CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
‘Revenge of the Shadow People’ Excerpt
About R. L. Stine
1
Most kids don’t have to beg their dogs to chase a ball. But Tubby isn’t like most dogs.
“Get the ball, Tubby!” I pleaded as I wound up for the throw. “You can do it!”
Tubby wagged his tail. Then he noticed it moving and tried to bite it.
“Come on, Tubby!” I shouted. I hurled the yellow tennis ball. It flew right by his face.
Tubby plopped down on the grass. He didn’t even blink as the ball whizzed by.
The sliding back door slammed. I turned and saw my older sister, Michelle, walking toward me. As usual, she had a textbook tucked under her arm.
“When are you going to face reality, Al?” she asked as she sat down under the apple tree. “Your dog is a total moron!”
“No, he isn’t,” I protested. “He just doesn’t feel like playing now. Right, Tubby?” I dropped down next to him and patted his big head. His shaggy brown and white fur felt warm from the sun.
Michelle snorted and opened her calculus textbook.
“You’re studying?” I asked. “On a Saturday? And you call Tubby stupid?”
“I want to graduate with the highest grades in my whole ninth-grade class,” Michelle said.
Michelle is fourteen, just three years older than I am. But she’s already doing college-level math.
If you haven’t figured it out already, being smart means everything to her. And to my parents, too. The three of them are genuises. I mean it. They are really genuises.
It’s a pain. Teachers are always asking me if I’m Michelle Sterner’s little brother. When I say yes, they expect me to study twenty-four hours a day. The way she does.
I’m smart. Probably as smart as Michelle. But I don’t want to spend my whole life with my nose in a book. I like to have fun.
All Michelle likes to do is study, study, study. If you ask me, she’s too smart for her own good.
Tubby rose slowly to his feet with a big sigh. He wandered over to the hedge that runs along the side of the yard and began to dig.
Then he trotted over to Michelle and started a new hole there.
A few minutes later he had another hole going by the back fence.
Michelle shook her head. “Your dog is so stupid he can’t even remember where he buried his bone. You should get a cat,” Michelle told me. “Cats are very intelligent.”
“Like Chester?” I asked. Chester is Michelle’s cat. Michelle thinks he is brilliant.
“Did I tell you he can count up to eight now?” Michelle asked.
“Can he multiply and divide, too?” I joked.
Michelle stuck her tongue out at me. “He can snap up the window shade when he wants some light. And he knows how to jump on the electric can opener when he’s hungry. And—”
“Who cares if he’s smart?” I interrupted. “That’s not what pets are for.”
But Michelle paid no attention to me. “I saw a cat on TV that learned how to flush the toilet,” she continued. “I’m teaching Chester how to do it, too.”
“Boy, are you lazy, Michelle. Why can’t you flush the toilet yourself?”
“He won’t be flushing it for me, you jerk. I’m going to teach him how to use the bathroom—the way we do. And then we won’t need kitty litter anymore!”
“Michelle, you’re losing it. You’re totally losing it.”
“You’re just jealous because you can’t even teach Tubby to fetch. Face it, Al. Chester is a billion times smarter than your dog. He’s probably even smarter than you.”
“You’re a riot, Michelle. A real riot.”
“If you ask Chester nicely,” Michelle went on, “I’m sure he’ll teach you how to flush the toilet, too!”
“Let’s go inside, Tubby,” I called out to my dog. “We don’t need to listen to this!”
I crossed the lawn and grabbed Tubby’s collar. I had to tug on it three times—hard—before he figured out I wanted him to come with me. Then we went inside.
Mom stood at the kitchen counter, icing a cake. “Don’t look, Al!” she said, waving a spatula with chocolate all over it.
Little flecks of chocolate dotted Mom’s face. They looked like extra-big freckles. Mom and I both have a ton of freckles, and the same red hair and brown eyes.
“But, Mom!” I exclaimed. “Today’s my birthday. I already know that’s my birthday cake.” You don’t have to be a genius to figure this one out, I thought.
“I still want it to be a surprise,” she said firmly. “Go wait in your room. And don’t come out until you hear us singing. You can work on memorizing all the capitals of South American countries for school.”
I sighed. “I know every single one of them by heart, Mom.”
“How about studying for Wednesday’s Science Bowl?” Mom suggested.
I shrugged and headed down the hall to my room, dragging Tubby behind me. Around my house, if you aren’t studying for one thing, you’re studying for another.
Mom and Dad are research scientists. Which is how I came to be named Al, after Albert Einstein himself.
I guess I can’t blame them for hoping I’d turn out to be some kind of scientific genius. But I wish they could understand that playing baseball and hanging out with my friends isn’t a waste of my “wonderful brain,” as my mom says.
Tubby yawned and collapsed on the floor the moment we hit my room. I reached for my copy of Super Blades magazine and dropped down on my bed.
I wondered what Mom and Dad had planned for my birthday this year. They always take Michelle and me to something cultural on our birthdays. Sometimes it’s a concert, or if I’m really out of luck, we go to an opera.
They always give us presents that are educational, too. Boring. Totally boring.
I wanted this year to be different. So I hinted for a pair of in-line skates. And I was pretty obvious about it. I left the ads for my favorites all over the place.
Plus, I never missed a chance to mention them—making them sound real educational. I told my mom that in-line skates were excellent for eye-motor coordination.
I told Michelle that they improved your split-second decision-making process.
I told my dad about the big skate sale at Dalby’s.
I hoped they figured it out. For three brilliant people, they can be pretty dense sometimes.
As I flipped through Super Blades, I heard footsteps stomping down the basement stairs. That meant they were almost ready to start singing. We always use the basement for celebrations.
I dropped my skating magazine on the floor and jumped off the bed. “Ready?” I yelled down the hall.
“Almost, Al!” my father called.
I was really excited. I could almost feel those in-line skates on my feet!
“Say when!” I shouted.
I couldn’t stand the suspense one more second.
“Now?” I yelled.
“Now!”
I broke into a run.
I jerked open the basement door and saw Mom and Dad at the bottom of the stairs. Michelle stood in front of them, holding the cake. All the candles were lit.
They started to sing “Happy Birthday.”
I walked down the steps slowly, gazing around the basement,
trying to spot my present.
My eyes darted to Mom’s computer station.
Nothing there.
I glanced at the big table in the middle of the room. It had one of Michelle’s experiments on top. That’s all.
Then I glimpsed the solar motorboat my dad was working on. Thousands of high-tech tools surrounded it. No present.
Nothing.
I don’t believe this, I thought. I’m not getting skates—I’m not getting a birthday present at all.
I had three more steps to go. I shot one last look around, but I didn’t see anything with wrapping paper on it.
I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, right where Michelle and my parents stood—and got the biggest surprise of my life.
2
BOOM!
A huge explosion rocked the basement.
The floor, the walls—everything shook. Michelle’s experiment soared from the table and crashed to the floor. Dad’s tools flew everywhere.
I screamed as the force of the blast knocked me down. I landed with a thud on the hard cement.
Mom, Dad, and Michelle hovered over me. Laughing. Laughing their heads off.
“You aren’t hurt, are you, Al?” Mom asked, still chuckling.
“I’m okay,” I grumbled. “What’s going on? What’s so funny?”
“Surprise!” Dad sang out. “We wanted to celebrate your birthday with a big bang!”
“Uh, great,” I said, brushing myself off.
“He doesn’t get it,” Michelle announced.
“Get what?” I hated to admit it, but I really was confused.
“We’re giving you a chemistry set!” Mom explained. She stepped aside. Behind her, on the floor, sat a huge box—with the words Future Scientist printed in big red letters across the front.
“Welcome to the wonderful world of chemistry, Al,” Dad said. “You’re going to have all sorts of exciting adventures with this set!”
He glanced down at the broken glass and spilled chemicals on the floor. “Michelle had to borrow a few things from your set to make the bang. Don’t worry. We’ll replace everything.”
“Thanks a lot, Mom. Dad,” I mumbled. “The chemistry set is so . . . ”
“So stimulating?” Dad asked.
“That’s exactly the word I was looking for,” I said.
“Do you really like it, Al?” Mom asked.
“I love it, Mom,” I lied.
I didn’t want to hurt their feelings. I could see that they thought the chemistry set was an incredible present.
I told you they could be dense.
Trying hard to hide my disappointment, I opened the box and checked out the rack of test tubes inside. But when I picked up a tube with green liquid inside, Dad grabbed it from me.
“Not yet, Al,” he said, placing the tube back in the rack.
“Why not?” I asked.
“You need a lesson in how to handle all these chemicals,” Mom said.
“Remember, this isn’t a toy,” Dad added. “Michelle will teach you how to use the chemistry set safely.”
“Why not you or Mom?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s been a long time since your mother or I handled a chemistry set,” Dad replied. “And Michelle’s more up on things than we ever were.”
“It was Michelle who made the bang,” Mom added. “It was her way of saying happy birthday.”
Somehow that didn’t surprise me.
“Just tell Michelle when you want to start using it,” Mom went on.
“I can’t wait,” I answered, hoping I sounded as though I meant it. “I really can’t wait.”
If I had known I was about to enter the worst nightmare you could imagine, I would never have opened that box.
I would have waited forever!
3
What a birthday.
First a chemistry set. Then a night at the opera—that I thought would never end.
Even when the villain finally stabbed the hero through the heart, the guy kept on singing and singing.
And today—the day after my birthday—wasn’t turning out much better.
It was Sunday. To me, that meant I should be outside doing something fun. To Mom and Dad, it meant studying. So that’s what I was doing—memorizing facts from my Science Teasers book for the Science Bowl.
Shadyside Middle School has won the state championship three years in a row. With Michelle on the team, how could they lose?
But last year Michelle went on to Shadyside High. Now everyone says it’s my turn to keep up the school’s winning tradition! Which is why I’m stuck in my room, studying away.
I read the first question—what is the end product of photosynthesis?
Before I could come up with the answer, I smelled something unbelievably putrid in the house. I had to investigate. People died from smells that bad!
I checked all the bedrooms as I made my way down the hall. They were empty.
As soon as I spotted Michelle in the kitchen, I knew I had found the source of the foul odor.
“You’re baking brownies again, aren’t you?” I accused her. “Admit it, Michelle!”
“Don’t touch them!” she snarled, stepping in front of the counter, blocking them from view. “Don’t even look at them!”
“Too late,” I told her. “I already saw them. They’re burnt to a crisp!”
“They’re just a little brown around the edges,” she declared. “My chess club will love them.”
“You’re going to poison your friends?” I asked. “Even for you, that’s low.”
Someone knocked at the door, and Michelle sprang for it. But I got there first. Colin, my best friend, stepped inside.
“Oh, it’s just you,” Michelle muttered.
“Whoa!” Colin said. “What’s wrong with just me?”
“Her chess club is having a meeting here,” I explained. “She was probably hoping you were Jonathan Muller. He’s the president of the club, and she has a total crush on him.”
“I do not!” Michelle snapped. But her face turned bright red.
“Yeah, right,” I answered. “You should see her looseleaf binder.” I grinned at Colin. “She has entire pages with ‘Michelle Sterner-Muller’ written all over them. She wants to marry the guy or something.”
Colin snickered. Michelle threw a potholder at me. “What were you doing snooping in my binder?” she shrieked. “That’s my personal property!”
I threw the potholder back at her. “Mom said I could,” I informed her, “because I ran out of looseleaf paper.”
Michelle glared at me. “If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.” She turned to Colin. “You, too,” she threatened.
“It’s cool,” Colin said. “Can I have a brownie?”
Before I could stop him, Colin popped a killer brownie into his mouth.
“Excuse me while I dial the paramedics,” I said.
“Hey, they’re unbelievable!” Colin exclaimed.
“See?” Michelle replied proudly.
“They are totally unbelievable.” Colin swallowed. “How do you get them to taste like charcoal?”
I gave Colin a high five. “Score!” he yelled. “Two points!”
“Get out of here, you idiots!” Michelle screamed.
“Come on, Colin,” I said. “Let’s go down to the basement. I want to show you my birthday present.”
“Oh, yeah! I can’t wait to see the skates,” Colin answered.
I shook my head. “Didn’t get them.”
“No way!” Colin exclaimed. “Your parents did it to you again?”
“Yep.” What else was there to say?
I led Colin downstairs. Chester, Michelle’s brilliant cat, followed us. He curled up in a corner and watched as we opened the chemistry set. Watched with a look that seemed to say “I’m telling Michelle. I’m telling Michelle. You’re not supposed to touch that without Michelle.”
It’s a good thing my sister hasn’t taught him to talk yet, I thought.
Colin pulled out a test tube filled with purple crystals. “What are you supposed to do with all this stuff?”
“I don’t know yet. I’m not supposed to use it until Michelle shows me how,” I answered.
I heard the doorbell ring. Michelle’s chess geeks were here.
“We don’t have to wait for her.” Colin grinned. “Let’s have some fun with it on our own.” He reached for a test tube filled with red liquid and emptied it into a beaker.
“Better not,” I warned him. “You can get into real trouble if you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I’m not planning anything major,” Colin said. “Just a little stink bomb.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “My mom and dad told me not—”
“We can set it off upstairs,” Colin interrupted. “Don’t you want to see your sister choking and gagging—right in front of that guy she likes?”
That would be pretty funny. At least until my parents found out.
“Where’s the manual?” Colin asked, digging through the box.
“I thought you knew how to make one!” I replied.
“No. No, I don’t,” Colin admitted. “But the instructions must be in here somewhere.
“Oh, sure,” I said sarcastically. “Just look under S for stink.”
Colin found the instruction booklet and flipped through it, shaking his head. “Nothing here,” he muttered.
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go out. We can go to the mall or something.”
“No. Let’s stay here. We don’t need instructions. It can’t be that hard to make a bad smell,” Colin declared. “Your sister does it without even trying.”
I laughed. Colin can always make me laugh. That’s one of the reasons we’re best friends.
Colin tipped the test tube of purple crystals over the red liquid.
“Colin. Don’t do it,” I warned.
He ignored me.
He tipped the test tube some more.
“Colin! You don’t know what you’re doing!” I yelled.
The purple crystals began to tumble out.
I looked at the labels on the test tubes. “Not the red and the purple, Colin! Not those two!” I screamed. “You’ll blow up the house!”
4
I snatched up the beaker.