Visitors (Nightmare Room Series #12)

by R. L. Stine

Overview

You hold in your hand the key to a shadow world of shivers and screams. Take a step away from the safe, comfortable world you know. Unlock the door to terror. There's always room for one more in . . . The Nightmare Room.

Every night Ben Shipley searches the sky for beings from outer space.

But Ben doesn't know there's a real live alien much closer than he thinks!

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780061904462
Publisher:	HarperCollins
Publication date:	08/25/2009
Series:	Nightmare Room Series , #12
Sold by:	HARPERCOLLINS
Format:	eBook
Pages:	160
Sales rank:	518,419
File size:	476 KB
Age Range:	8 - 14 Years

About the Author

R.L. Stine has more than 350 million English language books in print, plus international editions in 32 languages, making him one of the most popular children’s authors in history. Besides Goosebumps, R.L. Stine has written other series, including Fear Street, Rotten School, Mostly Ghostly, The Nightmare Room, and Dangerous Girls. R.L. Stine lives in New York with his wife, Jane, and his Cavalier King Charles spaniel, Minnie. Visit him online at rlstine.com.

Hometown:

New York, New York

Date of Birth:

October 8, 1943

Place of Birth:

Columbus, Ohio

Education:

B.A., Ohio State University, 1965

Website:

http://www.rlstine.com

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

TO ALL ALIEN HUNTERS . . . TO ALL EARTH PEOPLE EVERYWHERE . . . A dangerous group of aliens is planning an Earth invasion sometime in the next week.

REMEMBER: NOT ALL ALIENS ARE THE SAME. This group is warlike and has no regard for human life. Their most likely plan of attack: to take over human bodies.

When the aliens come to your area, you will see clues. WATCH FOR THE FOLLOWING SIGNS:

1. People you know behaving strangely
2. Unusual lights in the sky
3. Spontaneous amphibian replication
4. The sudden growth of non-native plants (example: palm trees in Alaska)
5. Flashes of blue light
6. Swarms of insects out of season

I REPEAT: ALIENS WILL BE INVADING THE EARTH SOMETIME IN THE COMING WEEK. WE DON'T KNOW EXACTLY WHERE THEY WILL LAND. WATCH FOR THE SIGNS. IF YOU SEE THEM, CONTACT SOMEONE AT THE WORLD ALIEN ALLIANCE IMMEDIATELY.

Signed, Zandor

“Ben! Breakfast is ready!”

Mom's voice broke through my trance. I was sitting at my computer before school, reading a notice that had just appeared in one of my favorite chat rooms.

“Hurry up, honey!” Mom called. “You'll be late for school!”

I glanced at the message on the screen one last time. Zandor. What a wacko, I thought, switching off the computer.

My name is Ben Shipley. Why was I checking out this weird chat room? Well, you might say I'm a little obsessed. As long as I could remember, I wanted to meet an alien.

I don't think that is so weird, really, considering where my family lives'Bitter Lake, New Mexico. It's a small town near Roswell. There's a big military base in Roswell. Some of the kids atschool have parents who work there.

A lot of people say that aliens once landed in Roswell. I believe it.

Still, some people give us alien hunters a bad name. Like Zandor, the wacko in the chat room. “Spontaneous amphibian replication”? Like, all of a sudden there will be salamanders everywhere? Puh-leeze.

I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs for breakfast. Mom passed me on the stairs. She planted a kiss on my forehead.

“Good morning, sweetie,” she cooed.

“Morning, Mom,” I said, wiping her kiss off my forehead. She trotted upstairs to her room.

I love my mom, but sometimes I'm just not in the mood for her lovey-dovey stuff. She was always hugging me and my brother, Will, and telling us how much she loved us. Ecch.

In the kitchen, Dad and Will were sitting at the table, eating cereal. Biscuit, our dog, was gnawing on something under Will's chair.

“Good morning, Ben,” Dad said, glancing up from his coffee. Dad is stocky, bald, and wears gold-rimmed glasses. “Sleep well?”

I nodded.

“Look, Ben!” Will yanked something out of Biscuit's mouth.

It was an old troll doll with a goofy face and long blue hair, covered with dirt and dog drool. Biscuit had dug it up in the backyard.

Will waved the doll in my face. “Look!” he cried again. “This must be one of their babies. It's proof! Living proof, I tell you!”

Will cackled and waved the doll in the air. Biscuit, a shaggy little mutt with white and gray fur, whined, refusing to take her eyes off it.

“Biscuit wants her doll back,” I told him. “Give it back to her.”

Will made a weird face, flaring his nostrils and popping his blue eyes wide open. “They're in our skies!” he shouted. “They're everywhere! The aliens are coming! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

He ran out of the kitchen, laughing like a maniac. Biscuit scampered after him, still watching the doll.

“Dad, tell him to stop making fun of me,” I said.

Dad frowned at me. “Ben, you know how I feel about that UFO silliness.”

I sighed and shoved a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. I knew very well how Mom and Dad felt about my interest in aliens.

They didn't like it. They thought it was unhealthy and a waste of time.

But I didn't care. I knew I wasn't crazy.

I had proof that aliens had been here. Real proof. I'd found it just the day before.But I didn't want to tell Will about it. Or my parents.

Will made fun of me enough already. I knew he'd never take me seriously.

I couldn't tell my parents about it, either. Every time they caught me on the computer chatting with other believers, they threatened to take the computer away from me.

So I tried to hide my obsession from them. They wouldn't have been too happy to hear about what I'd found.

Dad pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. “Well, I've got to get to work,” he said. He had an office in town, selling commercial real estate. Mom worked with him part time.

He mussed my already messy brown hair. “Have a good day at school, Ben.”

“Thanks, Dad.” He walked to the foot of the stairs and called up to my mother. “Honey! I'm leaving!”

Biscuit trotted back into the kitchen with the troll doll in her mouth. She stopped and dropped it at my feet.

“Thanks, girl,” I said, patting her. I picked up the doll and stared at it. Biscuit scampered away.

Will bounded into the room and grabbed the box of cereal.

“Checking the doll for alien markings?” he teased. He reached into the box of cereal, pulled out a handful of sweet pink O's, and stuffed them into his mouth.

“At least I don't eat like a monkey,” I shot back.

“Ha ha,” he fake-laughed, spitting half-chewed cereal on the table.

We were only one year apart. He was in sixth grade, I was in seventh. But we never got along very well. We were just different from each other. The Nightmare Room #12: Visitors. Copyright © by R.L. Stine. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.