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HALF-MINUTE

HORRORS

EDITED BY

SUSAN RICH

Contents

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Title Page HALF-MINUTE HORRORS EDITED BY SUSAN RICH

Something You Ought to Know by Lemony Snicket

The Chicken or the Egg by Jerry Spinelli

In Hiding by Kenneth Oppel

The Old Man in the Picture by Richard Sala

The Babysitter by Erin Hunter

Grand Entrance by James Patterson

Halloween Mask by Sonya Sones

Tenton by Tom Genrich & Michèle Perry

Nanny by Angela Johnson

The Legend of Alexandra & Rose by Jon Klassen

What’s Coming by Arthur Slade

An Easy Gig by M. T. Anderson

Mr. Black by Yvonne Prinz

The Foot Dragger by M. E. Kerr

Trick by Adam Rex

Hank by Dean Lorey

One of a Kind by Sarah Weeks

A Walk Too Far by Gloria Whelan

A Very Short Story by Holly Black

Deep Six by Faye Kellerman

The Turn of the Screw by Henry James , A Novel as Told by Lisa Brown in Fewer than 30 Seconds

The Attack of the Flying Mustaches by Pseudonymous Bosch

Takowanda by Nadia Aguiar

Heart Stopper by Sienna Mercer

Up to My Elbow by Jack Gantos

Four Gleams in the Moonlight by Stephen Marche

The Goblin Book by Brad Meltzer

Worms by Lane Smith

The Dare by Carol Gorman

The Ballad of John Grepsy by David Rich

Soup by Jenny Nimmo

The Creeping Hand by Margaret Atwood

Wet Sand, Little Teeth by Mariko Tamaki

A Thousand Faces by Brian Selznick

Chocolate Cake by Francine Prose

At the Water’s Edge by Ayelet Waldman

My Worst Nightmare by R.L. Stine

The Beast Outside by Adele Griffin

Unannounced by Aliza Kellerman

Krüger’s Sausage Haus by Mark Crilley

There’s Something Under the Bed by Allan Stratton

Cat’s Paw by Sarah L. Thomson

Horrorku by Katherine Applegate

The Itch by Avi

The New Me: A Pantoum by Gail Carson Levine

Always Eleven by David Stahler Jr.

Aloft by Carson Ellis

Skittering by Tui T. Sutherland

Stuck in the Middle by Abi Slone

All Fingers and Thumbs! by Joseph Delaney

Don’t Wet the Bed by Alan Gratz

The Final Word illustrated by Brett Helquist, story by Josh Greenhut

The Shadow by Neil Gaiman

A Day at the Lake by Lesley Livingston

Whispered by Jon Scieszka

A Disturbing Limerick found & envisioned by Vladimir Radunsky

Through the Veil by Alison McGhee

The Rash by Daniel Ehrenhaft

Where Nightmares Walk by Melissa Marr

On a Tuesday During That Time of Year by Chris Raschka

Death Rides a Pink Bicycle by Stacey Godenir

I’m Not Afraid by Dan Gutman

The Doll by Alice Kuipers

Easy Over by Frank Viva

Them by Libba Bray

Tiger Kitty by Joyce Carol Oates

Inventory by Jonathan Lethem

Shortcut by Michael Connelly

Strawberry Bubbles by Lauren Myracle

We Think You Do by Barry Yourgrau

The Prisoner of Eternia by Aaron Renier

In Conclusion by Gregory Maguire

Index

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Copyright

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LEMONY SNICKET

Something You Ought to Know

“The right hand doesn’t know what the left is doing” is a phrase that refers to times when people ought to know, but don’t know, about something that is happening very close to them. For instance, you ought to know about the man who watches you when you sleep.

He is a quiet man, which is why you don’t know about him.

You don’t know how he gets into your home, or how he finds his way to the room in which you sleep. You don’t know how he can stare at you so long without blinking, and you don’t know how he manages to be gone by morning, without a trace, and you don’t know where he purchased the long, sharp knife, curved like a crescent moon, that he holds in his left hand, sometimes just millimeters from your eyes, which are closed and flickering in dreams.

There are, of course, things he does not know about you, either. He does not know what you are dreaming about, but then it may be that he does not care. His clothes are rumpled and have odd rips in them here and there. One of his coat sleeves is longer than the other, and this may be to cover his right hand. The sleeve is long enough that if you were to wake up and see him, which you never do, you might not see that his right hand is strange and crooked. It would take a while, in the darkness of the room, to notice that it is missing three fingers.

He comes every night. His right hand does not know what the left is doing.

JERRY SPINELLI

The Chicken or the Egg

“I was first,” said Egg.

“I was first,” said Chicken.

“I was,” said Egg.

“I was,” said Chicken.

“I was!”

“I was!”

“I was!”

“I was!”

“Okay,” said Chicken. “You win.” And pecked Egg. Seven times. From seven holes Egg bled yellow into the barnyard dust. Until all of Egg was out instead of in.

Chicken grinned. “But guess who’s last.”

KENNETH OPPEL

In Hiding

My father and I lay tensely side by side in total darkness, not daring to breathe. The space was small and smelled bad. We were flat on our backs, scarcely able to lift our heads. Above us, the thing shifted restlessly on its bed, grunting. I hoped it would settle itself soon.

Finally the thing stopped moving. I counted seconds. Was it asleep? Or just lying there awake, waiting?

“Now,” my father whispered in my ear.

And very slowly we reached out and up to grasp the child’s ankles with our cold, dead hands.

RICHARD SALA

The Old Man in the Picture

ERIN HUNTER

The Babysitter

The phone rang, echoing around the white-and-silver kitchen that was as glossy as a hall of mirrors. Jess was surrounded by a dozen reflections of herself as she went to pick up the handset.