27 - A Night in Terror Tower by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead) Page A
Authors: R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)
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cabbages, green
vegetables, fruits, whole potatoes, and foods I didn’t recognize.
I didn’t see any plates or serving platters. The food was just strewn over
the long tables. People reached in and pulled out what they wanted.
They ate noisily, talking loudly, laughing and singing, taking long drinks
from metal wine cups, slapping the cups on the tabletop and toasting each other
merrily.
“They’re all eating with their hands !” Eddie exclaimed.
He was right. I didn’t see any silverware at the tables.
Two chickens, squawking loudly, fluttered across the floor, chased by a large
brown dog. A woman had two babies in her lap. She ignored them while she chewed
on a large hunk of meat.
“It’s a costume party,” I whispered to Eddie. We hadn’t the nerve to move
from the doorway. “This must be where those guys in the hoods were going.”
I gazed in amazement at the colorful costumes in the room. Long robes,
loose-fitting pajama-type outfits of blue and green, leather vests worn over
black tights. A lot of men and women wore animal furs around their shoulders—despite the blazing heat from the fireplaces.
In one corner, a man appeared to be wearing an entire bearskin. He stood
beside a giant wooden barrel, working a spigot, filling metal cups with a thick,
brown liquid that oozed from the barrel.
Two children in rags played tag under one of the long tables. Another child,
dressed in green tights, chased after one of the squawking chickens.
“What a party!” Eddie whispered. “Who are these people?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t understand what they’re saying too well.
Can you?”
Eddie shook his head. “Their accents are too weird.”
“But maybe someone in here can tell us how to get outside,” I suggested.
“Let’s try,” Eddie pleaded.
I led the way into the room. Even though I was walking slowly, timidly, I
nearly tripped over a sleeping hound dog.
Eddie followed close behind as I made my way up to one of the men turning the
roasting deer on the spit. He wore only knee breeches of some rough brown cloth.
His forehead and the top of his body glistened with sweat.
“Excuse me, sir,” I said.
He glanced up at me and his eyes bulged wide in surprise.
“Excuse me,” I repeated. “Can you tell us how to get out of the hotel?”
He stared at me without replying, stared as if he had never seen a
twelve-year-old girl in jeans and a T-shirt before.
Two little girls, wearing gray dresses down to the floor, walked up to Eddie
and me, staring up at us with the same shocked expression as the man. Their
streaky blond hair fell wild and tangled behind their backs. It looked as if it
had never been brushed in their lives!
They pointed at us and giggled.
And I suddenly realized that the entire room had grown silent.
As if someone had turned a knob and clicked off the sound.
My heart started to pound. The strong smell of the roasting deer choked my
nostrils.
I turned to find everyone in the room gaping in open-mouthed wonder. Staring
in silence at Eddie and me.
“I—I’m sorry to interrupt the party,” I stammered in a tiny, frightened
voice.
I let out a cry of surprise as they all climbed noisily to their feet. Food
toppled off the table. One of the long benches clattered to the floor.
More children pointed and giggled.
Even the chickens seemed to stop clucking and strutting.
And then an enormous red-faced man in a long white gown raised his hand and
pointed at Eddie and me. “It’s THEM!” he bellowed. “It’s THEM!”
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“Do they know us?” Eddie whispered to me.
We stared back at them. Everyone seemed to freeze in place. The man stopped
turning the deer on the spit. The only sound in the huge dining hall was the
crackle of the fires in the twin fireplaces.
The man in the white gown slowly lowered his hand. His face darkened to a
bright scarlet as he gaped at us in amazement.
“We just want to find the way out,” I
vegetables, fruits, whole potatoes, and foods I didn’t recognize.
I didn’t see any plates or serving platters. The food was just strewn over
the long tables. People reached in and pulled out what they wanted.
They ate noisily, talking loudly, laughing and singing, taking long drinks
from metal wine cups, slapping the cups on the tabletop and toasting each other
merrily.
“They’re all eating with their hands !” Eddie exclaimed.
He was right. I didn’t see any silverware at the tables.
Two chickens, squawking loudly, fluttered across the floor, chased by a large
brown dog. A woman had two babies in her lap. She ignored them while she chewed
on a large hunk of meat.
“It’s a costume party,” I whispered to Eddie. We hadn’t the nerve to move
from the doorway. “This must be where those guys in the hoods were going.”
I gazed in amazement at the colorful costumes in the room. Long robes,
loose-fitting pajama-type outfits of blue and green, leather vests worn over
black tights. A lot of men and women wore animal furs around their shoulders—despite the blazing heat from the fireplaces.
In one corner, a man appeared to be wearing an entire bearskin. He stood
beside a giant wooden barrel, working a spigot, filling metal cups with a thick,
brown liquid that oozed from the barrel.
Two children in rags played tag under one of the long tables. Another child,
dressed in green tights, chased after one of the squawking chickens.
“What a party!” Eddie whispered. “Who are these people?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t understand what they’re saying too well.
Can you?”
Eddie shook his head. “Their accents are too weird.”
“But maybe someone in here can tell us how to get outside,” I suggested.
“Let’s try,” Eddie pleaded.
I led the way into the room. Even though I was walking slowly, timidly, I
nearly tripped over a sleeping hound dog.
Eddie followed close behind as I made my way up to one of the men turning the
roasting deer on the spit. He wore only knee breeches of some rough brown cloth.
His forehead and the top of his body glistened with sweat.
“Excuse me, sir,” I said.
He glanced up at me and his eyes bulged wide in surprise.
“Excuse me,” I repeated. “Can you tell us how to get out of the hotel?”
He stared at me without replying, stared as if he had never seen a
twelve-year-old girl in jeans and a T-shirt before.
Two little girls, wearing gray dresses down to the floor, walked up to Eddie
and me, staring up at us with the same shocked expression as the man. Their
streaky blond hair fell wild and tangled behind their backs. It looked as if it
had never been brushed in their lives!
They pointed at us and giggled.
And I suddenly realized that the entire room had grown silent.
As if someone had turned a knob and clicked off the sound.
My heart started to pound. The strong smell of the roasting deer choked my
nostrils.
I turned to find everyone in the room gaping in open-mouthed wonder. Staring
in silence at Eddie and me.
“I—I’m sorry to interrupt the party,” I stammered in a tiny, frightened
voice.
I let out a cry of surprise as they all climbed noisily to their feet. Food
toppled off the table. One of the long benches clattered to the floor.
More children pointed and giggled.
Even the chickens seemed to stop clucking and strutting.
And then an enormous red-faced man in a long white gown raised his hand and
pointed at Eddie and me. “It’s THEM!” he bellowed. “It’s THEM!”
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“Do they know us?” Eddie whispered to me.
We stared back at them. Everyone seemed to freeze in place. The man stopped
turning the deer on the spit. The only sound in the huge dining hall was the
crackle of the fires in the twin fireplaces.
The man in the white gown slowly lowered his hand. His face darkened to a
bright scarlet as he gaped at us in amazement.
“We just want to find the way out,” I
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