Que trata del libro de terror escrito por R.L. Stine
Lectura en inglés justo a tiempo para el mes de octubre. Lector, ¿estás listo para el horror? How I Got My Shrunken Head (Cómo Conseguí Mi Cabeza Humana Reducida) 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💀🌴
Have you guys ever played Jungle King? It’s a computer game, and it’s really awesome. Unless you sink in the pit of quicksand or living vines crush you. You have to be fast to swing from vine to vine without letting them wind themselves around your body. And you have to catch the shrunken heads that are hidden under the trees and bushes. If you catch ten shrunken heads, you get an extra life. You need a lot of extra lives in this game. It’s not for beginners. My friends Eric and Joel play Jungle King with me. They’re twelve years old like me. My sister Jessica is eight. She spends all day going around in circles close to where we are when we’re playing, but we don’t let her play. Because she always throws herself into the pits of quicksand. She likes the sound of glup, glup, glup that she hears when her body is sinking. Jessica doesn’t understand the game. “Mark, why can’t we play a different game?” Joel asked me. I know why he wants to stop playing. A red rhinoceros just stepped on him, the most evil of all rhinoceroses. During our summer vacations, Joel, Eric, and I spent all our time upstairs, in my room, on the computer. Whereas Jessica, seated beside the window, read a book. The sunlight fell upon her, making her red hair shine. “Kah-li-ah!”, I shouted upon catching my eighth shrunken head. Kah-li-ah is my jungle cry. It’s a word that occurred to me all of a sudden, I suppose I invented it. My face was five inches away from the computer monitor. I ducked when from behind a fern full of leaves, appeared a bunch of spears flying towards me. “Kah-li-ah”, I threw out my battle cry when I caught another shrunken head. “Let’s go, Mark”, begged Eric. “Don’t you have any other games?”, asked Joel. “What about Crazy Basketball? That’s an awesome game!” “Or Mutant Football?, asked Eric. “I like this game”, I answered, with my eyes fixed on the screen. Why do I like Jungle King so much? I think it’s because I love to swing from vine to vine through the sky. You see, I’m kind of chubby. Actually, I’m short and chubby. I look a little like the red rhinoceroses. And that’s why I think I like being able to swing so high, fly over the ground like a bird. Also because it’s an amazing game. Joel and Eric don’t like the game because I always win. In our first game this afternoon, a crocodile split Joel in half. I imagine that put him in a bad mood. “You guys know what game my dad bought for me?”, asked Joel. “Solitaire Battle!” I got closer to the screen. I had to pass by one side of the biggest pit of quicksand. With one slip, I would sink in the sandy mud. “What type of game is it?” Eric asked Joel. “It’s a card game”, Joel told him. “You know, Solitaire. Except the cards fight against each other.” “Awesome”, responded Eric. “Listen, guys… I’m in a tough spot”. “Don’t bother me, okay? I have to concentrate. I’m right at the quicksand pit.” “But we don’t want to play anymore”, complained Eric. I hung on to a vine. I swung with force. Then I stretched to reach the next one. And then someone hit my shoulder. “Hey!” I saw out of the corner of my eye a few locks of red hair and I knew that it had been Jessica. She hit me again and she burst out laughing. I watched myself falling on the screen. And I sank in the bottomless pit of muddy slime. Glup, glup, glup. I died. I turned around really angry. “Jessica!” “It’s my turn!”, she said with a big smile, showing her teeth. “Now we have to start from the beginning again!”, I announced. “No way”, protested Eric. “I’m going home”. “Me too”, said Joel, adjusting his baseball cap. “One more game!”, I begged them. “Come on let’s go, Mark. We have to go outside”, said Joel, pointing out the shining light of the sun that entered through the window of the room. “Yeah. It’s an excellent day. We should play Frisbee or something like that,” suggested Eric. “Or we should take out our skateboards.” “One more game. After that we’ll go outside”, I insisted. I saw them heading for the door. I really didn’t want to stop playing the jungle game. I don’t know why I like jungles so much. But I’ve been obsessed with them since I was a little boy. I like to watch old movies about jungles on TV. And when we were little, we would pretend that I was Tarzan, the king of the jungle. Jessica always wanted to play too. So we let her be Chita, the talking chimpanzee. She was really good at doing that. Nevertheless, after she became six or seven, Jessica refused to be a chimpanzee. Instead of that she became a full-time nuisance. “I’ll play Jungle King with you, Mark”, she told me after my two friends left. “No way!”, I answered, shaking my head. “You just want to throw yourself in the pit of quicksand” “No. I’ll play like I’m supposed to play”, she promised. “I’ll try to win this time. Seriously.” I was just about to let her play when the doorbell rang. “Is Mom home?” I asked, trying to hear her footsteps. “I think she’s in the backyard”, Jessica responded. So, I went hurriedly to answer the door. Maybe Eric and Joel had changed their mind. Maybe they were back to play another round of Jungle King. I opened the front door. I stood there looking fixedly at the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life.