Sometimes, all you need is your best friend, a creepy mummy and a really weird cat!
The Mummy
in the Attic
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in 2 children's
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new release
TOM'S LIFE IS OFFICIALLY OUT OF CONTROL.
First, his dad has mysteriously vanished—no note, no clues, no nothing. Then Stinky Mel, the school bully, is stomping around looking for someone to squish.
And to top it off, his new cat, Meatball, is just plain weird.
Things get even stranger when Tom and his best friend, Stevie, discover a creepy ancient Egyptian mummy… and Tom suddenly turns invisible.
Now Tom has a million questions: What can he do with his invisibility powers? How can he stop Stinky Mel before getting stuffed into a locker—or worse?
And can he solve the mystery of his missing dad? Or is he lost forever?
A fast-paced and exciting chapter book for middle grade readers who enjoy mystery, suspense, fantasy and adventure.
Great for kids aged 7-9.
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Reviews
"It has a great pace and is so interesting that you are already at the end of the chapter before you know it." - Amazon reader
"Quite the adventure. Plenty of twists and turns."
- Amazon reader
"Fun and nostalgic... Reminded me a bit of the '80s, when children's entertainment was a bit more creepy but had heart."
- Amazon reader
"Age appropriate, exciting and full of imagination without being too scary."
- Amazon reader
"A beautiful little book that will delight children."
- Amazon reader
"I hope there are more books coming from this author."
- Amazon reader
Excerpt
THE ATTIC WAS DARK AND DUSTY, but once our eyes got used to it, we could see wooden rafters slanting this way and that, holding up the roof.
Stevie grabbed her flashlight and switched it on. A beam of light pierced the blackness. Cobwebs hung from the rafters and the place smelled kind of musty, like old sneakers full of toe jam.
“What’s that over there?” Stevie pointed the flashlight toward the back of the house.
“Looks like a box,” I replied.
“Cool,” said Stevie. “Told you this was a good idea.”
We shuffled our way over to it. It was a wooden chest. The beam of light picked up a daddy longlegs wobbling over the lid.
“It looks really old,” said Stevie, giving the chest a rub with her sleeve.
“Let’s see what’s inside.” I slipped my fingers under the lid and gave it a heave. It didn’t budge. “It’s stuck,” I said, grunting as I gave it another heave.
“Don’t bother.” Stevie pointed to an old padlock. “Looks like it’s locked up tight.”
She slowly swept the flashlight beam around the rest of the attic. There didn’t seem to be anything else except rafters and cobwebs.
“Hey, what’s that?” said Stevie. The ray of light had picked out something long and narrow lying further away on the attic floor, in the shadows where the roof was at its lowest. It was so well hidden we couldn’t be sure it was anything at all.
Neither of us said a word as we crept over to it. My heart was beating in my ears. It wasn’t until we were almost on top of it that we knew it was something. Stevie shone the light across the object. It, too, was made of wood. I gave it a knock.
“Sounds kind of hollow,” whispered Stevie.
“Let’s see.” My fingers searched around for a way to open it. Finding what felt like the lip of a lid, I pushed. It shifted. I pushed again, and the lid fell off.
