The Boy Who Ate Fear Street by R.L. Stine Read Free Book Online

hhhh!” I threw the bag to the floor.
    â€œVery funny.” Lissa rolled her eyes.
    â€œYeah, stop fooling around,” Kevin said. “Show us what’s inside.”
    Before I could stop her, Lissa bent down and snapped the bag off the floor.
    â€œDon’t look!” I shouted. “You don’t want to see what’s in there!”
    â€œSam, calm down.” Aunt Sylvie dug her fingers deep into my shoulder. “You seem to be a bit nervous today.” Then she laughed at me, mockingly.
    Lissa placed the bag on the table. “Let’s see—” she said, opening it.
    â€œDon’t!” I snatched the bag back. “It’s a pair of eyes. Human eyes!”
    â€œOh, don’t be silly.” Aunt Sylvie chuckled. She grabbed the bag from me. “They’re not real eyes at all.”
    She reached into the bag. “See? Stones. Beautiful midnight-blue stones.”
    â€œWhat are they for?” Kevin asked.
    â€œThey’re for Sam’s mother,” Aunt Sylvie replied. “I met her in the crafts store yesterday. She told me she was searching for blue eyes for a doll she’s making—”
    â€œSam’s mother makes really cool dolls,” Lissa interrupted.
    â€œYes. That’s what the owner of the crafts store said too. Well, I told Sam’s mother to search no further! I had the most beautiful blue stones from my last trip to Borneo. Perfect for eyes. And here they are!”
    Aunt Sylvie handed the bag back to me.
    I took it from her with a trembling hand.
    â€œSam, are you okay? Why is your hand shaking like that?” Aunt Sylvie asked.
    â€œI—I haven’t been feeling very well,” I told her. “Since the night I ate the rice pudding.”
    Aunt Sylvie leaned close to me.
    She lowered her face to mine.
    She stared deep into my eyes. Stared and stared, as if she were searching for something.
    â€œAh-ha! There it is,” she whispered. “I knew it would be!”

14

    â€œW hat?” What’s there?” I leaped up from my seat.
    â€œSit!” She pushed me down.
    She placed her hands on top of my head and began making circles with her fingers. Small ones at first, then larger ones.
    â€œOoooom,” she chanted deeply as she pressed her fingers into my skull. “Ooooma, ooooma, ooooma.”
    â€œWhat did you see, Aunt Sylvie?” Lissa asked. “What did you see in Sam’s eyes?”
    â€œToo much yin. Not enough yang,” she replied.
    â€œWhat’s that?” Kevin asked.
    â€œYin is everything that is dark, cold, and wet in nature.
    â€œYang is everything that is light, warm, and dry,” she tried to explain to us.
    â€œI learned all about it when I visited China. Sam has too much yin. He’s off balance. Not to worry though. I think I’ve cured him. I learned this technique from an old Chinese witch doctor.”
    â€œA witch doctor!” I jerked away.
    Aunt Sylvie circled my head one last time. “Oh, my!” She glanced up at the clock. “I’m going to be late for my skating lesson.”
    I watched Aunt Sylvie head out the cafeteria door.
    Why didn’t she stop by my house and give the doll eyes to my mother?
    Why did she give them to me in school?
    Weird, I thought. Really weird.
    I had to tell Kevin and Lissa about Aunt Sylvie now!
    â€œSomething is wrong with me,” I started to say. “Something terrible.”
    Kevin and Lissa stared at me, waiting for me to go on.
    I picked up the pepper shaker from the table and unscrewed the lid. “You’re not going to believe me,” I went on. “But you have to.”
    Kevin and Lissa nodded.
    I poured some pepper into my hand.
    â€œIt started the night I ate dinner at your house.”
    â€œSam, what are you doing?” Lissa glanced down at my palm.
    I lifted my hand to my mouth.
    I lapped up the pepper in my hand.
    â€œSam! That’s disgusting!”