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? 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.
Al final del tercer capítulo, nuestra protagonista Kat y su hermano Daniel, el mocoso, descubrieron que esa esponja vieja y redonda está viva. Han encontrado a Bob Esponja? 🧽Hoy nos toca leer el cuarto capítulo.
🎃Chapter 4🎃
Ouch! They could probably hear Daniel’s howl of pain a couple of blocks away. That got Mom’s attention. She came in through the back door. “What happened? Who shouted? Did something bad happen?” Mom asked. Daniel came out from under the sink, holding his head. He looked at us with half-shut eyes. “I hit my head on the sink”, he hollered. “Kat pushed me!” Mom kneeled down and put her arm around Daniel. “Poor baby”, she said consoling him. She gave him a gentle pat on the head. “I didn’t push him”, I said. “I didn’t even touch him.” Daniel groaned and rubbed his head. “It really hurts”, he complained. “I’m probably going to have a huge bump.” He looked at me furious. “You did it on purpose! And anyways, it’s not your sponge. It was in the house. So it belongs to all of us!” “It is so my sponge!” I insisted. “What’s your problem? What’s with you, Daniel? Why do you always want what’s mine?” “That’s enough!” yelled Mom, losing her patience. “I can’t believe you two are fighting over a dumb sponge!” Mom turned towards me. “Kat, you’re supposed to be watching your brother, right?” she asked. “And you, Daniel, don’t take things that aren’t yours.” She turned to leave the room. “Not another word about that dumb sponge! Or you’ll both be sorry!” As soon as Mom left, Daniel stuck his tongue out at me and crossed his eyes. “Thanks for getting me in trouble”, he grumbled. He left the kitchen, with Killer following close behind him. Alone in the kitchen, I bent down, put my hand under the sink and took the sponge. “Everyone’s shouting around here”, I whispered to the sponge. “Are you causing a lot of trouble… or no?” I felt a little silly for talking to a sponge. Nevertheless, it didn’t seem to be a sponge after all. “It’s warm”, I thought surprised. “Warm and damp”. “Are you alive?” I asked the wrinkled ball. I closed the palm of my hand gently around it… and the strangest thing ever happened. The sponge began to move in my hand. Well, it wasn’t moving exactly. It was pulsating… gently and pleasantly. Ca-chunk. Ca-chunk. It moved like the plastic heart we used in science class. “Could what I was feeling be a heartbeat? I inspected the thing with great curiosity. I passed my fingertips over the wrinkles that covered it, pulling back the folds of spongy and damp material. “Wow!” I shouted, surprised. Two black and moist eyes looked at me fixedly. I shuddered. Yuck! Gross! “You’re not a sponge”, I thought. “Sponges don’t have eyes, or do they? What are you?” I needed some answers. Fast. But who could I ask? Not Mom. She didn’t want to hear about the sponge. “Dad!” “Dad!” I called him, moving quickly toward the living room. “Where are you?” “Mmmmmf”, he shouted. “Mmmmmf.” “What?” I shouted, running through the house. “Oh, there you are.” Dad was standing on a ladder in the foyer of the house. He had a hammer in one hand and a big roll of black electric tape in the other hand. And a whole bunch of nails in his mouth. “Mmmmmmf”, he murmured. “Dad, uh, what are you trying to say?” I asked him. He took the nails out of his mouth. “Sorry” he groaned. “I have to make this chandelier work. These old wires…” He looked intently at a bunch of tools that were on the floor. “Kat, pass me the pliers. If I can’t manage to do this. I’ll have to call the electrician. Dad is really good at making flowers and grass grow. But when it comes to handyman things around the house, he messes things up. Really often. One time, he tried to fix a ceiling fan… and he caused a power outage in the whole community. “Here you go, Dad”, I passed him the pliers and I held the sponge up. “Look at this”, I said to him. I stood up on my tiptoes so that he could see the sponge up close. “I found it beneath the sink and it’s warm. It has eyes and it’s alive. I don’t know what it is.” Dad looked down from under his baseball cap. “I’ve got to take a look at it”, he said. I put the sponge up higher so that he could reach it. I didn’t see that the ladder was wobbling. Nor did I see that he started to fall. I only saw that the expression on Dad’s face changed. I saw his eyes getting bigger. And his mouth opened wide to let out a surprised shout. As he was falling, he grabbed the ceiling light to stop himself. “No!” The chandelier fell also crashing on his head. Dad went flying off the ladder. He lay stretched out on the floor of the foyer completely motionless. “Mom! Ma… Mom! Mom! I screamed. Come quick! It’s Dad!”