Title Stine, R.L. - [Goosebumps 08] - The Girl Who Cried Monster (Undead) (v1.5) iLLegaL eagLe.pdf ✅

1 THE GIRL WHO CRIED MONSTER Goosebumps - 08 R.L. Stine (An Undead Scan v1.5)
2 1 I love to scare my little brother, Randy. I tell him scary stories about monsters until he begs me to stop. And I’m always teasing him by pretending to see monsters everywhere. I guess that’s why no one believed me the day I saw a real monster. I guess that’s why no one believed me until it was too late, and the monster was right in my own house. But I’d better not tell the ending of my story at the beginning. My name is Lucy Dark. I’m twelve. I live with my brother, Randy, who is six, and my parents in a medium-sized house in a medium-sized town called Timberland Falls. I don’t know why it’s called Timberland Falls. There are a few forests outside of town, but no one cuts the trees down for timber. And there aren’t any falls. So, why Timberland Falls? It’s a mystery. We have a redbrick house at the end of our street. There’s a tall, overgrown hedge that runs along the side of our house and separates our yard from the Killeens’ yard next door. Dad’s always talking about how he should trim the hedge, but he never does. We have a small front yard and a pretty big back yard with a lot of tall, old trees in it. There’s an old sassafras tree in the middle of the yard. It’s cool and shady under the tree. That’s where I like to sit with Randy when there’s nothing better to do, and see if I can scare the socks off of him! It isn’t very hard. Randy scares easy. He looks a lot like me, even though he’s a boy. He’s got straight black hair just like me, only I wear mine longer. He’s short for his age, like me, and just a little bit chubby. He has a round face, rounder than mine, and big black eyes, which really stand out since we both have such pale white skin. Mom says Randy has longer eyelashes than mine, which makes me kind of jealous. But my nose is straighter, and my teeth don’t stick out as much when I smile. So I guess I shouldn’t complain. Anyway, on a hot afternoon a couple of weeks ago, Randy and I were sitting under the old sassafras tree, and I was getting ready to scare him to death. I really didn’t have anything better to do. As soon as summer came around this year and school let out, most of my really good friends went away for the summer. I was stuck at home, and so I was pretty lonely. Randy is usually a total pain. But at least he is somebody to talk to. And someone I can scare.