Chicken Chicken (Goosebumps Series #52) by R. L. Stine

Author:R. L. Stine [Stine, R. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror Stories, Horror Tales, Juvenile Fiction, Magic, Witchcraft, Animals, Farm Animals, Horror & Ghost Stories, Humorous Stories, Fantasy & Magic, Children's Books, Horror, Fiction
ISBN: 9780439891134
Google: vpxRRnFEdTkC
Amazon: 0439891132
Publisher: Scholastic
Published: 2007-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

Mom and Dad stayed out very late. Cole and I tried to stay awake because we wanted to talk to them. But finally, we gave up and went to bed.

Sunday morning I woke up late. The sun was already high in the sky. Orange sunlight washed over my room from the open window. A soft breeze ruffled my feathers.

Huh? Feathers?

“Ohhhh.” I sat up with a groan. My neck itched like crazy. My arms itched, too.

I blinked myself awake. And stared at the white feathers up and down my arms.

I opened my mouth to scream. But all that came out was a choked “goggle goggle goggle.” Like a clucking hen.

I leaped out of bed and hurtled to the dresser mirror. I pulled down the top of my nightshirt and gasped. My shoulders and arms were covered with fluffy, white and brown feathers.

I brushed my hand over my lips. They had grown even harder. Hard as bone.

I saw something move in the mirror. I twirled around to find Cole in my bedroom doorway.

“Crystal—” he clucked. He staggered into the room. White feathers bristled on his shoulders and under his chin. They had grown back.

“Look at me!” I clicked.

“BLUCCK BLUCCCCK,” Cole replied.

I turned back to the mirror and started frantically pulling off my feathers. It hurt each time. But I didn’t care. I wanted them off!

It didn’t take long. I plucked them all off. Then I gathered them up and tossed them into the wastebasket. Then I helped Cole remove his feathers.

His lips had hardened during the night. His fingernails had grown. His hands suddenly looked sort of like claws.

“Vanessa,” he murmured.

I stared at him. I knew instantly what he meant.

I had been thinking the same thing all along. Remembering the horrible moment we spilled Vanessa’s groceries.

“Yes,” I agreed. “I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t want to believe it. But Vanessa did this to us. Vanessa is BLUUUUCCK BLUCCCK turning us into chickens.”

“Chicken chicken,” he clucked.

I heard clattering sounds downstairs in the kitchen. Mom and Dad!

“We have to BLUUUUCK tell them!” I cried. “We have to tell them everything!”

Cole and I both bolted for the bedroom door at the same time. We squeezed through together. Then we ran side by side down the hall.

I could hear Mom’s voice from the kitchen.

Cole and I started calling to her as we hurried down the stairs.

“Mom—we need BLUUUCCK help!” I cried. “It’s Vanessa. She really does have BLUUUCCK CLUUCK powers!”

“She’s turning us into chickens!” Cole called to Mom as we reached the downstairs hall and went running to the kitchen. “We’re growing feathers and everything!”

“It’s the truth!” I cried. “You’ve got to help us. Cole and I—BLUUUCK—we’re both turning into chickens!”

“That’s good news,” Mom replied calmly “I need two more chickens for the barbecue this afternoon.”

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