Before I knew what I was, I knew my parents would never believe me the truth about me. I was terrified of what I was actually becoming. I didn't have an explanation. I knew I was in trouble - turning into something I wasn't comfortable about being - an undead creature of the night. 

Hi, I'm Monty Moonshine, I'm eleven-years-old. I knew moving to a small apartment at Stone Heart was going to be a mystery. I'm an only child, and my two overprotective parents wanted me to go out and make some friends with the local kids. It's the middle of October, and I knew Halloween was around the corner. 

Mom was a guidance counselor at the local high school. I knew she was already plotting a scheme in her mind to humiliate me in front of the student body. She had a big mischievous grin on her face as I walked on the top floor of the two-story apartment building. I was holding a box of old junk I had packed in. Dad was in the kitchen, putting away some dishes. He turned to me and hugged me.

I looked at him like he wanted to do something ugly to hurt my feelings. He shrugged, and I sat the box down next to me. Turning to the blinds, Dad whistled a cheerful noise, as he slowly started to open the blind to let in morning sunlight. 

As he did, I stepped back cautiously as I put on a pair of sunglasses I wore around my nice yellow colored t-shirt. It read: "Bite me" in bloody red letters. To show I know how to stand up for myself against bullies. As I watched Dad open the blinds to let in morning sunlight, I gasped. Bright golden sunlight started to burn and smoke at my brown fashion sneakers. 

Screaming in agony, I stepped away from the living room. Where Dad let in the morning sunlight. Seeing this was a problem, Dad quickly closed the blinds. And Mom put away some family photos she was putting away. I looked at my expensive shoes and the smoking stopped. 

"Son, are you okay? What is it?" Dad asked me, politely. As Mom and Dad helped sit me down on the love sofa in the living room. The movers recently put it there. The two gentlemen in their moving jumpsuits and hats waved us goodbye and my parents waved them goodbye.

Dad locked the apartment door. He turned back to me with caution. Mom was sitting next with an arm around my shoulders. I was shaking like a leaf. "Calm down, Monty, dear. Tell us what's wrong?" she asked, worriedly. "You can tell us anything. We can help," Mom continued.

I looked at my parents like I didn't want to believe it. "I can't explain it. You'll think I'm…crazy," I sobbed, hugging myself to keep the chills from freezing my skinny body. 

Dad turned serious and he scooted a seat next to me on the couch. "Try us. We'll do whatever it takes to get you well again," Dad promised. But I didn't know how to stop the feeling from growing any deeper. I looked at my ghostly pale hands. Suddenly, I gasped with agony, as I started growing long, pointy sharp claws! 

Gasping with fright, I felt embarrassed and scrambled onto my feet. Startled, my parents looked at me with dread. I shoved my hands deep in my pockets. "Uh…where's my bedroom?" I asked nervously. They cautiously pointed behind me. I turned and looked down the hall, and looked at the room down the end of it. The door was open. "Thank you! I can't believe you left all my cool friends behind!" Storming away from my parents, I knew I never would regret moving from Hidden Treasures to Stone Heart. Where I knew I had a bad intuition about it.

Slamming my bedroom door, I entered my brightly lit room. I started feeling queasy and smoky again as sunlight started scorching me alive. Running over to the blinds, I pounded my fists angrily on the wall. And quickly closed the blinds. I looked uneasy at all the boxes of unpacked things I would not feel happy about unpacking later. 

I took off my shirt and tossed it aside. And plopped my head on my fluffy pillow. I was so frustrated over the move, that I screamed angrily with my head in the pillow. I knew I'd never make any cool friends here like the ones back home in Hidden Treasures. It wouldn't be the same. It's going to take some work, but there's no place home like Hidden Treasures. It's difficult making new friends when anxiety and fear are very powerful negative emotions that could tear you down quickly. 

I knew meeting kids my age at a new middle school was going to be a challenge. It takes me all day sometimes to feel my best. But people seem to judge you before they even get to know you like a real human being. Taking my Android cell phone out of my pocket, I started to delete all of my friend's phone numbers. I knew I'd never hear from them again. So why bother even making contact with them. 

Three of my coolest best friends would never get to hang out anymore. I was a popular kid at my old school. They all loved hanging out with me because we got along so well. Now it's going to be different. I started to see a girl named Traci Troll. I had a crush on her. She was cute, with red hair, sparkling green eyes. And a winning smile. I almost started to delete her number. And started to get all weepy for her. 

My finger was slowly about to delete her phone. Then I stopped myself. I hit a message in a text saying "Miss you girl. You will be remembered. Always knew how to cheer me up," I sent the text. Then I charged it to me on a wall next to the bed on the floor. 

Growling with anger again, I punched my pillow a couple of hard times. And cried myself to sleep. Even though it was barely morning…

As night came too soon, I awoke with the sound of someone cackling outside my bedroom window. The blinds flew open, the window blew open. Moonlight brightened my messy, unpacked bedroom. Fog started swirling in through the bedroom. I knew something was going to make me wish I ever regretted moving to Stone Heart…

Because I turned over on my side to watch a mysterious vampire bat fly up toward my bedroom. It waited for the window sill to rise up. Fog started rolling in. The vampire bat clumsily crashed in through the parted curtains. It appeared as a young goth girl dressed in a black blouse and wore black matching makeup in a puff of smoke. It was her glowing white eyes giving me a hypnotic stare. At first I thought I was dreaming. When suddenly, she pointed a sharp pointed claw at me. And flew into my bedroom next to me. 

"It's going to be over soon," the strange gothic vampire girl said. She smiled and showed me her sharp, fanged teeth! And took a bite out of my neck. She was drinking my blood hungrily. Blood gushed out of my neck! Yeah…she's not friendly at all…