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The Magic Store Across the Street: Book 2 in the Across the Street Series
The Magic Store Across the Street: Book 2 in the Across the Street Series
The Magic Store Across the Street: Book 2 in the Across the Street Series
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The Magic Store Across the Street: Book 2 in the Across the Street Series

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Demonic visitations, occult powers, witchcraft, and spritual warfare are just some of the elements that make The Magic Store Across the Street such a thriller. However, The Magic Store Across the Street doesn't simply chill kids with horror, it also provides an important warning that all families must hear.



The Magic Store Across the Street is the second book in Casner Curran's Across the Street series. It is the story of Daniel, a tough eighth-grader, who is in much more danger than anyone realizes. The action only intensifies when Daniel's sixth-grade brother, Cesar, and his best friend, Byron, try to help the older boy escape from spiritual oppression.



Besides the story of Byron and Cesar's friendship, the novel looks at parenting, family, and faith. The Magic Store Across the Street presents a story that kids and parents are sure to love.

LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateNov 23, 2005
ISBN9780595819690
The Magic Store Across the Street: Book 2 in the Across the Street Series
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Casner Curran

Casner Curran is a graduate of The University of Northern Colorado (BA- English) and Denver Seminary (M/Div.). He teaches 6th grade English and Social Studies at Falcon Middle School. Casner and his wife Jeaneth live in Colorado Springs, CO with their soon-to-be born son, Caleb.

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    The Magic Store Across the Street - Casner Curran

    Chapter One 

    The ugly black creature swatted at Daniel, slicing the skin on his arm in four straight lines. Daniel screamed in pain and tucked his bleeding arm against his body. His eyes searched desperately for any help, any escape from this assault. When he looked to his right, another black-feathered beast lashed at him with razor-sharp claws. Daniel ducked his head and avoided the four knives just in time. He lunged backward to try to run away from these stinky, putrid birds.

    Birds? Well, they weren’t exactly birds, they had wings and feathers and flew, but their faces were misshapen and deformed; yet kind of resembled old men. What are these awful creatures?

    Daniel kept pushing his legs forward, trying to outrun the two beasts, but it was hopeless. The birds, instead of falling behind the faster he ran, seemed to get closer and stinkier as they flew around his head. The larger one sailed in front of Daniel’s face and seemed to float in mid-air like a humming bird. He opened his mouth to reveal yellowed, rotting teeth. As his mouth stretched wider to bite, Daniel was covered with a stench so bad it seemed to engulf him like a fog. He tried to stop running, but his momentum knocked him over onto his hands and knees.

    Get away from me! He screamed, arms and legs flailing in desperate self-defense. Leave me alone!

    Daniel! One of the birds hissed.

    Go away! Daniel screamed.

    Daniel! The hiss was menacing, intimidating.

    No! Leave me alone! His kicking and punching increased.

    Daniel! The voice was familiar.

    Daniel! What’s wrong?!

    Oh no! It was Cesar’s voice, followed by the way these attacks always ended.

    Daniel! Wake up! You’re having another nightmare!

    Daniel rolled over on his side and pushed his brother’s hands off him, embarrassed that his younger brother saw him having a terrible nightmare again.

    Was it the same dream? Cesar asked kindly.

    Yeah! Daniel snapped. Nightmares were for little kids. He wasn’t happy about having them, but he sure wasn’t happy to have his little brother helping him.

    Did it have those scary, flying monsters again? The ones with the stinky breath and the heads like old men?

    Go to sleep, Daniel commanded.

    "Daniel, I’m telling you, you need to talk to my friend Byron. Those monsters you keep dreaming about are exactly like the demons he saw last summer! When you describe your nightmares, that’s it! He’s dealt with them before!

    I had a dream, so what?! Daniel’s embarrassment was quickly turning into irritation.

    I’m serious! Byron knows how to beat those monsters! He says they’re demons! His family can get rid of them!

    Daniel reached across the darkness and slapped his brother’s head. I ain’t goin’ to your stupid friend to talk about monsters, demons, or whatever! Leave me alone!

    He hated having to share a room with his sixth grade brother. He hated having these dumb nightmares that made him feel like a little kid. He even hated living here in Colorado. His family had been so happy living in Mexico, he often wondered why they had to move. He had never had bad dreams in Mexico, he knew the language and the culture, and he loved the food. Coming here had forced him to learn a new language, make all new friends, and go to a different school. Worst of all, it was when he moved here that he started having these dreams. Well, that wasn’t the worst thing, but Daniel didn’t even want to think about the other bad thing that started when they moved to Colorado.

    He rolled over, turning his back to his brother, and looked at the dark window. He could just barely see the shadow of the tree outside. He breathed deeply and pretended not to be scared, just in case his brother was still awake.

    Daniel never did get back to sleep. When the sun started peeking through the window, he got up quietly and started getting ready. When the alarm clock went off thirty minutes later, Cesar awoke to see his brother already showered and dressed.

    You’re already up? Cesar asked groggily.

    No dummy! I’m a sleep walkin’ mummy! Little brothers were so annoying!

    You’re a poet, and ya don’t know it, Cesar said smiling.

    I’m going to get some breakfast, Daniel said, ignoring his brother’s attempt at humor. He didn’t want to talk to Cesar about demons, spooks, hobgoblins, or that friend of his, Byron."

    I really think you should talk to Byron today! Cesar said pushing himself out of bed. Man little brothers were annoying!

    Forget it! Daniel said it with such authority no little brother in his right mind would challenge him. He was in eighth grade, big and strong, and not interested in getting advice from his nerdy, sixth grade brother. Why did sixth-graders have to be in middle school anyway? Bad enough I have to share a room with him, Daniel thought as he headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Why do we have to go to the same school?

    Chapter Two 

    Cesar was waiting for Byron when he came out of math class. The two always ate lunch together. Everyday Byron had to complain about how much he hated his math class, the teacher, and the homework. Everyday Cesar quietly smiled to himself knowing that he loved math and always looked forward to the challenge of trying new problems. It was one week before Thanksgiving break, and Cesar was having the best school year ever. He liked the harder classes, he liked having different teachers for every subject, and he liked learning new things. Smiley Middle School was a great place for him.

    Byron had more complaints than usual, since Mr. Hopkins had kept the class two minutes after the bell for talking. Today was the best day of the week for school lunches. Every Thursday, McDonald’s brought in food for the kids to buy. Byron was starving and couldn’t wait to bite into one of the delicious cheeseburgers. His mom had given him a little extra money so he could get the large order of French fries to go with his quarter-pounder.

    After Byron finished his rantings on math, Cesar turned to his friend and got right to the point. You know my brother Daniel, right?

    Yeah, Byron said slowly. He was a little nervous now. Daniel was a big eighth grader who had never talked to Byron. If Byron was with Caesar at his house, he’d always try to say hello to Daniel, but the older boy would just glare at him.

    Well my brother’s been having a lot of problems lately with nightmares. Byron thought about laughing at the silliness of a huge, stuck-up bully like Daniel having a nightmare, but decided against it when he saw how concerned Cesar was. They entered the lunchroom and took their place at the end of the line. Both boys smiled as the fragrance of greasy hamburgers and salted fries hit their noses.

    You can’t tell anyone I told you, especially him! Cesar said with wide-eyed conviction.

    No way! Byron replied. The thought of him going up to Daniel and making fun of his nightmares would be an invitation for suicide as far as he was concerned.

    The two boys inched up as the line of swarming middle schoolers decreased and kids started finding their seats.

    It’s really weird, Cesar started whispering so no one else could hear. But the way he describes his dreams is just like what you said you saw last year when you were helping Ms. Layman.

    Byron was leaning in close to Cesar, so he could hear his hushed voice over all the kids’ yelling and screaming, but he moved his face aside, momentarily shocked by what he’d just heard.

    What do you mean? He asked softly now, also wanting to make sure no one overheard them.

    Every night he starts kicking and screaming. He thrashes his arms and legs like he’s trying to fight something or run away. It’s really scaring me too, because I’m always sound asleep and then suddenly I get awakened by all this.

    Yeah, Byron nodded understandingly. Tell me what else. What do you do when your brother starts kicking and screaming?

    I try to help him, ya know? I shout his name. I wake him up. I tell him it was just a dream and that everything’s okay now.

    What does he say when you wake him up?

    Cesar smiled weakly, showing the pain of his relationship with his older brother. He gets really mad at me. He yells and says it’s not my business, that I should just leave him alone. Sometimes he even hits me when I try to help him.

    The lunch line had moved all the way up and the boys were next in line to order. The hot smell of burgers and fries made both boys drool.

    What makes you say his dreams remind you of last year when my family helped Ms. Layman?

    Cesar’s voice got excited again. Because, when Daniel tells me about his dreams, it’s always these monsters that are chasing him and attacking him. When I’ve asked him what they look like, he describes some beasts that sound exactly like the demons you saw when you prayed for Ms. Layman.

    Really? Byron felt excited, but also a bit nervous. What does he say they look like?

    He says they’re big, ugly, black birds that fly around. He said they have arms and hands with sharp claws. Worst of all, he says they have shriveled up prune heads that look like wrinkled old men.

    Byron was oblivious to the noises of the middle school cafeteria. He was totally engrossed in Cesar’s words now. He asked a question, knowing this could be the key. Has he ever told you about any odor? Can he smell them?

    Yes! Cesar gushed. He said they are so stinky he can hardly breath! He said it’s worse than any other smell in the whole wide world! In fact, a lot of times before I wake him up, he’s choking from how bad it smells in his dreams.

    Byron was totally fascinated, but it was his turn to order. He’d been looking forward to the cheeseburger and fries all morning. Being in the lunchroom with the odors made him even hungrier for the soft, juicy burger.

    He looked at Ms. Gaerlic, the cook, I’ll have the quar-

    We’re all out of hamburgers, she announced, looking over Byron’s shoulder. That kid in front of you just got the last one.

    Byron was disappointed but didn’t want to show it. "Oh, okay. Then

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