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Wanted
Book: Wanted Read Online Free
Author: R. L. Stine
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night. And he was always falling out of his old bed and hurting himself.
    â€œWhat’s the story about?” he asked, fluffing the pillow behind his head. “Don’t make it too scary, okay?”
    â€œOkay. Not too scary,” I said. Total lie.
    â€œTonight’s story is about an evil old man. The man was so evil, he could turn himself into a snarling, clawing monster. Just by concentrating on being evil.”
    â€œWhat’s his name?”
    â€œHis name was Mitch,” I said. “Now, stop interrupting.”
    â€œNo. Really. What was his name?”
    â€œHis name was Evil Boris. But people just called him Evil. Everyone was afraid of him. Every night, Evil Boris would take a walk around town and do something evil.”
    â€œLike what?”
    I had the bedroom lights turned low. Mitch’s dark eyes glowed in the dim light, wide with fright. His hands gripped the top of the blanket. I told the story in a whisper, just to make it scarier.
    â€œEvil Boris liked to step on cats. Some nights he picked up big metal trash cans and poured garbage onto people’s cars. He crushed birds in his bare hands. He liked to smash windows on houses just to hear the crackling glass sound. And … and guess what else?”
    â€œWhat else?” Mitch asked in a tiny voice.
    â€œOnce a week, he ate someone.”
    â€œHe ate people?” Mitch asked.
    â€œHe only ate kids, about your age,” I said.
    I almost laughed. I love making up these stories. And it makes me happy when I can think of creepy ideas like that.
    â€œHe liked to taste them first. Maybe he’d start by chewing on an arm. Sometimes he started with a leg. But the strange thing is … Evil Boris always saved the head for last.”
    Mitch made a gulping sound.
    â€œCan you picture it?” I whispered. “Can you picture Evil Boris turning himself into a fanged monster and pulling apart someone your age … chewing … chewing … chewing and swallowing.”
    â€œStop, Lu-Ann,” Mitch begged. “I don’t want to picture it. You said you wouldn’t make it too scary.”
    â€œBut I didn’t tell you the scary part,” I whispered. “Don’t you want to hear the scary part?”
    â€œNo!” Mitch shouted. “No, I don’t.”
    â€œThe scary part is … Evil Boris lives in your closet, Mitch. He lives in the back of your clothes closet.”
    â€œNoooo!”
    Uh-oh. I think I went too far. Mitch was starting to lose it.
    I could see the bedcovers trembling. And I saw the dark glow of his wide, frightened eyes.
    â€œMitch,” I said softly. I patted his shoulder. “It’s just a story. It isn’t true.” I smoothed a hand through his thick, dark hair. “I made the whole thing up. Don’t be afraid.”
    â€œToo scary,” he murmured. His eyes were on the clothes closet across the bedroom.
    â€œGo ahead. Check out the closet,” I said. I tugged him up. “Go look in the closet. You’ll see. It’s empty. There’s no one in there.”
    He pulled back. “I don’t want to.”
    â€œIt’s just a story,” I said. “Quick. Go look in the closet. Prove it to yourself. Then you can go to sleep.”
    He climbed slowly to his feet. His eyes were locked on the closet door. He crossed the room to the closet.
    â€œGo ahead. Open it,” I urged. “You’ll see. No one there.”
    Mitch grabbed the door handle. He pulled open the door — and a hideous old man with long curled fangs and a dangling eyeball came roaring out at him.
    Mitch opened his mouth in a shriek of horror.
    I clapped my hands to my face. “My story!” I cried. “It came true !”

Mitch fell on his back, screaming.
    The disgusting old man stopped. He raised both fists above his head and roared like a raging lion.
    I burst out laughing.
    My friend Brad Delaney pulled off the
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