Son of Slappy

From GOOSEBUMPS MOST WANTED #2: SON OF SLAPPYWas that a boy sitting on the edge of the front porch? He sat stiffly. His skinny legs were crossed. He was dressed in red and wore red shoes. His black hair gleamed in the sunlight. He didn't move as we walked toward him. He just stared at us with a big grin on his face."Who is that?" Rachel asked.We took a few steps closer. I laughed. It wasn't a boy. It was some kind of big doll.We stepped up to the front porch. "It's a ventriloquist dummy," I said. "Weird," Rachel murmured, staring down at its grinning face. "Why is it sitting here on the porch?""Beats me." I made a fist and tapped the top of its wooden head. "Hey, dummy.""Owww!" it cried. "Don't do that!" Excerpted from Son of Slappy by R. L. Stine All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.