My Babysitter Has Fangs
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When Meg's new neighbor, Kelly Pitts, begins dating a mysterious boy named Victor, Meg suspects that the boy is actually Vincent, the vampire who had terrorized her last year on Moose Island.
familiar in daylight our barbecue, the ugly wooden lawn furniture my parents had bought from a catalogue, the pink flamingo someone had given them as a joke now looked hulking and shadowy. A branch creaked eerily overhead. Some kind of animal crashed through the woods. Then a hunched-up figure hobbled awkwardly across the lawn and disappeared under the picnic — table. "What was thatl" I gasped aloud, leaping back onto the patio. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would choke me. I
covered with Vincent's fingerprints, how would we Suddenly a huge hand gripped my shoulder. "May I help you?" came an angry voice from behind me. 7 to — For a terrible second around. I froze. I didn't dare turn That deep, cavernous voice sounded dreadfully familiar. And what were those warm, wet ling down my neck? "It's Vincent!" The grip on I drops trick- shrieked. my shoulder me around to tightened. Slowly Vincent turned face him. "Oh, please!" I begged. "Don't bite me! Or
and you can almost imagine it's lighting your way. All along the beach you can see the faraway lights of houses looking cozy and remote at the same time. The night breeze blows just enough to make you wish you'd brought a sweater but not enough to make you actually want to go get one. It's kind of a poetic time to be out, if you know what I mean. As long as no one's following you, that is. When I'd been out on the rapidly darkening beach for no more than five minutes, I heard footsteps walking
was I?" I here!" As the beach turned rockier the air became mistier. Soon great draping swaths of fog had cut me off from everything familiar. I turned to look behind me, and saw nothing but fog. I squinted into the fog ahead of me. There, looming out of the mists, was the group had seen in the on the water's ring's red stone. They were edge. Huge, dark green waves were curling and of jagged, treacherous boulders I right 102 Ann Hodgman hissing and frothing around them, and as I came
toward shore. Torrents of rain began pelting down. And I mean torrents. It was just as 15 if someone had ' m ;f h Ann Hodgman turned on a sky-sized shower. And the wind remember the tornado in The Wizard of Ozl That's exactly what the wind sounded like. I knew we weren't safe out in a storm like this. But we weren't safe on the beach, either. Where could we go except home? "Pedal hard, Trevor!" I yelled. I wasn't even sure he could hear me over the wind. "Follow Jack! I'm right