My Zombie Hamster

Havelock McCreely

Language: English

Pages: 208

ISBN: 1606844911

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

A laugh-out-loud funny middle-grade debut with a scary twist, My Zombie Hamster will appeal to readers who like their animal stories mixed with chills. Fans of R.L. Stine's Goosebumps Most Wanted series will grab this one right up.

Matt Hunter and his buddies are looking forward to Christmas--actually, they're looking forward to receiving the latest sword-and-fantasy video game. But Matt's parents have other thoughts--they give him a fluffy little mammal, a hamster called Snuffles, for the holiday. And his grandmother makes it worse by giving him a hamster cage and wheel. But the hamster isn't all that cute--at least not after part of its cheek and belly fall right off--without bothering it a bit! And why is it staring at Matt with black beady eyes and a lean and hungry look?

Say hello to Anti-Snuffles, the zombie hamster! Or better yet, run!

This series combines middle-school readers' passions: humor, animals, and scary stories, into one unbeatable package.

Releases simultaneously in electronic book format (ISBN 9781606844922).

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He looked a bit like RoboCop. Or Judge Dredd. “It’s Christmas Day! ” said Mom, who happened to be first in line. “Why didn’t you do this last week? ” The man tilted his head down and stared at Mom. He probably expected this to intimidate her, but he obviously didn’t know my mom. “I’m cooking Christmas dinner,” she said. “You didn’t even let me turn the oven off. If my turkey burns I’m suing you. ” “Ma’am, do you think I want to be here? Don’t you think I’d rather be at home with my own family on Christmas Day?

My dad is … not a good dancer. You realize that’s an understatement? It’s like saying zombies like to eat brains. Have you ever seen a toddler trying to jump? They clench their little fists, bend their knees, screw up their faces in concentration, then try to make the leap. They launch, they jerk up, but their feet stay glued to the floor. That’s how Dad dances. He picks a spot and doesn’t budge from it, dancing in his strange, jerky bounce with a fierce look of concentration on his face. And pity the poor fool who tries to change the music while Dad’s away from his DJ table.

I will admit that I gave a slightly girlish shriek of fear. That was when she cracked up laughing. “Oh my gosh! ” she said. “You sound like a little girl. ” “No I don’t! ” I squeaked. I cleared my throat. “No I don’t,” I repeated in a more manly voice. “You totally do,” she said, dropping onto my bed and flipping through a comic book. I waited for my heart to calm down a bit, then stared at her curiously. “How do you feel? Any cravings for brains or living flesh? ” “No,” she said with a sigh. “Nothing like that.

Whispered Aren. Very good question. Where was she? There was a noise behind us. We whirled around. A faint whirring sound was drawing closer and closer. We watched in alarm as a white, glowing light materialized, illuminating tiny whirlwinds in the smoky powder. The light grew brighter, the noise louder, the smoke turning in twisting spirals around us. We shrank back against the bars of the cell behind us. A tall shadow materialized in the smoke. The minitornadoes gusted away to the sides, and the shadow moved forward to reveal—one of those little portable hand fans.

Write screenplay of our adventures. Sell it to Steven Spielberg, Tim Burton, or Peter Jackson for a million dollars. Live carefree, happy life with servants and butlers and as much dessert as I want. There. Not bad, huh? 10:00 a. m. I headed out to the park without Mom and Dad. They were both working with Charlie’s mom to come up with a way to get Charlie out of jail, but I knew it was a lost cause. Sometimes grown-ups talk and talk when what is really needed is action. The park outside city hall was already filled with people.

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