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Miller and Smith are back with another wild Monster Files case. This time they are helping a girl named Amber, who believes her neighbor is a werewolf.

After Miller goes on a stakeout with Amber, they find out the man has plenty of secrets. For one, he seems to have a taste for cats. And possibly the neighborhood kids as well.

The full moon is shining bright, and something strange is afoot in their small town. But can The Monster Files stop the werewolf before he takes another into the darkness?

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MY NEIGHBOR IS A WEREWOLF

MONSTER FILES BOOK 2

A. E. STANFILL

CONTENTS

1. I Hate School

2. Another Case To Solve

3. The Stakeout

4. Running Underneath The Full Moon

5. Warnings From A Werewolf

6. Building The Werewolf Cage

7. Werewolf Until The End

8. Back To The Treehouse

Next in the Series

About the Author

Copyright (C) 2021 A.E. Stanfill

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2022 by Next Chapter

Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Edited by India Hammond

Cover art by CoverMint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author’s permission.

1

I HATE SCHOOL

Miller was walking the football field, cleaning up the equipment left behind, when a football hit him on the back of the head.

“Don’t forget to pick that up too.”

Miller looked up to see Stanley Watts laughing at him. He was the star quarterback, but he was mostly known for being the school jerk.

Miller ignored Stanley and continued with the job that had been assigned to him. The principal had decided that Miller needed punishing after the comment he had made earlier that day, but why in the world did it have to be becoming the ball boy of the football team? Dodgeball, basketball, anything in the world would have been better than where he found himself now.

“Hey nerd,” Stanley said. “I told you to pick that up.”

“Do it yourself,” Miller muttered.

“What did you just say?” Stanly hissed.

“Nothing,” Miller replied.

Stanley picked up another football and threw it, hitting Miller right between the eyes and knocking his glasses off. Miller was angry now but couldn’t show it. He knew he had no chance of winning a fight against the football team, and he really didn’t want to take a beating either. Miller bent over and picked up his glasses without looking up at Stanley.

“Leave him alone, Stanley,” the football coach demanded, as his star player looked as though he was about to do something stupid.

“We have a big game coming up tomorrow night, and I don’t need my best player hurt or suspended.”

“Yes sir,” Stanley replied. He turned and looked over at Miller. “Today is your lucky day, nerd, but we have all year to get to know each other better.” Stanley was laughing as he walked away, his buddies tagging along beside him.

Miller finished the job assigned to him and asked the coach if he could leave. He was given the okay, so he grabbed his stuff from his locker and hit the ground running. It didn’t take long before he found himself at home. His Mom was quick to stop him in his tracks before he headed for his treehouse.

“You have chores to do, young man,” she said. “Your little friend can come over when you’re done.”

“But, Mom, we have things we need to get done,” he frowned.

She held up her finger, “First, chores,” she insisted. “Any homework?”

“Nope,” he answered.

“Then I suggest you get your chores done.”