Evan nearly dropped the can of Monster Blood. The sticky green substance tightened its grip on his fingers, making loud sucking sounds. But Evan only cared about the sounds coming from downstairs. “I’m home!” he heard Conan shout. “We’re home, too!” It was a woman’s voice, probably Conan’s mother. “They’re all home,” Evan whispered. “We’re dead meat!” Andy murmured. “I’m going upstairs,” Conan called to his parents. Evan let out a terrified cry as he heard Conan’s heavy footsteps on the stairs. “Andy—wh-what do we do?” he stammered. “The window!” she replied. They both lunged toward the open window and peered out. A narrow concrete ledge stretched just beneath the window. Without hesitating, Andy raised a leg over the windowsill and climbed out onto the ledge. “Evan—hurry!” she whispered, gesturing frantically. Evan was still desperately trying to pull his fingers from the bubbling green goo. Andy reached in through the window and grabbed him by the shoulder.
