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a couple of soldiers, firing imaginary guns at imaginary enemies. It was childish, but great fun. Steve "lost" a leg on the way and I had to help him to the top. "You might have taken my leg," he shouted from the top of the stairs, "and you might take my life, but you'll never take my country!"
    It was a stirring speech. At least, it stirred Mrs. Leonard, who came up from the downstairs living room to see what the racket was. She smiled when she saw me and asked if I wanted anything to eat or drink. I didn't. Steve said he'd like some caviar and champagne, but it wasn't funny the way he said it, and I didn't laugh.
    Steve doesn't get along with his mom. He lives alone with her his dad left when Steve was very young and they're always arguing and shouting. I don't know why. I've never asked him. There are certain things you don't discuss with your friends if you're boys. Girls can talk about stuff like that, but if you're a boy you have to talk about computers, soccer, war, and so on. Parents aren't cool.
    "How will we sneak out tonight?" I asked in a whisper as Steve's mom went back into the living room.
    "It's okay," Steve said. "She's going out." He often called her
she
instead of
Mom
. "She'll think we're in bed when she gets back."
    "What if she checks?"
    Steve laughed nastily. "Enter my room without being asked? She wouldn't dare."
    I didn't like Steve when he talked like that, but I said nothing in case he went into one of his moods. I didn't want to do anything that might spoil the show.
    Steve dragged out some of his horror comics and we read them out loud. Steve has great comic books, which are only meant for adults. My mom and dad would hit the roof if they knew about them!
    Steve also has a bunch of old magazines and books about monsters and vampires and werewolves and ghosts.
    "Does a stake have to be made out of wood?" I asked when I'd finished reading a Dracula comic.
    "No," he said. "It can be metal or ivory, even plastic, as long as it's hard enough to go right through the heart."
    "And that will kill a vampire?" I asked.
    "Every time," he said.
    I frowned. "But you told me you have to cut off their heads and stuff them with garlic and throw them in a river."
    "Some books say you have to," he agreed. "But that's to make sure you kill the vampire's spirit as well as its body, so it can't come back as a ghost."
    "Can a vampire come back as a ghost?" I asked, eyes wide.
    "Probably not," Steve said. "But if you had the time, and wanted to make sure, cutting off the head and getting rid of it would be worth doing. You don't want to take any chances with vampires, do you?"
    "No," I said, shivering. "What about werewolves? Do you need silver bullets to kill them?"
    "I don't think so," Steve said. "I think normal bullets can do the job. You might have to use lots of them, but they should work."
    Steve knows everything there is to know about horror facts. He's read every sort of horror book there is. He says every story has at least some truth in it, even if most are made up.
    "Do you think the wolf-man at the Cirque Du Freak is a werewolf?" I asked.
    Steve shook his head. "From what I've read," he said, "the wolf-men in freak shows are normally just very hairy guys. Some of them are more like animals than people, and eat live chickens and stuff, but they're not werewolves. A werewolf would be no good in a show, because it can only turn into a wolf when there's a full moon. Every other night, it would be a normal guy."
    "Oh," I said. "What about the snake-boy? Do you …"
    "Hey," he laughed, "save the questions for later. The shows long ago were terrible. The owners used to starve the freaks and keep them locked up in cages and treat them like dirt. But I don't know what this one will be like. They might not even be real freaks: they might only be people in costumes."
    The freak show was being held at a place near the other side of town. We had to leave shortly after nine o'clock, to make sure we got there in time. We