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it would be hard for someone to attack the manor. We have extra protection in the main facility with a deep dungeon to fall back into if we need it. But we won’t need it with the charms and seals that have been put on the facility. And Shane and Gordon’s emergency action plans have all been memorized by the residents, who, I assure you, are ready for a fight if it happens.”
    Someone on the other side of the hall huffed. We turned to see Murray standing at a podium. He waved his wrapped hand dismissively at Director Z.
    â€œIt doesn’t matter what you do, Zachary,” said Murray. “We’re all done for. The great lebensplasm drinker in the sky will take every last one of us before all is said and done.”
    â€œWhat’s got into Hotep?” Shane said while pointing his thumb toward the podium.
    â€œI don’t know how many times I have to tell you,” grumbled Murray. “My name is Murray. Not Hotep.”
    â€œYou’ve got to be kidding. Murray’s not a mummy name,” said Shane. “It just doesn’t feel right. You’re totally Hotep.”
    Gordon snickered. “Told you Murrayhotep was a grump! He barely helped the other monsters move into this place—half the time he had disappeared to who-knows-where.”
    â€œWell, I’ll have you know—” Murray started to say.
    â€œLet it be, Murray,” Director Z said. “We have a lot to accomplish before the parents and teachers arrive.”
    â€œYou always side with the humans, Zachary,” Murray said as he stormed out of the hall. “This is why you will always fail.”

    My first job was to clear out the massive sections of giant spiderwebs that covered most of the hall. I stood with a broom and a pair of hedge clippers as I stared down at least a half dozen fist-size spiders.
    â€œI told you guys that the East Wing is off limits today!” I said to the agitated spiders.
    In unison they shook their hairy spider legs at me and then reared up, exposing insanely long and pointy fangs.
    â€œI have to take down your webs,” I continued. “There’s no way around this.”
    Griselda, the head witch, approached with a small black bag.
    â€œAll right,” she cackled, “I need a refill of leg-of-spider. Any volunteers?”
    The spiders quickly formed a line and scurried out of the door.
    â€œVe need three more chairs over here,” called Grigore, who was helping set up the seating.
    Shane rushed over to him with three more chairs.
    â€œIt’s great to see us all working as a team,” sniffled Ben as he helped set up the catering table. Nabila smiled at him as she came over to help with the chairs.
    A few zombies ambled aimlessly past her, shuffling chairs from place to place. Nabila huffed and said, “That’s good, Jane and John. Just open up the rest of the chairs—I’ll straighten things up.”
    I dodged the zombies and made my way over to Director Z, who was adjusting the podium. Across the hall Gordon waved his arms, trying to get my attention. He was fiddling with the speakers.
    I grabbed the microphone. “Testing, testing, one, two, three . . .”
    Gordon gave me a thumbs-up from the back row.
    â€œAwesome,” he said as he jogged over. “Now that we’re finished setting up, I can play fetch with the werewolves in the North Wing. That hallway is HUGE!”
    â€œNot so quick,” said Director Z. “We have a few errands to run.”
    â€œWhat!?” the five of us said at the same time.
    â€œSpeaking of werewolves,” continued Director Z, “we need to go to the pet store in town to pick up chew toys, and Medusa’s snakes are almost down to their last mouse. We should probably head to the butcher’s and the blood bank as well. That’s a lot to carry, and I’ll need all of you to help.”
    â€œHow are we getting there?” asked