FRIDAY, AUGUST THE THIRTEENTH
Well, our trip to the Monster House is over, and I needs must describe how we left that place before my memories desert me.
I continued nightly to patrol for that werewolf. No one had seen it for days. Winchester had set out after it that morning and had not returned, but on this night I heard his voice coming from near the Monster wing. I followed it, and ran smack into his— once again— shirtless torso. He was strong and covered in hair, and angry— strangely angry. He told me to return to my room( like some tottering infant who was up too late).
I returned to my bed, but did not prepare for the night. Deep in the dark, when all was still but me, I sat listening, and my door slowly creaked open. There, two glowing eyes looked in. It was the wolf! It looked at me, and then dashed away! I followed it, gun in hand!
I passed by Percy ' s door and knocked as I passed. He came out after me and I pointed as the tail of the werewolf disappeared around the corner. We followed around that corner, slowly, and through the house into the Monster Prison.
The werewolf hovered next to a cage, possibly his own, as all large beasts were kept on the lower floors. But, it was a foolish mistake to think that, for the beast leapt upon a large lever, and suddenly all of the security doors between the main house and the prison slammed shut. Percy tried to open the door but it was mechanically bolted.
The wolf dashed towards the control room and I fired my flintlock. It was my best aim, but I was a fool! My bullets were not silver!
The beast burst into the room, pausing to look back at me, then began to move levers. Numerous levers.
Every door to every cell of every monster
was opened!“ We’ ve got to get out!” I cried. Creatures began to appear at their doors, slinking. The Baku burst from its cage, raging, and knocking railings apart. It charged straight at us, but leapt over us, goring the Nian that approached from behind. We managed to rush to the safety of the staircase just as ghosts began to pour out of their cells, making horrifying noises!
My good friend Percy Longville, he held onto me good and hard. We were not going to be separated, and all those times when I got upset when he manhandled me, I take back. Without his grip there on me, my bearings would have been lost!
Suddenly, the werewolf and a Minotaur crashed by, locked in combat with one another. They fell over the railing, and we rushed past. We kept climbing higher and higher.
We passed a cell where a group of what seemed to be statues had gathered. They were all gathered around a door. I thought at first that they must be gargoyles or some sort of living statues, but again, thank God for Percy Longville and his books, for he wrapped his hand around my eyes.“ What ' s going on?” I shouted. He replied,“ It ' s a basilisk! Don ' t open your eyes!” And he guided me past! I was being rescued by him! Ha! Ha! What a turn! He was impressive, even if it was just on a technicality of him knowing something that I did not. We moved for a while, but he released his grip on me and he screamed in terror at the sight of a mummy. Oh, heavens, that man. I stepped up and pushed it lightly out of the way. Mummies weigh nothing! We ran by quite unaffected.
But then a storm began brewing. The walls began to sway. Weather was appearing inside the building! The werewolf from below was scaling