Goosebumps
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STAY OUT OF THE BASEMENT
Goosebumps - 02 R.L. Stine (An Undead Scan v1.5)
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“Hey, Dad—catch!” Casey tossed the Frisbee across the smooth, green lawn. Casey’s dad made a face, squinting into the sun. The Frisbee hit the ground and skipped a few times before landing under the hedge at the back of the house. “Not today. I’m busy,” Dr. Brewer said, and abruptly turned and loped into the house. The screen door slammed behind him. Casey brushed his straight blond hair back off his forehead. “What’s his problem?” he called to Margaret, his sister, who had watched the whole scene from the side of the redwood garage. “You know,” Margaret said quietly. She wiped her hands on the legs of her jeans and held them both up, inviting a toss. “I’ll play Frisbee with you for a little while,” she said. “Okay,” Casey said without enthusiasm. He walked slowly over to retrieve the Frisbee from under the hedge. Margaret moved closer. She felt sorry for Casey. He and their dad were really close, always playing ball or Frisbee or Nintendo together. But Dr. Brewer didn’t seem to have time for that anymore. Jumping up to catch the Frisbee, Margaret realized she felt sorry for herself, too. Dad hadn’t been the same to her, either. In fact, he spent so much time down in the basement, he barely said a word to her. He doesn’t even call me Princess anymore, Margaret thought. It was a nickname she hated. But at least it was a nickname, a sign of closeness. She tossed the red Frisbee back. A bad toss. Casey chased after it, but it sailed away from him. Margaret looked up to the golden hills beyond their backyard. California, she thought. It’s so weird out here. Here it is, the middle of winter, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and Casey and I are out in jeans and T-shirts as if it were the middle of summer. She made a diving catch for a wild toss, rolling over on the manicured lawn and raising the Frisbee above her head triumphantly. “Show off,” Casey muttered, unimpressed. “You’re...
Goosebumps - 02 R.L. Stine (An Undead Scan v1.5)
1
1
“Hey, Dad—catch!” Casey tossed the Frisbee across the smooth, green lawn. Casey’s dad made a face, squinting into the sun. The Frisbee hit the ground and skipped a few times before landing under the hedge at the back of the house. “Not today. I’m busy,” Dr. Brewer said, and abruptly turned and loped into the house. The screen door slammed behind him. Casey brushed his straight blond hair back off his forehead. “What’s his problem?” he called to Margaret, his sister, who had watched the whole scene from the side of the redwood garage. “You know,” Margaret said quietly. She wiped her hands on the legs of her jeans and held them both up, inviting a toss. “I’ll play Frisbee with you for a little while,” she said. “Okay,” Casey said without enthusiasm. He walked slowly over to retrieve the Frisbee from under the hedge. Margaret moved closer. She felt sorry for Casey. He and their dad were really close, always playing ball or Frisbee or Nintendo together. But Dr. Brewer didn’t seem to have time for that anymore. Jumping up to catch the Frisbee, Margaret realized she felt sorry for herself, too. Dad hadn’t been the same to her, either. In fact, he spent so much time down in the basement, he barely said a word to her. He doesn’t even call me Princess anymore, Margaret thought. It was a nickname she hated. But at least it was a nickname, a sign of closeness. She tossed the red Frisbee back. A bad toss. Casey chased after it, but it sailed away from him. Margaret looked up to the golden hills beyond their backyard. California, she thought. It’s so weird out here. Here it is, the middle of winter, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and Casey and I are out in jeans and T-shirts as if it were the middle of summer. She made a diving catch for a wild toss, rolling over on the manicured lawn and raising the Frisbee above her head triumphantly. “Show off,” Casey muttered, unimpressed. “You’re...