29 - Monster Blood III by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)

say?”
    “What will you eat?” Andy added. “You’ll probably have to eat sixteen meals a
day! And where will you sleep? And how can you go to school? There aren’t any
desks big enough for you. And what will you wear? They’ll have to make your
T-shirts out of bedsheets!”
    “You’re not cheering me up,” Evan murmured glumly.
    He felt his body tingle. Again, he could feel his skin stretching, feel all
of his muscles throb.
    “Ow!” he cried out as the top of his head banged against the ceiling.
    He had to lean over to rub his head.
    “Evan—you’re growing!” Andy exclaimed.
    “I know. I know,” Evan grumbled. The basement ceiling was at least nine feet
high. Evan had to stoop to keep from banging the ceiling. That meant he was more than nine
feet tall.
    A shiver of fear shook his body. He glanced around the basement. “I have to
get out of here!” he cried.
    Kermit returned to the room. He stopped and gawked at Evan. “You grew even
more!” he cried. “I’ll bet you weigh three hundred pounds!”
    “I don’t have time to weigh myself,” Evan replied, rolling his eyes. “I have
to get out of here. I’m so big, I can’t stand up. I’m so big, I—”
    He stopped. He felt himself grow a little more.
    “I’m too big now!” he cried. “I’m trapped down here! There’s no way I can get
out!”

 
 
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    “Stay calm,” Andy called up to him.
    “Calm? How can I stay calm?” Evan shrieked. “I’m going to spend the rest of
my life in this basement! I’m too big for the stairs!”
    “Mom won’t like that,” Kermit said, shaking his head.
    “Try the stairs!” Andy cried. “Maybe you can squeeze up if you hurry!”
    Evan turned to the basement stairs. “I—I don’t think I’ll fit,” he
stammered. The stairway appeared very narrow. And Evan was now very wide.
    “Come on,” Andy urged. “We’ll help you.”
    “You push and I’ll pull,” Kermit said, running to the stairs.
    Evan lumbered toward the stairs. His sneakers thudded heavily on the tile
floor. He stooped his shoulders to keep his head from crashing against the
ceiling.
    “Try not to grow any bigger!” Andy called, following closely behind him.
    “Great advice!” Evan replied sarcastically. “Do you have any more advice like
that?”
    “Don’t be nasty,” Andy scolded. “I’m only trying to help you.”
    “You’ve already helped me more than enough,” Evan grumbled.
    He felt his body start to tingle. His muscles started to throb.
    “No! Please—no!” He uttered a silent plea. I don’t want to grow any more!
    He sucked in a deep breath and held it. He shut his eyes tight and tried to
concentrate—concentrate on not growing.
    “I think I just saw you grow another few inches,” Andy called to him. “You’d
better hurry, Evan.”
    “How big is Evan going to get?” Kermit asked. He had climbed halfway up the
stairs. “Is he going to get bigger than an elephant?”
    “That’s not helpful, Kermit,” Evan muttered unhappily. “Please stop asking
questions like that—okay?”
    “If you get as big as an elephant, will you give me a ride?” Kermit demanded.
    Evan glared angrily at his cousin. “Do you know what elephants do to mice?”
he bellowed. Evan raised one foot and brought it down with a crunching thud to demonstrate to Kermit what elephants do to mice.
    Kermit swallowed hard and didn’t say anything more.
    Evan walked over to the stairway. He glanced up the stairs. “I don’t think I
can make it,” he told Andy. “I’m too big.”
    “Give it a try,” she urged. “You’ve got to, Evan.”
    Evan stepped on to the first step. Leaning low, he raised himself to the next
step.
    “You’re doing it!” Kermit cried happily. He stayed at the top of the stairs,
watching Evan’s progress eagerly.
    Evan took another step. The wooden stairs creaked under his weight. He tried
to lean on the banister. But it snapped beneath his hand.
    He climbed two more steps.
    He was a