then shut the door. âWeâve got to turn the lights out,â he said and flicked them off.
The room went pitch-black.
âWhat now?â I asked. âDo we just stand here in the dark for the rest of the night?â
He didnât get a chance to answer because the door in the far corner creaked open.
âWhoâs there?â Miles blurted, bumping into me, and then the lights came back on.
I donât know if it was Halâs shotgun or all that talk about paranormal activity, but I was pretty worked up by that point, so I was half expecting to see a psychopath dressed in overalls and carrying a chainsaw standing on the other side of the room. Instead of a psycho, though, it was just my mom standing in the doorway, wearing green pajamas and looking tired.
âWhatâs going on down here?â she asked.
âOh, just standing around in the dark,â I said. âBy the way, thanks for leaving me out in the truck.â
She wiped her eyes and yawned. âYou were dead to the world when we got here, and youâre too heavy for me to carry up to bed anymore, sunshine.â
âA note wouldâve been nice. Maybe a warning about Uncle Hal being mildly deranged.â
âYou saw Hal?â
âHe let us in,â Miles said.
âWho are you?â Mom asked Miles.
âIâm Miles Van Helsing,â he said, hunching his way across the room and holding out his hand. âItâs nice to meet you, but weâve got to turn out the lights, immediately. This is an emergency.â
âWhy are you here?â she asked, quickly shaking his hand.
âHe was chased here by paranoid creatures?â I said.
âHumanoid creatures, and from what Iâve seen, theyâre very dangerous. We really canât attract attention to our-selves,â he said and then quickly reached for the switch and turned off the lights.
Mom flicked them back on.
âWhatâs going on, Charlie?â
âI have no idea.â
âPlease,â Miles said, reaching for the light switch again.
She covered the switch with her hand. âDo your parents know where you are?â
âMy mother is aware that Iâm not at home,â he said.
âWell, I think now would be an excellent time to go back.â
âI canât go outside, not now,â Miles said, retreating across the room.
âWhy is he here, Charlie?â
âUncle Hal let him in.â
âWhere is Hal?â
âHeâs outside, possibly hunting whoever or whatever was chasing Miles.â
âPlease turn out the lights,â Miles said.
âIâm not turning out the lights!â Mom snapped. âIâm calling your mother. Whatâs your phone number?â
âI wonât tell,â Miles said. âItâs too dangerous for her to be outside.â
âFine, then I guess Iâll just have to call the police. Give me your phone, Charlie.â
âUh â¦â I started, âI donât seem to have it anymore.â
âSeriously?â
I nodded.
âThatâs the fourth phone youâve lost this year. I swear to you, Iâm not buying another one.â
âHere, use mine,â Miles said, pulling a cell out of his pocket. âAfter all, this is a public emergency and Sheriff Dutton should be informed.â
âI was bluffing,â Mom said. âI didnât really want to call the police.â
âToo late,â he said, handing her the phone. âItâs already ringing.â
âThis is ridiculous,â Mom said, but took the phone anyway.
I guess someone must have answered, because she started explaining the situation right away. When she was done, she nodded a couple of times and handed the phone back to Miles.
âThe sheriffâs on his way,â she said. âI guess that means Iâm going to have to get changed. Charlie, come with me. Iâll show you up to your