The Vanishing Vampire

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Book: The Vanishing Vampire Read Free
Author: David Lubar
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    As I was going upstairs, the phone rang. “It’s for you,” my mom called from the kitchen.
    â€œI’ll get it up here!” I shouted, heading toward the phone in my parents’ bedroom.
    It was Norman on the other end. “Want to go into town?” he asked.
    â€œSure. I’ll meet you by your house.” There was no point sitting around waiting to fade again.
    I got dressed, grabbed my jacket, and headed out. The morning sun felt really hot. I took off the jacket, but that felt even worse with the sun beating down on me, so I put the jacket back on. As I walked past the house next door, Mr. Nordy’s dog, Browser, came running up to the fence. I stopped to pet him.
    As I reached out, Browser whined, then turned and ran around to the back of the house, his tail between his legs.
    Weird.
    I met Norman by his place, and we headed into town. It’s not a long walk—about nine blocks. As soon as I reached him, Norman started telling me all about some new software he’d downloaded. He’s big on that stuff. We both like monster movies and comics. And we both like video games. But Norman is way more into computers than I am. I think they’re fun, but I don’t get swallowed up by them the way he does. I could just imagine him getting sucked into his computer with nothing but his feet dangling out.
    â€œUh-oh,” Norman said after we’d walked a couple of blocks.
    I looked ahead. Down the street, on our side, I saw one of life’s real monsters. It was Lud Mellon. Put him together with his brother Bud, and you’d have enough IQ for half a person. They were stupid and mean. Getting a Mellon angry at you was like taking something from one of those cursed Egyptian tombs. Sooner or later, one way or another, doom would fall. It was always a good idea to avoid being noticed by Lud or Bud.
    We crossed the street, hoping he hadn’t spotted us. Luckily, Lud seemed to have something else on his tiny piece of mind and didn’t look our way.
    â€œI hate those guys,” Norman said. “Somewhere along the line, a couple of their genes took a U-turn and headed back to the Stone Age.”
    â€œAgreed.” We reached the comic book shop without any other problems. This place sold comics and monster books and masks and stuff and was called the Gore and More Store. “Great,” I said, seeing that the newest issue of Swollen Rat People from Another Universe had finally arrived.
    â€œLook,” Norman said, holding up his discovery. “It’s the new Hyper Hurricane Man .”
    â€œI’ll tell you what: I’ll get Rat People, you get Hurricane, and we’ll swap after we read them.”

    â€œDeal.” We took our purchases up to the register and paid Lenny.
    â€œThanks, guys,” he said as he counted the change. “The new Hawkchild is due out next week. Should I save a copy for you?”
    â€œSure,” I said. We headed out.
    â€œWhere to?” Norman asked as we returned to the bright light outside the store.
    â€œYour house?” I asked.
    He shook his head. “Mom’s cooking.” Norman’s mom was a caterer. She made fancy meals for people having parties. Most of the time, she was real friendly. But when she had a big order to fill, she didn’t like having any extra kids around. So there were times we couldn’t go to Norman’s house. On the other hand, it also meant there was usually lots of good food when we did go there, since his mom was always trying new recipes. “How about your place?” Norman asked.
    â€œWe’ll have to share our comics with Rory. That’s okay with you, isn’t it?”
    â€œI don’t mind. He can read mine first.”
    â€œGreat.”
    We headed back toward my house. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the cover of Swollen Rat People . The artwork was great. Rat Masterson and

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