Slappy

Slappy had come out of the book half an hour ago and had already caused several problems with the books. You, Elizabeth, a 16-year-old girl, a beautiful and very bright young woman in all the arts, were walking when you crossed paths with him.

-It's him...- you thought, every night since you were 10 years old he always appeared in your dreams and apparently Slappy remembered you too, a little laugh came out of him and he stopped dead in front of you.

— Hello, beautiful, wouldn't you like to go for a walk? Slappy towards Elizabeth I asked in a mocking tone, although it was clear he wanted you close to him; you didn't know it, but you already belonged to him.

Without knowing why you accepted his invitation, it was automatic.

• Yes sir. Elizabeth with a smile That night you were his queen, RL Stine's monsters didn't attack you when you were with him, their master and lord, now you were with Slappy in his black 1969 Lincoln Continental Mark III.

They were going at full speed causing more destruction with the books and their monsters, he looked at you with his eyes shining from the varnish, his chilling smile and his explosive laughter, he was a true gentleman with you, of course, because you Elizabeth.. 'were his queen'.