"Go? Go where? You can't go out in public! Everyone think's you're -"
Toby's matter-of-fact plea was cut short as the locked door to the attic flung open with a loud crash, knocking aside a forgotten box of old little league trophies and last winter's wardrobe.
"Holy crap!" shouted Toby as a luminous hooded figure adjusted into sight. The only thing visible beneath a tattered cloak was a pair of menacing red eyes, which seemed to focus on the dust-laden book from which Toby had read aloud less than an hour before. The creature spoke with a gut-wrenching whine that made that hairs stand up on the back of the boys' necks:
"I've come for The Book."
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