Deep Trouble (Classic Goosebumps #2)
R.L. Stine
Language: English
Pages: 144
ISBN: 0545035198
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Something scary is happening in GOOSEBUMPS HORRORLAND, the all-new, all-terrifying series by R. L. Stine. Just how scary? You'll never know unless you crack open this classic prequel!
In DEEP TROUBLE, find out why Billy Deep and his sister, Sheena, are afraid of dark lagoons, coral reefs, and anything that appears to be half-human, half-fish!
Now with all-new bonus materials including real-life shark tales and more.
“That means she likes it!” I said. “Wow,” murmured Alexander. He put down the plates and picked up his notebook. He scribbled some notes. “Isn’t that way cool?” I demanded. “I’m a scientist, too — aren’t I, Alexander?” He nodded but kept writing. “I mean, I’m the first person on earth to communicate with a mermaid — right?” I insisted. “If she stays with us long enough, you might be able to talk to her in sign language,” he said. “Just think of the things we could learn!” He spoke aloud as
he wrote, “Likes to eat squid.” Then he put down his pencil and said, “Hey, wait! That’s our lunch!” Uh-oh, I thought. I hope his feelings aren’t hurt. He looked at me. He looked at the bowl. He looked at the mermaid. Then he started laughing. “At least somebody around here likes my cooking!” he exclaimed. About an hour later, Dr. D returned with the groceries and supplies. Luckily, he had bought plenty of seafood in Santa Anita. We fed some of it to the mermaid for supper. While she ate,
hands pressed against the glass. “They’re pulling us under!” Dr. D cried. I gasped in terror, staring out at the hands, black outlines against the glass. Then, suddenly, the tank began to rise. Up out of the water, higher and higher. “Huh? What’s happening?” asked Sheena. “They — they’re pushing us back up!” I cried happily. “The mermaids aren’t taking revenge — they’re saving us!” Dr. D exclaimed. The tank brushed up against the Cassandra. I could see the mermaids’ tiny hands working
these waters thoroughly ever since you left. With my equipment, I searched every inch of the lagoon and all the surrounding waters. I am now more convinced than ever before that mermaids do not exist.” Yaaaay! I screamed to myself. I wanted to jump up and down and cheer my head off — but I stayed hidden with Sheena behind the cockpit. “But what about the fishermen’s stories?” Ms. Wickman protested. “The local fishermen have told mermaid stories for years,” Dr. D told her. “I think they believe
eyes and, leaving the mask wrapped around my wrist, stared toward the lagoon. That’s when I saw it. A few hundred yards away. Not the green fish tail of a mermaid. The fin I saw was a gray-white triangle sticking straight up in the water. The fin of a hammerhead shark. As I stared in horror, the fin turned in the water and then ripped toward me, moving steady and straight as a torpedo. 12 Where was Sheena? Was she still behind me? I glanced back. I could see her in the distance,