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Show "Go answer it,Kelly," I said. "We'll save your place under the bed." "WHAT?" she screeched. "I can't go down there alone without getting killed or worse." "I'll go with you then," I said. "I'm not staying here by myself," Jeffrey said. We scooted to the end of the bed and pulled ourselves out. "Hurry," I said, " before it stops ringing." Kelly reached the phone first. See, she's faster than we are because she had track and field last year in school. The third grade teacher said she was about as fleet of foot as anybody in town. And it comes in handy, I guess. "Hello," she said. "Hello." Then she turned and said to us, "There's nothing on here but breathing," and she went to hang it up. That was when we heard the howl of the werewolf. Scared Kelly so bad she let the phone go and it banged against the wall, swinging back and forth a few times. Sh» looked at me, wide-eyed. Another howl. "Hang it up," I whispered. "You," she said. "I can't," I said. "My arms won't work." Jeffrey reached out, his hand shaking so bad he could hardly hold onto the phone. Then we all stood in the kitchen, as quiet as could be, none of us knowing what to do next. The phone rang again. "Who do you think that is?" Kelly said. "It might be Aunt Doris," Jeffrey said. "Answer it. I hung it up." -10- |