38 - The Abominable Snowman of Pasadena by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead) Page B

get it. I just don’t
get it. How could this be? Not a single shot of the creature. Not one.”
    I sighed. I felt so bad for Dad. I felt so bad for all three of us.
    No Abominable Snowman. No photos of the Abominable Snowman.
    It was almost as if he never existed. As if the whole thing never happened.
     
    Nicole and I left Dad in the darkroom to finish his work.
    We trudged around the house to the front. Nicole groaned and grabbed my arm.
“Oh, no! Look!”
    Across the street in the vacant lot, I saw the Miller twins kneeling down,
digging in the sand.
    “They’re digging up the snowballs!” I gasped.
    “Those creeps!” Nicole growled. “They must have been spying on us while we
buried them.”
    “We’ve got to stop them!” I cried.
    We hurried across the street, running full speed.
    I saw Kyle rip open the garbage bag—and pull out one of the snowballs.
    He swung back his arm and aimed at Kara.
    “No—Kyle! Stop!” I screamed. “Don’t throw it! Stop! Don’t throw it, Kyle!”
    THWOCK.
     
     
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