Hike Up Devil's Mountain
What do you get when one ten-year old boy breaks into the
basement of an old abandoned house, that is to be demolished the next day, and
finds a mysterious glowing stick? Now add the school bully and his ten-year old
brother who also find their way to that basement. The bully wants that stick! A fight ensues and that bully is now a
toad.
What you get is a whirlwind adventure of two boys and a toad
that have to hike up Devil’s Mountain to find the only person who can help
them.
The dangers they meet along the way will keep you turning
those pages! There is a surprise ending
you just don’t see coming!
Teaser…..
Andy shut his eyes waiting
for the first blow. Nothing
happened. He squinted open his left eye
and saw Jason’s head cocked to one side, trying to see behind Andy’s back. “What have you got there, Andy Pandy?”
Uh oh, the glowing stick.
Andy wasn’t about to give that up.
“Nothing,” he told him, trying to back away but there was no place to
go.
“Oh I think there is something,” Jason sneered.
“It’s mine!” Andy shouted. “You will have to do your worst if you think
you are taking this from me!”
“No
problem,” Jason said, lunging forward. Andy tried to fake him out, pretending to run
one way and then the other. That didn’t
work. That never worked! Jason grabbed Andy’s arm that held the stick
and tried to grab it. Something was
going to break, and Andy wasn’t sure if it would be the stick or his arm. They both fell and were rolling on the
floor. Andy knew he was losing this
battle. No matter how hard he held on,
he could feel his new-found treasure start to slip out of his grasp.
“Jason, stop it!”
Danny shouted. “You’re acting like
a big dumb toad!”
“Yeah…you’re … acting… like…a…toad!” Andy gasped between
each word.
The stick exploded into a flash of light and then the
fight was over. Andy jumped up, trying
to fill his lungs with air. What
happened? Danny came running over to
where Andy stood. “Where’s Jason?” Andy couldn’t answer because he couldn’t
catch his breath. Danny yelled, “Jason,
where are you? Quit messing around!”
His chest still heaving, Andy stammered, “I don’t
know. I . . . don’t know what just
happened.”
They both looked to the floor. Under one of the boxes was what looked like a
pair of pants. “Jason!” Danny hurried to
lift the box. No Jason — just his
pants. Lying close by were his nice Nike
shoes, socks and a short distance away was his shirt. “What did you do?” he yelled at Andy.
“Nothing! I didn’t
do anything! I . . . don’t know!” Andy had no answers.
Danny tried again.
“Jason,” he screamed his name.
“Where are you?”
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