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home.”
    “But now we all think you are the werewolf,” Mr. Moon said. “Now we all think it is you, Bella. Don’t we?”
    “No way,” Ray replied.
    “We all agree with Bella,” Rosa said. “This is dumb.”
    Mr. Moon turned and stared at Rosa as if seeing her for the first time. “Almost forgot about you,” hesaid. “Here. You take it.”
    He pushed the plog into Rosa’s hands before she could back away. She cupped the creature in her hands and held it up in front of her face.
    “Are you satisfied now?” she asked Mr. Moon angrily. “I’m holding it—okay? See? It’s not doing anything. It— ouch !”
    Rosa let out a cry of pain as the creature sank its teeth into the palm of her hand.
    “It bit me!” she screeched.
    The plog dropped from her hands.
    Mr. Moon dove for it. But it shot out of the room and vanished into the hall leading to the kitchen.
    “Now they’ve all run away,” Angela said, shaking her head.
    “We’ll round them up later,” Mr. Moon said. Rosa was smoothing a finger over her injured palm. Mr. Moon grabbed her by the arm. “It seems we may have caught our werewolf,” he said.
    “You’re both insane! Totally insane!” Rosa screamed.
    “If we’re insane, why did the plog bite only you?” the teacher demanded.
    “I don’t know. Let go of me!” Rosa jerked her arm free.
    “Calm down, everyone,” Angela said. “Do you need a bandage for that hand, Rosa?”
    “She doesn’t need a bandage,” Mr. Moon said.
    “In a short while she’ll be growing wolf fur over the cut.”
    “I think it’s snack time,” Angela said, her eyes on Rosa’s hand. “Anybody hungry?”
    No one answered.
    “Oh, come on,” she said. “Everybody likes special treats on Halloween.”
    “Come into the dining room,” Mr. Moon said. “We’ve prepared some very tasty treats for you.”
    Tristan and Rosa hung back as the others trooped to the dining room.
    “Is your hand okay?” Tristan whispered.
    Rosa nodded. “Just two little puncture holes. That stupid plog has sharp teeth.”
    “There has to be a way out of this house,” Tristan said.
    “I don’t want to stay here another minute,” Rosa replied.
    “We’ve got to try upstairs,” Tristan whispered. “Or maybe the basement.”
    “But—how?” Rosa whispered back.
    “Hurry, you two,” Mr. Moon called to them. “Stay with the group. Don’t try anything funny, Tristan. Don’t try to help the werewolf escape.”
    The long table had been set with an orange-and-black tablecloth. A silver platter was placed in the center of the table.
    What is that piled on the platter? Tristan wondered.He squinted at it, trying to make out what it held.
    “Oh, gross,” he groaned when he realized what it was.
    He stared at the stack of red and purple raw meat.
    “A nice assortment of animal guts,” Angela said, grinning her sick grin. “I’m sure you remember them from our little guessing game before?”
    “We don’t want good meat to go to waste,” Mr. Moon added. “Come on, kids. Fill up your plates.”
    He grabbed a disgusting, shiny pink intestine off the platter and shoved it into Rosa’s face. “Go ahead. You know you love it. Start eating.”

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    “You—you really want us to eat that stuff?” Tristan gasped.
    Angela handed him a china dinner plate piled high with raw meat.
    Rosa turned away from Mr. Moon. “Raw animal organs? No. Please…” She held her stomach.
    Angela plopped a slimy purple blob of meat on Tristan’s plate. “Go ahead. Eat up.”
    “No way!” Tristan cried.
    Beside him, Ray stared at the yellow intestine section on his plate. With an angry growl he picked it up and heaved it across the dining room.
    It made a wet splat on the wallpaper and bounced to the wooden floor.
    Mr. Moon stepped in front of Ray. “Didn’t your parents teach you not to play with your food?” he asked.
    The teacher lifted a shiny purple organ off the tray—and shoved it into Ray’s mouth. “Eat. Go ahead. You know