authors notes: hey guys, it's been a while...been busy lately. But here it is! Warning this chapter containes: Foul language and a bit of violence . So if you are those types of people who do not like those, please do not read it. For the rest enjoy.

Stine has manage to handle stress from not only his classes, but also his active room mates...and what I mean by active is having sex a lot and parting at times. Stine is in his room trying to read his book for tomorrow's discussion in English 1.0.1 class, but his room mate named Larry was playing his piano and singing awfully to Stayin Alive by the BeeGees.

" Say, can you keep it down?" Stine asked.

Larry stopped playing and dramatically turned himself to Stine, "Sorry." He said. Larry was a cool guy for Stine, Larry doesn't really bother him nor pick on him...in fact Larry doesn't really talk that much to anyone. " I'm just...I'm just bored," Larry said as he dragged himself off the chair and onto his bed.

" Oh that's stinks," Stine said Sarcastically, " Let me just pop out my magic trick so all your boredom will disappear." Larry gave him a look. " Hey! Don't open that!" Stine quickly stood up and grabbed the book from him.

" Woah, come down. It's just a book," Larry gave a soft chuckle.

" It maybe a book-" Stine paused and thought of a way to explain to him without sounding crazy. " Never mimd that. Boy, for a guy who gets bored, sure like to snoop around other people's stuff."

" Well sorry," Larry sat down on his bed, " Never knew I can make a man offended." Stine put the book inside his dresser, Larry of course, wants to know more about his room mate. " Say, what's so special about that book?"

Stine slowly turned his body to Larry, " That book. Heh, a guy like you wouldn't understand...in fact, people wouldn't understand."

" well could you at least tell me something?" Larry became even more curious.

"It's better-"

" Just tell me god damn it!"

Stine knew his roommate would not give up, " Fine, but! You must promise me not to tell no one." Larry cross his heart.

" Alright, it all started when I was a young boy..."

" Please stop!" Little stine said as he curled himself into a ball. " I'll give you anything! Just stop hurting me!"

" Ha! Look at this loser!" A boy shouted, " This piece of shit is nothing but a coward!" The boy spit on poor stine. " Fight like a man!" All the kids on the block made a huge circle around the boy and stine. Stine can only cry as he's being laughed, spit, and be insulted by them. See, stine isn't like the other kids, he's known to be strange and have very bad allergies. Everytime his parents force him to go out, the kids starts to do things to him.

" Howard Stanly!" A woman voice yelled, that quickly made the kids runaway and went their ways. " You get back here Mister!" the lady quickly ran towards Stine. " Oh dear, you must be terrified from that experience." She said as she carefully made him stand up. " Come with me young man." She walked him towards her house.

Stine sat on the lady's couch, he looked at the decorations she had. Very strange, never have he seen so many cryptic animals all over the place. He jumped when he heard a door slam.

" Here you are, Lean your head back." the lady said, she placed a warm towel on top of stine's head. Stine gave out a quite moan, " Poor child, that boy must've hitten you hard." She went back to...whatever she just went.

" Um...excuse me miss," stine muttered. He got up and went to look for her. He went into a room where he thought she was in, it was dark, only thing in the room was a desk, a lamp, pictures of famous gothic authors, and a type writer. He was fascinated by the typewriter, it was very shiny and has a very interesting feature.

" Why!" The lady surprised stine from behind, " Don't you have any manners?"

" Sorry," he shyly said.

" It's quite alright," she smiled, "Children always have big curiosity." Stine manage to look clearly at the woman, she was mid age maybe 40-50, she actually has a nice smooth feature (unlike those old people in his neighborhood.), she had her white hair in a bun, and she wore a dress that looks like she's going to a funeral. " My name is Sandra, and you are?" She asked warmly.

" huh? Oh! My name is R.L Stine...madam." Stine replied.

" Please,Stine is it? Don't have to call me madam. I'm not like the rest here." She laughed. " Just call me by my name." She notice Stine giving a quick glance at her type writer. " You like my type writer?" She nil down slowly to stine. " Well?"

" Well, it's nice." Stine became nervous. She looked at her desk, smiled, and walked over to the desk.

" Come, come." She said. Stine slowly went to the desk, she casually move the chair so he can sit on it. " Sit, sit." She nods her head. He carefully sat himself on the chair, she pushes the chair into the desk. "Those kids," she said, "They bother you?" Stine nodded his head, "Yes...I could tell, I've been watching ever since." Stine became creeped out, " No, no. Don't be scared, I'm not sick. I'm here to help you."

" W-With what?" He stuttered.

She tapped the typed writer with her finger, " This here type writer isn't like any other..." She said. " It's magic."

" magic?"

" Yes!" She leap with joy, " Anything you type...it makes it real." Stine eyes widen, " Of course you have to have twist and a completed story." She laughed, " But trust me, you'll not be disappointed when you use it."

" But...Why give it to me?" Stine became suspicious, why would a lady that he just met give him this? Is there a catch?

" I knew that a boy like you needs help." She explained. " And if you are wondering, there is no catch nor price." She gave the type writer to him. " All you have to do is, think of a story with twist and turns, and type away..." She gave an wide smile, " and leave the this machine do the rest." She quickly made stine get off the chair and move towards the door to leave. But before she could open the door, she quickly looked stine in the eyes, " Promise me this," she said, " Once your creation comes to life...make sure to locked them away...before they go any further."

" But what's the point-"

" PROMISE ME," she shouted.

" I promise!" Stine said, then she pushes him away and closed the door. Then and there stine knew he is holding something very powerful.

end of pt 2