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It didn't take me long to realize that there was something unusual about my new next-door neighbor. My brother Tad and I were kicking a soccer ball around in the front yard when the moving van pulled up. A few minutes later, a car pulled into the driveway and a woman stepped out. Although the day was hot and sunny enough to send trickles of sweat down my back, the woman was all bundled up. She wore a full-length coat over her slacks, and a floppy straw hat swallowed her head. White netting hung down from the hat's brim, hiding her face. Long black gloves topped off her bizarre outfit. Was she just wearing a bunch of her clothes because it was easier than packing them? Or did she have something to hide? She said something to the men in the van, then hurried up to the front door, unlocked it, and disappeared inside. The next morning her car had disappeared into the garage. I never saw it parked outside again. Sometimes after dark, I noticed headlights pulling out of her driveway, even though I hadn't seen her car all day. I decided something suspicious was going on and dug my binoculars out of a box in the closet so I could figure out what. My binoculars didn't help much. All day long, our new neighbor kept her drapes closed. Why would she do that? No matter how carefully I watched, I never saw her venture outside during the day, but sometimes when I looked out of my window at night, I saw her walking by our house. One evening after work, Mom took over some cookies and introduced herself. She said our new neighbor seemed nice. "But why don't we ever see her outside during the day?" I asked. "She's probably too busy, Emily," my mom answered. "She has her own desktop publishing business." She can't be busy every day, I thought. Why doesn't she come outside? The entire summer passed without our mysterious neighbor stepping foot outside until night blanketed the neighborhood. Finally, Tad asked the question we'd both been thinking but had not dared to ask. "Do you think she could be a vampire?"