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  I love to scare my little brother, Randy. I tell him scary stories about monsters until he begs me to stop. And I’m always teasing him by pretending to see monsters everywhere.

  I guess that’s why no one believed me the day I saw a real monster.

  I guess that’s why no one believed me until it was too late, and the monster was right in my own house.

  But I’d better not tell the ending of my story at the beginning.

  My name is Lucy Dark. I’m twelve. I live with my brother, Randy, who is six, and my parents in a medium-sized house in a medium-sized town called Timberland Falls.

  I don’t know why it’s called Timberland Falls. There are a few forests outside of town, but no one cuts the trees down for timber. And there aren’t any falls.

  So, why Timberland Falls?

  It’s a mystery.

  We have a redbrick house at the end of our street. There’s a tall, overgrown hedge that runs along the side of our house and separates our yard from the Killeens’ yard next door. Dad’s always talking about how he should trim the hedge, but he never does.

  We have a small front yard and a pretty big backyard with a lot of tall, old trees in it. There’s an old sassafras tree in the middle of the yard. It’s cool and shady under the tree. That’s where I like to sit with Randy when there’s nothing better to do, and see if I can scare the socks off of him!

  It isn’t very hard. Randy scares easy.

  He looks a lot like me, even though he’s a boy. He’s got straight black hair just like me, only I wear mine longer. He’s short for his age, like me, and just a little bit chubby.

  He has a round face, rounder than mine, and big black eyes, which really stand out since we both have such pale white skin.

  Mom says Randy has longer eyelashes than mine, which makes me kind of jealous. But my nose is straighter, and my teeth don’t stick out as much when I smile. So I guess I shouldn’t complain.

  Anyway, on a hot afternoon a couple of weeks ago, Randy and I were sitting under the old sassafras tree, and I was getting ready to scare him to death.

  I really didn’t have anything better to do. As soon as summer came around this year and school let out, most of my really good friends went away for the summer. I was stuck at home, and so I was pretty lonely.

  Randy is usually a total pain. But at least he is somebody to talk to. And someone I can scare.

  I have a really good imagination. I can dream up the most amazing monsters. And I can make them sound really real.

  Mom says with my imagination, maybe I’ll be a writer when I grow up.

  I really don’t know about that.

  I do know that it doesn’t take a whole lot of imagination to frighten Randy.

  Usually all I have to do is tell him there’s a monster trying on his clothes upstairs in his closet, and Randy turns even whiter than normal and starts shaking all over.

  The poor kid. I can even make his teeth chatter. It’s unbelievable.

  I leaned back against the smooth part of the tree trunk and rested my hands on the grass, and closed my eyes. I was dreaming up a good story to tell my brother.

  The grass felt soft and moist against my bare feet. I dug my toes into the dirt.

  Randy was wearing denim shorts and a plain white sleeveless T-shirt. He was lying on his side, plucking up blades of grass with one hand.

  “Did you ever hear about the Timberland Falls toe-biter?” I asked him, brushing a spider off my white tennis shorts.

  “Huh?” He kept pulling up blades of grass one by one, making a little pile.

  “There was this monster called the Timberland Falls toe-biter,” I told Randy.

  “Aw, please, Lucy,” he whined. “You said you wouldn’t make up any more monster stories.”

  “No, I’m not!” I told him. “This story isn’t made up. It’s true.”

  He looked up at me and made a face. “Yeah. Sure.”

  “No. Really,” I insisted, staring hard into his round, black eyes so he’d know I was sincere. “This is a true story. It really happened. Here. In Timberland Falls.”

  Randy pulled himself up to a sitting position. “I think I’ll go inside and read comic books,” he said, tossing down a handful of grass.

  Randy has a big comic book collection. But they’re all Disney comics and Archie comics because the superhero comics are too scary for him.

  “The toe-biter showed up one day right next door,” I told Randy. I knew once I started the story, he wouldn’t leave.

  “At the Killeens’?” he asked, his eyes growing wide.

  “Yeah. He arrived in the middle of the afternoon. The toe-biter isn’t a night monster, you see. He’s a day monster. He strikes when the sun is high in the sky. Just like now.”

  I pointed up through the shimmering tree leaves to the sun, which was high overhead in a clear summer-blue sky.

  “A d-day monster?” Randy asked. He turned his head to look at the Killeens’ house rising up on the other side of the hedge.

  “Don’t be scared. It happened a couple of summers ago,” I continued. “Becky and Lilah were over there. They were swimming. You know. In that plastic pool their mom inflates for them. The one that half the water always spills out of.”

  “And a monster came?” Randy asked.

  “A toe-biter,” I told him, keeping my expression very serious and lowering my voice nearly to a whisper. “A toe-biter came crawling across their backyard.”

  “Where’d he come from?” Randy asked, leaning forward.

  I shrugged. “No one knows. You see, the thing about toe-biters is they’re very hard to see when they crawl across grass. Because they make themselves the exact color of the grass.”

  “You mean they’re green?” Randy asked, rubbing his pudgy nose.

  I shook my head. “They’re only green when they creep and crawl over the grass,” I replied. “They change their color to match what they’re walking on. So you can’t see them.”

  “Well, how big is it?” Randy asked thoughtfully.

  “Big,” I said. “Bigger than a dog.” I watched an ant crawl up my leg, then flicked it off. “No one really knows how big because this monster blends in so well.”

  “So what happened?” Randy asked, sounding a little breathless. “I mean to Becky and Lilah.” Again he glanced over at the Killeens’ gray-shingle house.

  “Well, they were in their little plastic pool,” I continued. “You know. Splashing around. And I guess Becky was lying on her back and had her feet hanging over the side of the pool. And the monster scampered over the grass, nearly invisible. And it saw Becky’s toes dangling in the air.”

  “And — and Becky didn’t see the monster?” Randy asked.

  I could see he was starting to get real pale and trembly.

  “Toe-biters are just so hard to see,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on Randy’s, keeping my face very straight and solemn.

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Just to build up suspense. Then I continued the story.

  “Becky didn’t notice anything at first. Then she felt a kind of tickling fee
ling. She kicked a little and told the dog to go away.

  “But then it didn’t tickle so much. It started to hurt. Becky shouted for the dog to stop. But the hurting got even worse. It felt like the dog was chewing on her toes, with very sharp teeth.

  “It started to hurt a whole lot. So Becky sat up and pulled her feet into the pool. And … when she looked down at her left foot, she saw it.”

  I stopped and waited for Randy to ask.

  “Wh-what?” he asked finally, in a shaky voice. “What did she see?”

  I leaned forward and brought my mouth close to his ear. “All the toes were missing from her left foot,” I whispered.

  “No!” Randy screamed. He jumped to his feet. He was as pale as a ghost, and he looked really scared. “That’s not true!”

  I shook my head solemnly. I forced myself not to crack a smile. “Ask Becky to take off her left shoe,” I told him. “You’ll see.”

  “No! You’re lying!” Randy wailed.

  “Ask her,” I said softly.

  And then I glanced down at my feet, and my eyes popped wide with horror. “R-R-Randy — look!” I stammered and pointed with a trembling hand down to my feet.

  Randy uttered a deafening scream when he saw what I was pointing at.

  All the toes on my left foot were missing.

  “Waaaaiiiii!”

  Randy let out another terrified wail. Then he took off, running full speed to the house, crying for Mom.

  I took off after him. I didn’t want to get in trouble for scaring him again.

  “Randy — wait! Wait! I’m okay!” I shouted, laughing.

  Of course I had my toes buried in the dirt.

  He should’ve been able to figure that out.

  But he was too scared to think straight.

  “Wait!” I called after him. “I didn’t get to show you the monster in the tree!”

  He heard that. He stopped and turned around, his face still all twisted up in fright. “Huh?”

  “There’s a monster up in the tree,” I said, pointing to the sassafras tree we’d just been sitting under. “A tree monster. I saw it!”

  “No way!” he screamed, and started running again to the house.

  “I’ll show it to you!” I called, cupping my hands around my mouth so he’d hear me.

  He didn’t look back. I watched him stumble up the steps to the back stoop and disappear into the house. The screen door slammed hard behind him.

  I stood staring at the back of the house, waiting for Randy to poke his frightened head out again. But he didn’t.

  I burst out laughing. I mean, the toe-biter was one of my best creations. And then digging my toes into the dirt and pretending the monster had gotten me, too — what a riot!

  Poor Randy. He was just too easy a victim.

  And now he was probably in the kitchen, squealing on me to Mom. That meant that real soon I’d be in for another lecture about how it wasn’t nice to scare my little brother and fill him full of scary monster stories.

  But what else was there to do?

  I stood there staring at the house, waiting for one of them to call me in. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder hard from behind. “Gotcha!” a voice growled.

  “Oh!” I cried out and nearly jumped out of my skin.

  A monster!

  I spun around — and stared at the laughing face of my friend Aaron Messer.

  Aaron giggled his high-pitched giggle till he had tears in his eyes.

  I shook my head, frowning. “You didn’t scare me,” I insisted.

  “Oh. Sure,” he replied, rolling his blue eyes. “That’s why you screamed for help!”

  “I didn’t scream for help,” I protested. “I just cried out a little. In surprise. That’s all.”

  Aaron chuckled. “You thought it was a monster. Admit it.”

  “A monster?” I said, sneering. “Why would I think that?”

  “Because that’s all you think about,” he said smugly. “You’re obsessed.”

  “Oooh. Big word!” I teased him.

  He made a face at me. Aaron is my only friend who stuck around this summer. His parents are taking him somewhere out west in a few months. But in the meantime he’s stuck like me, just hanging out, trying to fill the time.

  Aaron is about a foot taller than me. But who isn’t? He has curly red hair and freckles all over his face. He’s very skinny, and he wears long, baggy shorts that make him look even skinnier.

  “I just saw Randy run into the house. Why was he crying like that?” Aaron asked, glancing to the house.

  I could see Randy at the kitchen window, staring out at us.

  “I think he saw a monster,” I told Aaron.

  “Huh? Not monsters again!” Aaron cried. He gave me a playful shove. “Get out of here, Lucy!”

  “There’s one up in that tree,” I said seriously, pointing.

  Aaron turned around to look. “You’re so dumb,” he said, grinning.

  “No. Really,” I insisted. “There’s a real ugly monster. I think it’s trapped up there in that tree.”

  “Lucy, stop it,” Aaron said.

  “That’s what Randy saw,” I continued. “That’s what made him run screaming into the house.”

  “You see monsters everywhere,” Aaron said. “Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

  “I’m not kidding this time,” I told him. My chin trembled, and my expression turned to outright fear as I gazed over Aaron’s shoulder at the broad, leafy sassafras tree. “I’ll prove it to you.”

  “Yeah. Sure,” Aaron replied with his usual sarcasm.

  “Really. Go get that broom.” I motioned to the broom leaning against the back of the house.

  “Huh? What for?” Aaron asked.

  “Go get the broom,” I insisted. “We’ll see if we can get the monster down from the tree.”

  “Uh … why do we want to do that?” Aaron asked. He sounded very hesitant. I could see that he was starting to wonder if I was being serious or not.

  “So you’ll believe me,” I said seriously.

  “I don’t believe in monsters,” Aaron replied. “You know that, Lucy. Save your monster stories for Randy. He’s just a kid.”

  “Will you believe me if one drops out of that tree?” I asked.

  “Nothing is going to drop out of that tree. Except maybe some leaves,” Aaron said.

  “Go get the broom and we’ll see,” I said.

  “Okay. Fine.” He went trotting toward the house.

  I grabbed the broom out of his hand when he brought it over. “Come on,” I said, leading the way to the tree. “I hope the monster hasn’t climbed away.”

  Aaron rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m going along with this, Lucy. I must be really bored!”

  “You won’t be bored in a second,” I promised. “If the tree monster is still up there.”

  We stepped into the shade of the tree. I moved close to the trunk and gazed up into its leafy green branches. “Whoa. Stay right there.” I put my hand on Aaron’s chest, holding him back. “It could be dangerous.”

  “Give me a break,” he muttered under his breath.

  “I’ll try to shake the branch and bring it down,” I said.

  “Let me get this straight,” Aaron said. “You expect me to believe that you’re going to take the broom, shake a tree branch, and a monster is going to come tumbling down from up there?”

  “Uh-huh.” I could see that the broom handle wasn’t quite long enough to reach. “I’m going to have to climb up a little,” I told Aaron. “Just watch out, okay?”

  “Ooh, I’m shaking. I’m soooo scared!” Aaron cried, making fun of me.

  I shinned up the trunk and pulled myself onto the lowest limb. It took me a while because I had the broom in one hand.

  “See any scary monsters up there?” Aaron asked smugly.

  “It’s up there,” I called down, fear creeping into my voice. “It’s trapped up there. It’s … very angry, I think.”

 
; Aaron snickered. “You’re so dumb.”

  I pulled myself up to a kneeling position on the limb. Then I raised the broom in front of me.

  I lifted it up to the next branch. Higher. Higher.

  Then, holding on tightly to the trunk with my free hand, I raised the broom as far as it would go — and pushed it against the tree limb.

  Success!

  I lowered my eyes immediately to watch Aaron.

  He let out a deafening shriek of horror as the monster toppled from the tree and landed right on his chest.

  Well, actually it wasn’t a monster that landed with a soft, crackly thud on Aaron’s chest.

  It was a ratty old bird’s nest that some blue jays had built two springs ago.

  But Aaron wasn’t expecting it. So it gave him a really good scare.

  “Gotcha!” I proclaimed after climbing down from the tree.

  He scowled at me. His face was a little purple, which made his freckles look really weird. “You and your monsters,” he muttered.

  That’s exactly what my mom said about ten minutes later. Aaron had gone home, and I’d come into the kitchen and pulled a box of juice from the fridge.

  Sure enough, Mom appeared in the doorway, her eyes hard and steely, her expression grim. I could see right away that she was ready to give her “Don’t Scare Randy” lecture.

  I leaned back against the counter and pretended to listen. The basic idea of the lecture was that my stories were doing permanent harm to my delicate little brother. That I should be encouraging Randy to be brave instead of making him terrified that monsters lurked in every corner.

  “But, Mom — I saw a real monster under the hedge this morning!” I said.

  I don’t really know why I said that. I guess I just wanted to interrupt the lecture.

  Mom got really exasperated. She threw up her hands and sighed. She has straight, shiny black hair, like Randy and me, and she has green eyes, cat eyes, and a small, feline nose. Whenever Mom starts in on me with one of her lectures, I always picture her as a cat about to pounce.

  Don’t get me wrong. She’s very pretty. And she’s a good mom, too.

  “I’m going to discuss this with your dad tonight,” she said. “Your dad thinks this monster obsession is just a phase you’re going through. But I’m not so sure.”

  “Life is just a phase I’m going through,” I said softly.