dressed in an overcoat and he had a cane in one hand. He turned around and saw me. For a split second we stared at one another. When he took two steps towards me, I noticed that he walked with a limp. And even though the sun was bright enough to melt my hair, I could see the scar under his eye. It was like a thick, pink stripe. His eyes widened for just an instant, and then they narrowed as we acknowledged one another.
It was Everett Johansson. And he had the police with him.
I slammed the door shut and backed away from it. My hands and face were hurting from the sunlight that had been bouncing offthe floor and walls. Ten secondsâ worth, maybe twenty, and already every inch of my exposed skin was covered in red spots.
I started looking for my uncleâs business card. I couldnât remember where Iâd left it. As I was rummaging through my bedsheets, I realized it wasnât going to do me any good. The only phone I could have used to call him was at the nursesâ station. The house phone in my room worked only inside the building. I was done for. The police were just outside the door, and I had nowhere to hide but under my bed. I was a little too big for that.
I pushed the bed in front of the door and threw my chair on top for good measure. The door opened inward, so that would slow them down for a few seconds. But I had to find a way to hold out for at least a half hour or so. Then, once the sun was all the way down, I could run away. Or maybe I wouldnât have to. My Uncle Maximilian had said he would be here. But the bad guys werenât going to wait, and there wasnât anything between us but a few inches of wood and a single bed. So I did what a lot of people do when they get into trouble and donât have a clue what to do. I looked up.
Footsteps were right outside my door now. I heard a knock.
âZachary, are you in there?â The voice belonged to Nurse Roberta.
âZachary,â said another voice. It sounded all crackly. âItâs the police. We know youâre in there. Please open up. We need to have a word with you.â
The next knock was loud and hard.
âI hope youâre decent,â Nurse Roberta said.
I was too frightened to say anything. A few seconds later, someone tried to push the door. It opened just a crack before the bed got in the way. One of the police officers said something in a loud voice and tried to force the door while Nurse Roberta asked me to âPlease open upâ over and over again. A few seconds later they had pushed the bed back far enough that one of them could slide it completelyout of the way. The chair toppled to the floor. Everett Johansson was the first one in.
âWhere is he?â I heard him say.
But Nurse Roberta didnât know. None of them did. I was gone.
Chapter 14
Emergency Exit
P erhaps you donât believe that I really am a vampire. It is a stretch, Iâll give you that. But if you do believe I am a vampire, well, you canât be a numbskull about it, either. Iâm not a storybook vampire like Count Dracula. I canât do supernatural. My escape wasnât all that impressive. Check the ceiling of your school someday. Or an office. If itâs like mine, itâs really a false ceiling. Itâs made of rectangular foam tiles that sit on a plastic frame. You can poke them up with a broom. Up above, youâll find the plumbing and ducts for heating that run every which way.
Thatâs it. Thatâs how I got out. I just stood on my desk, pushed up the tile, slid it backwards, jumped up and grabbed one of the black pipes hanging overhead. Then I pulled myself up and slid the tile back in place underneath me.
Ta-dah
!
Are you impressed? Maybe not. But I tell you, it was awfully nerve-racking hanging there, hoping the police would leave.
Everett Johansson was furious. âWhere did he go?â he asked again.
âI donât know,â the nurse answered.