The Traveling Vampire Show

“Good one.”

She slipped her hand into mine. We walked side by side through the quiet evening.

Chapter Thirty-two

When we came to Slim’s house, she set the grocery sack down on the stoop and crouched in front of the door.

“The tape looks okay,” she said. “Stay here. I’ll check the back door before we go in.”

I waited. A couple of minutes later, Slim opened the front door from inside.

“Entre,” she said.

The sack in one hand, Rusty’s shirt in the other, I stepped over the threshold.

Slim shut the door and locked it. “If anyone came in while we were gone,” she said, “they didn’t use the doors.”

“I guess that’s good news,” I said.

She seemed amused. “Vampires, of course, can turn into bats or wolves... or even a mist. You go turning into mist, you can get in just about anywhere.”

“It’s not dark yet,” I pointed out.

She smiled. “Not technically. Of course, if we want to get picky about it, vampires can’t enter anyplace without an invitation.”

“That is good news.”

“But people can.”

“Not so good.”

“I want to brush my teeth. Why don’t you put that stuff down and come upstairs with me? You can stand guard. Just in case.”

“Okay.”

We went upstairs together. She turned on the bathroom light, then said, “I’ll be out in a minute,” and shut the door.

She didn’t lock it, or I would’ve heard the ping.

It was good to know that she trusted me.

Standing outside the door, I heard water start to run.

Night hadn’t yet fallen, but the hallway was almost dark. I thought about taking a walk to the other end for a quick look into the bedrooms. But I wanted to stay close to Slim. And I really didn’t want to see the bedrooms: what if they weren’t the same as when we’d left?

What if someone was hiding in one of them? Hiding in silence, waiting for us....

It didn’t seem likely. If I’d had to put money on it, I would’ve wagered that nobody was in either of the rooms, nobody was in the entire house except me and Slim.

Still, I felt chills crawling up my back as I stared into the gloom at the end of the hallway.

I wished Slim would hurry up.

Finally, she shut the water off. I expected the door to open, but it didn’t.

Then I heard a steady splashing sound.

Oh.

Not wanting Slim to come out and wonder if I’d been listening to her, I walked away from the door. The sound diminished. Though I could still hear her, I stopped a few strides down the hall.

And stared toward the two bedrooms.

Nobody’s here, I told myself. They were here before, but then they left and went to my house.

And to Rusty’s? I wondered. He’d been at Janks Field the same as us.

I heard the toilet flush.

Soon after that, the bathroom door opened, light spilling into the hallway.

“Dwight?”

“I’m here.” I hurried to the door.

Slim looked a little worried. “Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere. Just over there.” I nodded to the side. Stepping out of the bathroom, she looked down the hallway. “Did you hear something?”

I shook my head. “Not really. I was just ... waiting for you.”

“Let’s go to my room,” she said.

“Okay.”

My heart suddenly pounding, I stayed by Slim’s side and we left the lighted doorway behind.