“What’s in it for me?” Kevin asked without turning around.
“Uh…” I thought quickly. “I’ll be your servant for a week, Kevin,” I said. “I’ll do all your lawn chores. I’ll mow the lawn. I’ll water and weed. And… I’ll do the dishes every night. And I’ll clean your room.”
He turned and narrowed his eyes at me. “Get serious,” he muttered.
“No. Really!” I insisted. “I’ll be a total servant. Total! For a whole week.”
He turned off the nozzle. The water fizzled, then slowed to a drip. “How about for a month?” he said.
Whoa. A month was a long time. A month of doing all of Kevin’s chores and jumping at his every command. A whole month…
Was it worth it? Was it worth turning myself into a pitiful, overworked servant for a month just to scare Courtney?
Of course it was!
“Okay,” I said. “A month.”
He grinned and shook my hand. His hand was wet from the hose.
He handed the hose to me. “Take over, servant,” he ordered.
I took the hose from him. Water dripped onto the front of my jeans.
“When do you want the three Mud Monsters to appear?” Kevin asked. “When do you want to scare Courtney?”
“Tomorrow night,” I replied.
23
I’m not really sure how the legend of the Mud Monsters got started. I heard about them first from another kid when I was little. The kid was trying to scare me, and he did a pretty good job of it.
The legend goes something like this:
Some early settlers of our town were too poor to build houses. So they set up little huts in the woods along the banks of Muddy Creek.
The creek was much bigger then, much deeper and wider. It wasn’t just a muddy trickle of water the way it is today.
The people were poor and hard-working and, pretty soon, they’d built an entire village of huts along the creek. But the people in town looked down on them. They refused to help them in any way.
The town officials refused to share the city water supply with the Muddy Creek people. The store owners refused to let them buy anything on credit.
Many of the Creek people were going hungry. Many of them were sick. But the town refused to help.
This all happened over a hundred years ago. Maybe even longer.
One night, there was a terrible rainstorm. Pouring rains and hurricane winds.
Before the Creek people could run to safety, the creek rose up. The muddy banks towered up like a tidal wave, a tidal wave of heavy, black mud.
The mud swept over the village. It buried all the huts and all the people. Like lava from a volcano, it buried everything beneath it.
The next morning, there was nothing left of the village. The creek rolled by, high on its muddy banks. The woods were silent and empty.
The village and all the people were gone.
Only not completely.
According to the legend, once a year when the moon is full, the villagers rise up from the mud. They’re monsters now, half-dead and half-alive. They’re Mud Monsters.
And once a year the Mud Monsters pull themselves up from their muddy graves to dance in the moonlight—and to seek revenge on the townspeople who refused to help them.
That’s the local legend, as much as I know of it.
Of course it isn’t true. But it’s a really good story, I think. And it’s been told again and again, passed on from one generation to the next.
The story has scared an awful lot of kids. Including me.
And now, on Sunday night, Kevin and his two fellow Mud Monsters were about to terrify Courtney, the girl who couldn’t be terrified.
At a little after seven, Kevin was in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on his costume. He had thick, brownish-orange mud caked over his face and hair. He wore a loose-fitting black shirt over baggy black jeans. His clothing was dripping with mud, too.
I stepped into the doorway and examined him as he piled more thick goo onto his hair. “Yuck. You really look gross,” I told him.
“Thanks, punk,” he replied. “Did you finish loading the dishwasher?”
“Yes,” I said grudgingly.
“And did you collect all my dirty clothes from my room and put them in the hamper?”
“Yes,” I muttered.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected me. “A servant should always be polite.”
“Yes, sir,” I repeated. He had been running me ragged ever since I’d agreed to be his servant. It was truly unbelievable how many chores he found for me to do!
But now the big moment was rapidly approaching, the moment that would make my month of drudgery worthwhile.
Kevin turned to me. “How do I look?”
“Like a pile of mud,” I replied.
He smiled. “Thanks.” I followed him down to the front hall. He picked up the car keys from the little table. “I’m going to drive over and pick up my two friends,” he said, admiring his gruesome appearance in the hall mirror. “Then we’ll find hiding places in the woods. Want a lift?”
I shook my head. “No. Thanks. I’ve got to go to Molly’s first. There’s one little detail we have to take care of.”
“What’s that?” Kevin asked.
“Getting Courtney to the woods,” I replied.
24
“Hi, Eddie. What’s going on?” Molly’s dad asked.
We were standing in Molly’s kitchen. Her dad pulled open the refrigerator and removed a can of ginger ale. Then he searched the shelves, squinting into the light.
“Nothing much, Dad,” Molly replied nervously. “Eddie and I are just hanging out.”
He turned away from the refrigerator. “You two want to play some Scrabble or something?”
“No. No thanks,” Molly replied quickly. “Not tonight, okay?”
I glanced up at the kitchen clock. It was getting late. We didn’t have time for any long discussions with Molly’s dad. We had to get Courtney to the woods.
“How about some card games?” her dad said, sticking his head back in the refrigerator. “You’ve been wanting me to teach you poker. I don’t have much to do tonight, so—”
“Eddie and I have to talk about stuff,” Molly said. “And… uh… we have to call some kids.”
Her dad looked hurt. He pulled some cold cuts from the fridge and started to make a sandwich. “You two hungry?”
“No. We’re not,” Molly replied impatiently. She pulled me toward the den.
“Molly, we’ve got to hurry,” I whispered.
“Tell me about it,” Molly said dryly. She pushed her glasses up on her nose. “Here. You can listen on this phone, Eddie. I’ll go upstairs and call Courtney.”
“What are you going to say? You’re not going to pretend to be Denise?” I was starting to feel really nervous. We should have called Courtney a lot earlier. We shouldn’t have waited until the last minute.
Molly flashed me a mysterious smile. “You’ll see,” she said slyly. Then she disappeared upstairs.
I paced back and forth in the den for a minute or so, giving Molly time enough to dial. Then I carefully picked up the receiver and held it to my ear.
Molly already had Courtney on the phone. “Who is this?” Courtney was asking.
“It’s Molly,” was the reply.
I held my breath. Why was Molly telling Courtney the truth?
“Hi, Molly. What’s up?” Courtney asked, surprise in her voice. She and Molly had never exactly been pals.
“I heard something I thought you’d be interested in,” Molly said breathlessly. “I just heard that the Mud Monsters are supposed to appear at the creek tonight.”
There was a long silence on Courtney’s end. Finally, she said, “This is a joke, right?”
“No,” Molly answered quickly. “I really heard it. They said it’s a full moon, and this is the night the Mud Monsters rise up every year.”
“Molly, give me a break,” Courtney said sarcastically. “Come on. Why’d you
call me?”
She isn’t buying it, I thought, gripping the phone tightly, too nervous to breathe. Courtney isn’t buying it. Molly’s idea is a flop.
“Well, Courtney, you said in school that you believed in monsters,” Molly said. “And so when I heard about the Mud Monsters, I thought you would be really desperate to see them.”
“Where did you hear about this?” Courtney demanded suspiciously.
“On the radio,” Molly lied. “I just heard it on the radio. They said the Mud Monsters were going to rise up in the woods tonight when the moon is up.”
“Well, you go,” Courtney said coldly. “You can tell me about it in school on Monday.”
Oh, no, I thought. Failure. Total failure. The whole plan is a bust. My brother is going to kill me!
“Well, I might go,” Molly told Courtney, not giving up. “I mean, you don’t get a chance to see real monsters very often. But if you’re scared, Courtney, you should stay home.”
“Huh? What did you just say?” Courtney demanded, her voice rising shrilly.
“I said,” Molly repeated, “if you’re too scared, you definitely should stay away from the woods.”
“Me? Scared?” Courtney’s voice was almost high enough for only dogs to hear. “I’m not scared of any Mud Monsters, Molly. I’ll see you there in ten minutes. Unless you’re too scared.”
“No. Really. Stay home,” Molly told Courtney. “I don’t want to be responsible. If you start to panic and you get hurt—”
“See you there,” Courtney said sharply. She hung up.
A few seconds later, Molly returned to the den with a wide, pleased smile on her face. “Am I a genius, or what?” she asked.
“You’re a genius,” I replied. “Let’s get going.”
25
I felt a cold shiver as Molly and I neared the woods at Muddy Creek. The air was surprisingly cool and damp. Slender wisps of black clouds floated over the full moon, which still hovered low over the trees.
“This is exciting,” Molly said, her eyes searching the dark trees ahead of us. “I can’t believe we’re finally going to scare Courtney.”
“I can’t believe it, either,” I said. “I just keep wondering what will go wrong this time.”
“Nothing will go wrong,” Molly assured me. “Stop being such a pessimist. Tonight’s the night, Eddie.”
Charlene and Hat were waiting for us at the edge of the woods. Molly saw them first and waved. We both began jogging over to them.
“Have you seen my brother and his two friends?” I asked, gazing toward the dark woods.
“No,” Hat replied.
“But we saw Courtney,” Charlene reported.
“She and Denise were hurrying to the tree house.”
“She brought Denise?” I cried. “Great! We’ll terrify Denise, too!”
“Did they see you?” Molly asked Charlene.
“No way,” Charlene replied. “Hat and I hid. Over there.” She pointed to a cluster of thick shrubs.
The woods suddenly grew brighter. I glanced up to see that the wispy clouds had rolled away from the moon. Pale yellow light, eerie light, washed over us.
The trees suddenly shook in a gust of wind. It sounded like whispering all around us.
“My brother and his friends must be hiding down by the creek,” I said. “Come on. Let’s go. We don’t want to miss the big moment.”
The four of us made our way through the trees. We tried to walk silently, but twigs and dried leaves crackled noisily under our sneakers.
I gasped when I heard a soft moan.
A haunting, sad cry. Mournful.
I stopped and listened. Another moan.
“Wh-what’s that?” I stammered in a choked whisper.
“Sounds like a bird. A dove, maybe,” Charlene replied.
Another moan. Yes. It was a dove, up in a tree.
“Hey, Eddie, you’re not freaking already, are you?” Hat demanded. He slapped me hard on the back. “You’ve got to keep it together, man.”
“ I’ m together,” I muttered. I felt embarrassed that I’d panicked over a stupid dove. I was glad it was too dark for them to see me blushing.
I reached out and flipped Hat’s cap around, just to get my mind off the dove.
“Hey!” Hat cried out, spinning around angrily.
“Ssshhh. Quiet. Courtney and Denise will hear us,” Molly scolded.
We made our way quickly toward the tree house. The woods grew darker as we crept under the whispering trees. We huddled closer together as we walked. No one whispered or spoke.
I heard more low moans. Soft cries.
I forced myself to ignore them. I wasn’t going to allow myself to be frightened by any more birds.
It seemed as if we had walked for hours, but I knew it had only been a couple of minutes. My throat felt dry, and my knees were a little shaky. Just from the excitement, I guessed.
“Oh!” I cried out as I tripped over something, a raised tree root or a rock. I went sprawling in the dirt face first. “Ow.”
Hat and Charlene pulled me up quickly. “Are you okay?” Charlene whispered.
“Yeah. Fine,” I muttered, brushing myself off. I had landed hard on my right elbow, and it was throbbing like crazy.
“Stop trying to scare us,” Charlene scolded me.
“I’m not,” I protested. Rubbing my aching elbow, I followed them along the path.
We stopped at the edge of the clearing. Keeping in the darkness of the trees, we stared out at the tree house.
It was more like a platform with walls than a house. I mean, it didn’t have a roof or anything. Courtney and Denise were perched in it, leaning against one side.
Moonlight washed over the clearing, and I could see them both clearly. Courtney had a pair of binoculars up to her eyes. Denise was shining a flashlight into the trees. She had a camera around her neck.
Perfect, I thought, snickering to myself. They always have to be the perfect scientists. I was surprised they hadn’t made work sheets so they could check off the Mud Monsters when they saw them. Under wildlife!
My three friends and I squatted down behind a clump of tall weeds and watched them. Courtney and Denise kept chatting as they peered out over the tree house wall. But I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“I can’t wait!” Hat whispered, leaning toward me. His dark eyes flashed excitedly under the brim of his cap. He was furiously chewing a big wad of gum. “Where’s your brother?” he asked.
My eyes searched the trees that lined the creek bed just behind the clearing. “I don’t see him,” I whispered to Hat. “But he and his friends are there somewhere. And they’re going to come walking out any minute.”
“And then the fun will begin,” Hat whispered, grinning.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Then the fun will begin.”
But I had this gnawing doubt, a heavy feeling of dread.
Where were Kevin and his friends?
Where were they?
And then I saw something moving behind the tree house at the edge of the clearing.
26
I grabbed Hat’s sleeve when I saw the moving shadows near the trees. “Look!” I whispered, my heart pounding. I pointed across the clearing.
But I didn’t need to point. He saw them, too. We all saw them.
Courtney and Denise were facing the other direction, unaware that something was happening behind them.
I stared hard, holding my breath, keeping low behind the weeds.
I saw a dark figure moving slowly toward the tree house.
Then I saw another figure behind it. It seemed to be pulling itself up from the mud.
A third figure staggered into the light.
Yes!
The three Mud Monsters!
Kevin and his friends had come through for us!
Courtney and Denise still didn’t see them.
Courtney was leaning on the tree house wall, peering through the binoculars.
Denise was ai
ming the flashlight in the other direction.
I could see Kevin and his friends clearly now. They looked great!
Their heads were covered with wet, dark mud. Their clothes appeared tattered and decayed.
Dripping mud, they staggered forward, like zombies, with their arms outstretched.
Closer. Closer to the tree house.
Turn around! I silently urged Courtney and Denise.
Turn around—and start screaming your heads off!
But Courtney and Denise still didn’t turn around. They still had no idea the three gruesome Mud Monsters were sneaking up behind them.
I turned and glanced quickly at my three friends. Molly and Charlene were frozen like statues, their mouths wide open, their eyes bulging, enjoying the show. Hat stared without blinking. Watching gleefully. Waiting.
We were all waiting for our two victims to realize the Mud Monsters were approaching.
Suddenly, as I stared at the three staggering Mud Monsters in the clearing, I heard a rustling sound behind me.
Crackling twigs. The scrape of shoes against the ground.
Footsteps.
Low murmuring voices.
“Huh?” With a gasp of surprise, I turned back.
And saw three other Mud Monsters standing behind us!
“No!” I tried to scream, but my voice came out a choked whisper.
Hat, Molly, and Charlene spun around as the three new Mud Monsters moved closer.
And I recognized Kevin in the middle of them.
“K-Kevin!” I stammered.
“Sorry, punk,” Kevin whispered. “But we had a flat tire.”
27
“Are we too late?” Kevin asked.
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t.
I turned back to the clearing. The three Mud Monsters were staggering right behind the tree house. Their sunken eyes peered out from the wet mud that dripped down their faces.
And then I saw more of them. I saw arms poking up from the dirt. I saw mud-covered heads appear. More and more bodies rose up silently from the marshy ground.
Dark figures, dripping with thick mud, pushed themselves up and began staggering across the clearing. Their bare feet slapped the mud as they walked.