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    â€œIn the back of the dining room,” replied Director Z. “Mrs. Taylor, while the children assist Grigore, please allow me to show you the view from the West Tower above the dining room. It’s spectacular.”
    â€œYeah, and at night, the stars are amazing out here,” I said nervously, trying to get my mother to think about anything but the blood-splattered old vampire in front of her. “I’ve got my telescope set up in the tower.”
    â€œWe’ll be right back,” Shane said to Grigore.
    â€œOne of you should stay and keep an eye on him,” my mother said.
    â€œOf course,” said Nabila. “Ben and I will stay behind.”
    The rest of us walked out into the dining room.
    â€œIs it this door?” I asked Director Z, who continued walking toward the hallway with my mother.
    I grasped the doorknob of the already slightly open door and peeked inside to see bizarre-looking instruments and a huge, grainy photograph of the moon on the wall. The moon had—
    â€œNot that door,” said Director Z, who pulled me out of the room before I could explore further. My mother stood in the hallway, looking around at the decorations.
    â€œBut the moon,” I whispered so my mother didn’t hear. “It had a face! Like a real face, not just the craters and hills that make up what we
think
is the face.”
    â€œDo you see the moon everywhere,
Moon Boy
?” Gordon said, chuckling.
    â€œIt would be best if you forgot about this room for now,” Director Z hissed as he closed the door.
    Shane opened the next door, revealing a gaggle of mops and every kind of cleaning solution you could imagine.
    â€œThis is Ben’s dream,” said Shane.
    â€œI’m sure it shouldn’t take you too long,” said Director Z. “Please meet us at the bottom of the stairs and we’ll all continue to the East Wing.”
    He led my mother up the spiral staircase with a warm chuckle.
    We grabbed as many supplies as we could and went back into the kitchen to find everything perfectly clean. Nabila and Ben stared wide-eyed at Grigore.
    â€œWhat happened?” I asked.
    Nabila and Ben kept on staring.
    â€œI realized after you left that I could just slurp up all of the blood myself,” said Grigore. He stared off into the distance and added, “Like a cat licks up blood.”
    â€œHuh?” I said. “You mean like a cat licks up milk?”
    â€œYes,” he said. “Of course that’s vhat I meant . . . maybe I am a little demented like the Director says.”
    Nabila and Ben were finally coming back to the real world.
    â€œYou guys okay?” asked Gordon.
    â€œHe was so fast,” said Nabila. “So creepy.”
    â€œAnd hungry,” added Ben, shivering. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight.”
    We left Grigore, and I walked over to the door of the mysterious moon room. It was locked.
    â€œDang,” I said.
    â€œWhat did you see?” asked Shane.
    Before I could answer Shane, Director Z and my mother appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
    â€œLet’s head to the other side of the manor, where there’s one room in particular that I think you’d like to see, Mrs. Taylor,” said Director Z.
    The East Wing was filled with empty rooms. Gallow Manor had a lot of space.
    As Director Z led us down the long hallway, organ music blared. It was a louder and darker song than Horace usually played.
    We passed by beautiful, dark oil paintings in dusty frames. We passed a suit of armor that stood guard with an ax.
    â€œWe have quite a collection of Victorian art. As you can see—”
    â€œWHAT?!” my mother screeched. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE MUSIC.”
    The organ music got crazier and spookier.
    â€œMY APOLOGIES!” Director Z yelled over the music. “I HAD TOLD HORACE NOT TO PRACTICE WHILE YOU WERE HERE, BUT AS