30 - It Came From Beneath The Sink - Plot & Excerpts
I whispered. But it was. The pieces—the shreds of Grool—they were sliding across the desktop. Slithering. Rolling together. Coming back together. Forming a brown ball. A sponge. It didn’t take long. A minute at the most. And now the Grool stared up at me again. And it vibrated so hard that my desk actually began to rock. Its cruel snicker cut through my shocked silence. Heh, heh, heh. “Shut up! Shut up!” I screamed. But it snickered even louder. Frantic, I grabbed a dirty sock from the clothes hamper. I used it to pick up the Grool. And then I hurled the thing back into the cage. Heh, heh, heh. With a cry, I threw myself face down on my bed and covered my ears. “Will I have this bad luck for the rest of my life? Is there anything I can do?” I was so frightened. So angry. So confused. I couldn’t even pretend to be my usual cheery self. When Aunt Louise took me and Daniel out to an ice-cream parlor, I couldn’t even finish a small butterscotch sundae. Usually, I’m good for a triple decker.
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