GALE
Just because youre dead doesnt mean you dont deserve a life.
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A YEARLING BOOK
CHAPTER ONE
Being dead stank. Cuts didnt heal. Hair fell out and
didnt grow back. Maggots burrowed in the stomach,
which couldnt have digested anything anyway. And
then there was the actual stink. The smell. The stench
of rotting flesh. No matter how much spray-on deodorant Crow Darlingson used, he couldnt quite mask it.
Death was lonely, too. While other boys his age
played ball in the street, he watched from his window. When they went off to school in the morning, he
stayed home. But he still had to study and take tests;
his mother saw to that.
Cant we go outside? he asked. We can go into
the backyard where nobody can see us.
Mrs. Darlingson, a slender woman with perfect
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the house with his overprotective mother except when he can sneak out, but new neighbor
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ANNA
So much for my almost normal life, Anna mumbled. She knew she had to help this girl. Whether she
liked it or not, she was someone who helped bridge
the gap between the living and the dead.
Timing was everything, so Anna waited in the shadows while watching the dramatics of the dead girl play
out in front of her like a horrible high school production that wasnt worth the five-dollar ticket.
A spirit floated next to the body. I was just standing on that balcony, for crying out loud! The dead
girls spirit threw her arms in the air. One minute Im
there, and the next, Im. . . here! she screeched, staring down at her own body lying inches in front of her.
Look at me! Who did this? Who wouldve pushed
me, Harper Sweety, off that balcony? the girl wailed.
She looked down once more at her body. Why wont
you get up? she whispered.
Even as a ghost, Harper had style: Her hair flowed
symmetrically, spilling red waves over her slim shoulders. She wore a chic black belted dress, cropped jacket,
and open-toed gold high heels, looking as if shed just
stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. Her
lips glowed with glossy pink lipstick, and a luminous
glitter trail ran across her dusky eyelids.
Harper had no idea what was happening to her. But
Anna knew she couldnt just march right up to her
and tell her she was dead. No. Harper had to come to
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She hated lying to her mom, but what was she supposed to say? Sorry, Mom, late for dinner, this ghost is
having body issues?
Harpers sobs snapped Anna out of her thoughts.
There were no tears. Anna had learned ghosts couldnt
actually cry, although they could go through the motions.
Harper reached into her left coat pocket and
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PHILIP KERR
ALFRED A. KNOPF
NEW YORK
CHAPTER 1
it advertised was long out of date, but it was only now that Billy
paid any attention to it.
The poster read as follows:
You are invited to the Haunted House of Books on
Hitchcock High Street, for a Halloween evening of
chilling ghost stories and spooky tales. Not to Mention
Our Newest Attraction: The Curse of the Pharaohs.
Around midnight we will be joined by some creepy
local authors who will be signing their Most Horrifying books . . . in blood. Free snacks and mulled wine,
plus a ten percent discount on all cash purchases. For
further details, telephone 555-6666, or email Rexford
Rapscallion at s@tan.com, if you dare.
Immediately Billy was fascinated. It didnt matter that Halloween had been over for several months and that none of the
creepy local authors would be present to sign their horrifying
books. What mattered most to Billy was the idea of a bookshop that was haunted. What could be more wonderful? What
could be more exciting? What could be more fantastic?
It wont have escaped anyones attention who has ever
been in a bookshop that books cost money. Sometimes a great
deal of money. The book you are reading now cost a small
fortune and, frankly, you ought to be very grateful to whoever
bought it for you. Unless of course you paid for it yourself, in
which case you must be stinking rich. After all, why pay money
for something that you are only going to use once? Unless of
course you think you might want to read the book again. Or
unless you want to put it on a shelf with a lot of other books
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