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Show Kelly was pretty upset and I was feeling pretty scared myself. "By the way," Papa said, as he opened the door, "if I was you I would turn off some of these lights...because if there was to be a real werewolf 'out there he wouldn't have any trouble finding you in here." "Please don't go," Kelly said. "Papa please don't go. Give us a chance to turn off those upstairs lights first." Jeffrey and I followed her. He had his gun drawn at his side, I went into my room and searched through all the strung out toys to get a flashlight. It took another five minutes to find where we had put the batteries. "There were so many lights on in this house it looked like it was on fire," Papa said when we got back. And when he saw the flashlight we had he said he thought it was a good idea. "If that werewolf was to come in here you could beat him off with that flashlight. I wonder why nobody ever thinks of that in the movies?" Well, I didn't think that was funny. Papa limped out the door still holding his leg and when he got to the middle of the road he threw his head back and howled twice at the moon. I didn't think that was funny either. I slammed the door shut hard and locked it. "No need to worry," I said, "because there isn't such a thing as werewolfs." "Where do we hide?" Kelly asked. "Upstairs under Mama's bed," I said. We had just gotten settled, all three of us squished under the bed, when the telephone started to ring. |