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You Can't Come in Here! [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Night, P.J.
  • Author:  Night, P.J.
  • ISBN-10:  1442420952
  • ISBN-10:  1442420952
  • ISBN-13:  9781442420953
  • ISBN-13:  9781442420953
  • Publisher:  Simon Spotlight
  • Publisher:  Simon Spotlight
  • Pages:  160
  • Pages:  160
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Oct-2011
  • Pub Date:  01-Oct-2011
  • SKU:  1442420952-11-MING
  • SKU:  1442420952-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100441707
  • Seller: ShopSpell
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  • Delivery by: Nov 27 to Nov 29
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Emily Hunter loves hanging out with her new neighbors. From their decked-out rec room to their almost-professional guitar playing, Drew and Vicky Strig are super cool.
The only bummer is that Drew and Vicky are homeschooled and Emily's other friends haven't gotten to know them yet. So Emily comes up with a plan for everyone to meet--a big party and sleepover at her house!
But as Emily gets ready for the party, she begins to wonder about Drew and Vicky. They won't let Emily into certain rooms in their house. And a wolf howls on their lawn every night. Is it only Emily's overactive imagination or are the new neighbors more than just a little strange?CHAPTER 1

The tall, black-clad man stepped slowly toward the sleeping woman who was stretched out on the couch. Behind him, pale light from a mist-shrouded moon trickled in through a broken window. In the distance, the mournful wail of a wolf split the deathly still night. The man strode one step closer, brushing past a spiderweb, sending the eight-legged creature scurrying up its silvery strands. Reaching the couch, the man parted his brilliant red lips, revealing two long, sharp, gleaming white fangs.

“And now, my dear,” the man said softly, leaning down toward the woman’s exposed throat, “you will be mine—forever!”

As the man’s fangs closed in on her neck, the woman suddenly awoke. Her eyes shot open in horror as she stared up at the beastlike jaws moving quickly toward her.

“AAAIIIEEEEEE!” she screamed, but her cry went unanswered.

Almost.

“Emily? Is that you? Is everything all right? I heard a scream,” said a voice drifting down the basement stairs. Downstairs, in her family’s home theater, Emily Hunter hit the pause button on the DVD’s remote.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m fine,” Emily replied, shaking her head.Why does she always interrupt me just at the ló,