Goosebumps

Chapter 27: Chatting

Slappy

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I woke up during the middle of the night, my eyes wide open, sitting up from the couch. I don't know why I woke up, but I did. I began to feel dread in me, the memories of me and Stine having great times during the great days we had with each other. It was in the form of a dream; a good dream.

In the dream, I was released out of my book for the first time. I was stunned when I found out that I was in the living room of his old home back in Columbus, Ohio after I was free from my own manuscript.

I was like a little kid, curious of what he had in his home. He had a lot of nick-knacks around his first home to where I wanted to see everything, wanting to get my wooden hands on them.

Of course, Stine wouldn't let me do anything like that. He was strict when it comes to his stuff, not wanting a simple finger print on any object of his living room. In fact, he gave me clear rules, making sure I agreed with them.

I did. At first rules were fine. It keeps parents' children out of trouble. I didn't seem like a big deal to me, anyway. I made sure to stay out of trouble.

He even told me about the job I have to do. A job to scare his bullies away from his home. He clearly didn't want to be around them. The look on his face told me what they'll do to him. When he'll talk about them, he'll be in the verge of crying. He manages to bring out every word about those idiots.

I was ticked off after every detail of what they'll do to him. He told me they'll make fun of him for his allergies for not being able to go outside. It was a time where he was still searching for the right meds to control them.

I never knew what it was until the one time he had to step outside to get the mail from the mailbox on the exact same day when I was out of my book. He'll be sneezing like crazy, almost sounding like a volcano ready to explode again.

I'm lucky to be a wooden puppet. I don't have to eat or suffer allergies like most humans would do in their normal lives.

Of course, I did my job. It was fun frightening those idiotic pests who'll wonder to our front yard or back yard. A lot of the times, I'll just spring out at them from one of the bushes or be sitting on a porch like some kind of Halloween prop, waiting eagerly for any of them to notice me, thinking that I wasn't...real.

"Of course, I am real!" I would exclaim in a frightening but eerie and chilling voice. The cruel people would scream their heads off, sputtering, pointing fingers at me as I'll get up and walk towards them. "What's the matter?" was the next thing I'll say to make them feel even more terrified. "Never seen someone like me? I'm pretty cute, huh?" There would be no answer from no one. "You don't think I'm cute? Well, do you know what I think of you guys?" A minute would pass with nothing from these jerks. "I think you people are a waste!" I'll cry out, my face twisting in anger. "Who do you think you are?! Making fun of my papa!"

Yes, it was right before I started calling him Stine.

However, the dream turned into a nightmare. It started off slow until it progressed. I was heavily scared when he came up to me with my book.

"No!" I let out a scream of terror, watching him open my book. "No! Stop! I didn't do anything!" The wind began to pick up, the lights going on and off. "Papa, stop!"

That was the part that made me wake up from it.

Now here I am, gripping the blanket. I don't know how I got it, but I'm guessing Stine gave it to me when I passed out on the couch.

Throwing the blanket over across to the other side of the living room furniture, getting off of it, fixing my gray trousers that matched my suit.

After getting them straightened out, I proceeded to the stairs. I wanna see if Stine is awake at this hour, but knowing the time, he'll probably not be.