The Ghost Next Door (Classic Goosebumps #29)
R.L. Stine
Language: English
Pages: 144
ISBN: 0545828848
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Hannah's neighborhood has gotten a little--weird. Ever since that new boy moved in next door.
But when did he move in? Wasn't the house empty when Hannah went to sleep the night before? Why does it still look so deserted?
Hannah can't get any answers from her new neighbor. He just keeps disappearing in the oddest ways. And he's so pale...
Is Hannah being haunted by...
...the ghost next door?
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the mirror. I look okay, she thought. I don’t look like a crazy person. Her hair was damp from the wet night air. Maybe I’ll let it grow, she thought, watching it fall into shape around her face. I should have something to show for this summer! As she headed toward the front door, she heard loud bumping and banging above her head. The twins must be wrestling up in their room, she realized, shaking her head. She stepped back out into the warm, wet darkness, jogged down the front lawn to the
Hannah gazed up at the clear blue sky. The sun felt warm on her face. “Hey—look out!” an alarmed voice cried. Hannah felt a sharp pain in her back. She uttered a frightened gasp as she fell to the ground. 2 Hannah landed hard on her elbows and knees. She turned quickly to see what had hit her. A boy on a bike. “Sorry!” he called. He jumped off the bike and let it fall to the grass. “I didn’t see you.” I’m wearing Day-Glo green and orange, Hannah thought. Why couldn’t he see me?
the postmaster replied sharply. “I’m warning you—get away from here. This isn’t a hangout for you troublemakers.” He took a menacing step toward the three boys. Hannah saw Danny take a few steps back, his expression frightened. The other two boys stood their ground, staring at the red-faced postmaster defiantly. They were big, Hannah saw. Bigger than Danny. They appeared to be older than Danny. “I’m telling my dad you hurt Rusty,” the blond boy said. “Tell your dad you were trespassing,” Mr.
around, she thought wistfully. If only one of my friends was around! If only one of my friends would write. Such a lonely summer… She looked for Danny, but he never seemed to be around. When she finally saw him in his back yard one late afternoon, she hurried over to talk to him. “Hi!” she cried enthusiastically. He was tossing a tennis ball against the back of the house and catching it. The ball made a loud thock each time it hit the redwood wall. “Hi!” Hannah called again, jogging across
the grass. Danny turned, startled. “Oh. Hi. How’s it going?” He turned back to the house and tossed the ball. He was wearing a blue T-shirt over baggy black-and-yellow-striped shorts. Hannah stepped up beside him. Thock. The ball hit the wall just below the gutter and bounced into Danny’s hand. “I haven’t seen you around,” Hannah said awkwardly. “Uh-huh,” was his brief reply. Thock. “I saw you behind the post office,” she blurted out. “Huh?” He spun the ball in his hand, but didn’t throw
