It Came from Beneath the Sink! by R.L. Stine
Kat and her brother Daniel move to a new house. There are even balconies. The dog doesn’t like what’s under the kitchen sink. They think it’s nothing, but they look anyway. It’s a sponge, or so it appears. The dog goes crazy over it. They think it’s just a sponge, but they also kind of think it’s breathing, so they keep it. It even appears to have eyes. Bad stuff starts happening once the thing turns up. The dog runs away and their dad falls off of a ladder. Kat can’t even celebrate her birthday.
They do some research and think they thing is a Grool. It thrives on bad luck and cannot be killed by violence or force, all of which Kat tries. They also cannot give the thing away or they will die. Kat thinks she has found a way to get rid of the thing, but would it really work?
What I liked
I keep thinking “Grohl” instead of “grool,” so the Foo Fighters have gotten mixed in with this story, in my head. I’ve imagined David Grohl underneath a kitchen sink causing bad luck for everyone around.
What I didn’t like
This is an awful idea–a thing that causes bad things to happen, but you can’t get rid of it. Having this thing around would be living with knowing, for sure, whatever bad thing that could happen, will. It would be a permanent Murphy’s Law attached to you.
Granted, this is how some of us feel all the time. We’ve had our share of life and generally when we feel something bad is going to happen, it’s going to happen, because that’s just the way things work in our lives and no amount of, “Be positive,” is going to fix any of that. Maybe some of us have grools in our lives we don’t know about.
Leave old sponges alone; they’re full of bacteria and bad luck.
If you found an old sponge in a random house, would you pick it up?
Do you feel like you have a grool in your life that you can’t find?