CHAPTER 1
Things that go bump – and whoomp-doompety-boomp – in the night
There’s a funny feeling in my head. A pain. A clamping. A squeezing. I wonder if I’m getting sick.
I groan.
The squeezing grows stronger and how something wet falls on my nose.
I open my eyes and find myself staring into Nat’s chubby face, round and bright in the moonlight that streams through the window. He’s leaning over me, his hair sticking up around his head like a chocolate halo. His hands are clamped around my face, pressing inwards. He’s concentrating so hard, he’s dribbling. On me!
‘What are you doing?’ I gasp.
Nat lets go and sits back on the bed bedside. ‘I was trying to squish your eyes together into one big eye.’
‘Why?’ I ask.
‘To turn you into a Cyclops,’ he explains.
We’re in Greece, so Dad’s been reading us books on Greek mythology. Three days ago, we read the story of Medusa whose hair was made of snakes. I woke the next morning with canned spaghetti all over my head. Thanks, Nat! Last night’s story was about the Cyclopes, the savage one-eyed beasts.
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