2. The Blob

THE BLOB 2 Sam couldn't escape! His clay project had grabbed hold of his face! Sam whacked at the clay until— POP! He burst up from the blob, gasping for air. Sam heard a few students laughing. "Did you fall asleep in your project?" their classmate Bryan asked.

Sam didn't know what to say. "I, um— uh—" Lucy and Antonio looked at their friend. "Are you okay?" Antonio asked. "Yes." Sam nodded. He wiped a clump of wet clay from his chin. "What happened?" Lucy asked. RING! "Don't forget, class," Ms. Winter said as the students packed up their things. "The art show is this Friday! You must finish your projects by the end of the day on Thursday."

As Sam, Antonio, and Lucy walked out into the hall, Sam looked over his shoulder at the art room. He stopped... One painting was changing. It had shown a beach sunset— but now it looked differ- ent. Sam rubbed his eyes. He could hardly believe it... Orson Eerie's face appeared on the painting! A chill ran down Sam's spine. He tried to look away, but Orson Eerie's eyes were staring at him. Lucy called from down the hall. "Come on, Sam! It's lunchtime!"

Sam felt like he had a golf ball stuck in his throat. He couldn't reply. Finally, he was able to pull his eyes away from the painting. The last thing he saw was Orson Eerie's lips curl into a wicked smile.