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

after Aunt Sylvie put those black flakes in my rice pudding,” I finished. “I was fine before that. Perfectly fine.”
    â€œFleas! You ate fleas!” Lissa gagged. “That’s disgusting.”
    â€œBut we all ate the rice pudding,” Kevin said. “Nothing weird happened to us.”
    â€œNo, you didn’t,” I reminded him. “I was the only one who tasted the rice pudding. Then AuntSylvie poured the black flakes down the drain. Remember—she wouldn’t even taste them. She just threw them out. Then everyone ate ice cream.”
    â€œWhy would Aunt Sylvie put a curse on you?” Kevin demanded.
    â€œBecause she doesn’t like picky eaters!” I exclaimed.
    â€œThat’s ridiculous,” Lissa declared.
    â€œThen how would you explain what’s been happening to me?” I asked.
    â€œI don’t know, but it’s not Aunt Sylvie’s fault,” she replied.
    â€œIt is!” I insisted, totally frustrated. “Aunt Sylvie put a curse on me. You’ve got to believe me.” I banged my hand on the table hard.
    â€œLook, Sam. You cut yourself,” Kevin said, gazing down at my hand.
    â€œI don’t care about my hand!” I shouted. “I’m under a curse!”
    â€œLook at your hand, Sam!” Kevin exclaimed.
    â€œLook!” Lissa said, her eyes growing wider and wider.
    I gazed down at my hand.
    Blood oozed from the cut and dripped onto the table.
    A thick stream of blood.
    Bright blue blood.

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    â€œB lue blood!” I shrieked. “I have blue blood!”
    â€œIs—is it real?” Lissa stammered.
    â€œOf course it’s real!” I shouted. I grabbed a napkin from the table and pressed it to my hand. The napkin soaked up the blood and turned bright blue instantly.
    â€œWhy—why is it blue?” she asked.
    â€œI don’t know why it’s blue,” I cried. “Something made it blue—or someone.”
    I lifted the napkin from my hand and a thick stream of blue blood squirted from the cut. It splattered all over Lissa’s light yellow T-shirt.
    â€œEwww!” She jumped back. “Wipe it off me!”
    Kevin grabbed a napkin and tried to blot the blood from Lissa’s shirt.
    â€œNow do you believe me?” I asked. “Something weird is going on. Something really weird! And it started after I ate those black flakes.”
    â€œI can’t believe this is Aunt Sylvie’s fault,” Lissa argued. “She would never hurt anyone.”
    Kevin agreed. “But I bet she can figure out what’s wrong with you,” he said. “She knows all kinds of cool things.”
    Right, I thought. Like how to poison someone.
    I glanced down at my hand. Fresh blood dripped from the cut. Fresh blue blood.
    â€œI’m going home!” I told them. “I have to find my parents and tell them what’s been going on. I have to tell them before it’s too late.”
    I wrapped another napkin around the cut and ran all the way home.
    â€œMom! Mom!” I called from the front door. “Come quick.”
    Fred trotted over to greet me. He sniffed at my bandaged hand and backed away.
    â€œMom! Where are you? I need you.”
    My mother wasn’t home.
    I raced into the kitchen to find Dad’s telephone number at work. I called his office, but the man who answered the phone said Dad was out to lunch.
    What am I going to do now?
    I don’t know where Mom is. Or when she’ll be back. I can’t wait for Dad to come back from lunch — I don’t know how long someone can live with blue blood.
    A doctor! That’s it—I’ll call a doctor.
    I searched through Mom’s phone book.
    I skimmed every single page.
    But I couldn’t find the name of a single doctor—except for Dr. Stone, Fred’s veterinarian.
    Should I go to the vet?
    Yes. I had no other choice.
    I dashed out of the house and ran right into