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WELCOME TO
DEAD HOUSE
Goosebumps - 01
R.L. Stine
(An Undead Scan v1.5)
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Josh and I hated our new house.
Sure, it was big. It looked like a mansion compared to our old house. It was a tall
redbrick house with a sloping black roof and rows of windows framed by black
shutters.
It’s so dark, I thought, studying it from the street. The whole house was covered
in darkness, as if it were hiding in the shadows of the gnarled, old trees that bent over
it.
It was the middle of July, but dead brown leaves blanketed the front yard. Our
sneakers crunched over them as we trudged up the gravel driveway.
Tall weeds poked up everywhere through the dead leaves. Thick clumps of weeds
had completely overgrown an old flower bed beside the front porch.
This house is creepy, I thought unhappily.
Josh must have been thinking the same thing. Looking up at the old house, we
both groaned loudly.
Mr. Dawes, the friendly young man from the local real estate office, stopped near
the front walk and turned around.
“Everything okay?” he asked, staring first at Josh, then at me, with his crinkly
blue eyes.
“Josh and Amanda aren’t happy about moving,” Dad explained, tucking his
shirttail in. Dad is a little overweight, and his shirts always seem to be coming
untucked.
“It’s hard for kids,” my mother added, smiling at Mr. Dawes, her hands shoved
into her jeans pockets as she continued up to the front door. “You know. Leaving all
of their friends behind. Moving to a strange new place.”
“Strange is right,” Josh said, shaking his head. “This house is gross.”
Mr. Dawes chuckled. “It’s an old house, that’s for sure,” he said, patting Josh on
the shoulder.
“It just needs some work, Josh,” Dad said, smiling at Mr. Dawes. “No one has
lived in it for a while, so it’ll take some fixing up.”
“Look how big it is,” Mom added, smoothing back her straight black hair and
smiling at Josh. “We’ll have room for a den and maybe a rec room, too. You’d like
that—wouldn’t you, Amanda?”
I shrugged. A cold breeze made me shiver. It was actually a beautiful, hot
