Free Vampire Breath by R. L. Stine Page A

deal…
    The door to the bathroom stood open. I stepped inside. “We never use this
bathroom,” I muttered. “We use the one across the basement.”
    Cara followed me in. The mirrored door to the medicine chest was partly open.
She pulled it open the rest of the way.
    The shelves were jammed with all kinds of jars and bottles. Strange medicines
and tubes of ointments.
    I saw a green glass bottle on the top shelf. “What’s that?” I wondered. I
stretched my hand up to pull it down.
    But Cara grabbed it first.
    “Give it back!” I cried. I shoved her.
    She shoved me back.
    She turned the glass bottle in her hand and read the name on the label to me: “WEREWOLF SWEAT” .
    “Cara—put it back!” I ordered. “No. Really. Put it back. Leave it alone,
Cara. Don’t open it. Don’t—”
    She teased me. Grinning, she pretended to pull off the top.
    “No—!” I cried.
    I swiped at it. Tried to pull it from her hand.
    But I missed—and tugged off the top instead.
    “Whooooa!” Cara cried out as a yellow liquid squirted over both of us.
    I rolled my eyes. “ Now what?” I cried. “ Now what do you think
is going to happen?”
    “Grrrrrrrrowwwwwrrrrrrrrr!” Cara replied.
     
     
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