It Came from Beneath the Sink! – Chapter 1🧟‍♂️🎃🦇🐺🧛‍♂️💀👻

Que trata del libro de terror escrito por R.L. Stine

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Lectura en inglés justo a tiempo para el mes de octubre. Lector, ¿estás listo para el horror? It Came from Beneath the Sink! (¡Lo Encontramos Debajo Del Fregadero!) es un libro de terror de la serie de libros Goosebumps (Escalofríos en español) escrita por el autor estadounidense R.L. Stine. Es una historia fácil de leer, divertida e ideal para iniciarse en la lectura.

🎃Chapter 1🎃

Before my brother and I found the strange little creature beneath the sink, we were a normal, happy family. In fact, I have to say that we were very lucky. Nevertheless, our luck changed quickly when we brought out the creature from its dark hiding place. This sad and terrifying story began the day we moved. “We’re here kids”, Dad said happily honking the horn when we turned the corner on Maple Street and parked in front of our new house. “Are you ready to get down to work, Kitty Kat?” My dad is the only person who can call me Kitty Kat. My real name is Katrina (Yuck!) Merton, but only my teachers call me Katrina. To everyone else I’m just Kat. “Of course, dad!”, I shouted. I jumped down from the van. “Woof! Woof!”, barked our cocker spaniel Killer in a sign of approval and he followed me down to the sidewalk. Daniel, my stupid younger brother, is the one who gave the dog that name. What a dumb name! Killer is afraid of everything. The only thing he’s capable of killing is a rubber ball! Daniel and I had already passed by the new house a bunch of times on our bikes. It’s only three blocks from where we used to live, on East Street. Nevertheless, we still couldn’t believe that we were going to live there. I mean, I always thought that our old house was really nice. But this place is astonishing! It has three floors, it’s located at the top of its own hill, it has yellow blinds, and at least a dozen windows. A white porch surrounds the entire house. The front yard must be the size of a football field. It’s not a house… It’s a mansion! Well, practically a mansion. Enormous… but not exactly luxurious. It’s what Mom calls “a big old, run down, comfortable house”. Actually, today it looked a little disorganized and old. Some of the blinds were beat-up, the lawn needed to be trimmed, and the whole place seemed to be covered with a few inches of dust. Nevertheless, like Mom said: “Nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a good cleaning, a coat of paint, and a couple of blows with a hammer”. Mom, Dad, and Daniel got out of the car, and we all stood excited looking at the house. Today I was finally going to see the inside! Mom pointed at the second floor. “Do you guys see that big balcony?”, she asked. That is the room where your father and I will sleep. The next room is Daniel’s. She lightly squeezed my hand. “The little balcony… that is protruding is your room, Kat”, she announced smiling. My own private terrace! I stood on my tiptoes to give my mom a big hug. “I love it”, I whispered in her ear. Naturally, Daniel started to complain immediately. He’s ten years old, but most of the time he acts like he’s two. “Why does Kat’s room have a balcony and mine doesn’t?”, he complained. It’s not fair! I want a balcony too! “Behave, Daniel”, I murmured. “Mom, tell him to be quiet!” I mean, am I not going to get something for being two years older or what? Well, almost two years. My birthday was two days away. “Quiet, kids!”, ordered Mom. “Daniel, you don’t have a balcony. But you’ll have something fun too… bunk beds. This way Carlo will be able to sleep over whenever you want.” “Great!”, shouted Daniel. Carlo is Daniel’s best friend. They are always together… and always bugging me. Daniel is nice…most of the time. But he always insists on being right. Dad calls him Mr. Know-it-all. And sometimes Dad calls him the Human Tornado because he runs all over the place like a whirlwind and makes a mess out of everything. I’m more like my dad… I’m quiet and calm. Well, generally calm. And our favorite meals are the same: lasagna, sandwiches with a lot of garlic, and mocha ice cream with chocolate chips. I even look like my father: tall and thin with a ton of freckles and reddish hair. Usually I wear my hair in a ponytail. The amount of hair my dad has doesn’t cause much concern. Daniel is more like my mother. He has straight, light brown hair that always falls over his eyes and what Mom calls a “robust” appearance. (That means he’s chubby.) Today, Daniel was definitely acting like a Human Tornado. He ran toward the green lawn and started to go around in circles. “It’s huge”, he shouted. “It’s gigantic. It’s… It’s… It’s a super house!” He jumped onto the lawn. “And this is a super yard! Hey, Katie, look at me… I’m Super Daniel!” “You’re super dumb!” I said to him, messing up his hair with my hands. “Hey, stop it! Let go of me!”, groaned Daniel. He took out his water gun and shot water on my shirt. “I captured you”, he said. “You’re my prisoner!” “I don’t think so”, I answered, grabbing the water gun. “Give me the gun!”, I ordered. I pulled it with more strength. “Give it to me!” “Okay!”, he said smiling. He let go of it so suddenly that I staggered backwards… and I fell on the sidewalk. “How dumb!”, Daniel mocked. I knew how to catch him. I got closer to the steps of the porch. “Hey, Daniel”, I called him. “I’m going to be the first to enter the new house!” “There is no way!”, he exclaimed, lifting himself up from the lawn. He leaped toward the steps, and he grabbed my elbow. “Me first!” “Me first!” At that moment, Dad approached from the road with a full box that had the word KITCHEN written on one of its sides. Two moving guys followed him, dragging our big blue sofa. “Listen you two, stop wasting time! Mom and I really need your help today. That’s why we let you skip school”, he said. “Daniel, take Killer inside… and give him some food and water. Kat, watch Daniel.” “And Kat, clean the inside of the cabinets in the kitchen, okay? Dad added. “Mom wants to start to put the plates and pots in their places right away”. “Of course Dad”, I answered. I saw that Daniel was rummaging through a box that was on top of the lawn. The box was marked with: CARDS AND COMIC BOOKS. “Hey, where’s the dog?” I yelled at him. He shrugged. “Daniel!” I said annoyed. “I don’t see Killer anywhere. Where is he?” He took out a bunch of baseball cards. “It’s alright. It’s okay. I’ll find him”, he muttered. He got up and headed for the sidewalk, calling for the dog. As soon as he disappeared from that part of the house, I quickly headed for the box marked with CARDS AND COMIC BOOKS and I went through it. I was sure that the little brat had robbed some of my comic books. I put them under my arm and went in the kitchen to clean the cabinets. A quick glance made me groan. The cabinets covered every inch of the spacious and well-lit room! Sighing, I took our paper towels and a bottle of cleaner from the box that said CLEANING SUPPLIES and I started scrubbing. I sprayed and scrubbed, sprayed and scrubbed. This could take me hours! After I finished one cabinet, I took a step back to admire my work. After, I got on my knees in front of the cabinet that was beneath the sink. However, something… a creaking noise, similar to the sound of a footstep on an old wooden step, made me stop. “What could that be?”, I asked myself, my heart began beating faster. I slowly opened the cabinet. I tried to look inside. I opened the door a little more. A little more. I heard the sound again. My heart was now beating violently. I opened the door of the cabinet a few more inches. And then, it grabbed me. A furry, dark claw. I couldn’t break free. I screamed. 😱