Monster Blood IV

22

He swung the broom hard, batting the monsters forward.

Swung it again.

They bobbed and bounced over the low shrubs that divided the yards.

On into Conan Barber’s backyard.

“Nooooooo!” Kermit let out a cry and slapped his forehead. “The switch! I forgot to turn it on again!”

Creatures bounced into the next yard. Beneath the tufts of black hair, their skin glowed bright blue in the morning sunlight.

“You jerk!” Evan shrieked at his cousin. “How could you forget again? How could you?”

Andy plopped down on the grass, lowering her head and uttering an unhappy sigh.

Kermit fumbled in his back pocket for the fence control. He finally tugged it out and pressed the red button to turn on the power.

ZZZAAAAAP!

Evan shrieked and leaped into the air as a powerful shock jolted through him.

“I told you not to stand there!” Kermit cried.

Evan jumped aside.

“I turned it up all the way!” Kermit declared.

“Too late,” Evan muttered.

The Monster Blood creatures had all bounced and rolled into the next backyard.

Conan’s yard.

“Oh, no,” Evan moaned softly. “Here comes more trouble.”

All three of them gasped as Conan came lumbering across his yard, a can of Coke in one hand, his other hand balled into a tight, angry fist.