Vampire Breath (Classic Goosebumps #21)
R.L. Stine
Language: English
Pages: 160
ISBN: 0545298377
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Tough. That's Freddy Martinez and his friend, Cara. They're not afraid of anything. But that was before they went exploring in Freddy's basement. Before they found the secret room. Before they found the bottle of Vampire Breath.
Poor Freddy and Cara. They should have never opened that bottle of Vampire Breath. Because now there's a vampire in Freddy's basement. And he's very, very thirsty....
window,” she said. “There’s got to be a way out of this castle,” I told her, forcing myself to sound cheerful. “Come on. Let’s find the front door.” “Freddy — no.” Cara pulled me back. “We can’t just go running down the halls. Count Nightwing will see us.” “We’ll be careful,” I said. “Come on, Cara. We’ll find a way out.” We turned and jogged side by side past the empty coffins. Through the door. And into a long, dimly lit hallway. The hall appeared to stretch for miles. Dark wooden doors
tossed the red Frisbee back. A bad toss. Casey chased after it, but it sailed away from him. Margaret looked up to the golden hills beyond their backyard. California, she thought. It’s so weird out here. Here it is, the middle of winter, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and Casey and I are out in jeans and T-shirts as if it were the middle of summer. She made a diving catch for a wild toss, rolling over on the manicured lawn and raising the Frisbee above her head triumphantly. “Show-off,”
disc at him. He caught it at his knees and flipped it back to her. They tossed it back and forth without saying much for another ten or fifteen minutes. “I’m getting hot,” Margaret said, shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun with her hand. “Let’s go in.” Casey tossed the Frisbee against the garage wall. It dropped onto the grass. He came trotting over to her. “Dad always plays longer,” he said peevishly. “And he throws better. You throw like a girl.” “Give me a break,” Margaret groaned,
“Something is wrong,” Count Nightwing said, shaking his head. He frowned. “Something is terribly wrong.” I turned to Cara. “Did he bite you?” I choked out. Cara rubbed her neck. “No,” she whispered. “Something is wrong,” the vampire repeated softly. He raised a hand to his mouth. I watched him open his mouth and stick a finger inside. He shut his eyes and poked around in there. “My fangs!” he cried finally. His strange eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open. “My fangs! They’re gone!” He
Don’t let Cara and me drown in this disgusting mist. A few seconds later, I opened my eyes. Darkness all around. I blinked several times. A square of pale yellow light glowed in the distance. Moonlight pouring in through a window. Window? There is no window in this room! I told myself. I turned and saw Cara. She was swallowing hard, her eyes wide, glancing nervously around the room. “He — he’s gone,” she murmured. “Freddy — the vampire is gone.” I squinted into the dim light. “But where