by R. L. Stine
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
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
About R.L. Stine
LOOKING FOR MOPE SPOOKY ADVENTURES
ON FEAR STREET? DON’T MISS:
HIDE AND SHRIEK
—AND—
WHO’S BEEN SLEEPING IN MY GRAVE?
1
“You have the power to create life!” That was what the ad in the back of the comic book claimed.
“Pretty cool,” Scott Adams said as he studied the ad carefully.
Scott sat on the porch steps in front of his house, reading comic books with his best friend, Glen Brody.
“Check this out!” Scott handed Glen the ad. It showed a picture of a mad scientist. He was peering into a giant tank of water full of strange-looking creatures. Creatures called “aqua apes.”
“ ‘Aqua apes?’ ” Glen laughed. He pulled off his glasses and polished them on his flannel shirt. “What are those? Swimming monkeys?”
“I don’t know.” Scott shrugged. “They look more like lizards to me.”
“Well, what are you supposed to do with them?” Glen asked.
“You grow ’em. That’s what’s so cool. They come from magic crystals. See?” Scott pointed to the packet of magic crystals in the mad scientist’s hand.
“Oh, right.” Glen rolled his eyes. “Swimming monkeys from magic crystals. I don’t think so.”
“Yeah, well, they say it’s guaranteed. Or you get your money back,” Scott said. “They wouldn’t say that if it didn’t work.”
“Maybe.” Glen didn’t sound convinced.
“You want to send away for them?” Scott asked.
“No way,” Glen replied.
“Come on. What have we got to lose?”
“Three dollars and ninety-five cents,” Glen answered. “Plus postage and handling.”
Scott knew it would be hard to convince Glen to spend the money—but he had to. You see, almost all the kids in school could tell creepy stories—stories about totally weird things that happened to them. Like being chased by ghosts in the Fear Street Cemetery. Or getting attacked by half-human, half-animal creatures in the Fear Street Woods.
But Scott didn’t have a single story to tell. Not one. Which, when you think of it, was the weirdest thing of all. Because everyone knew that if you lived near Fear Street, scary things happened to you. Period.
But Scott had lived near Fear Street his entire life. And he didn’t have a single creepy story to tell.
Until—maybe now. If he could just convince Glen to send away for the magic crystals. . . .
“Such a small price to pay for ‘the power to create life.’
