CHAPTER 11: A Stranger at the Window Well, you know me. When confronted by monsters, vampires, and shadowy forms that look like men, I don’t just sit there. I bark! Yes sir, I cut loose with a withering barage of barking. I bared my fangs and by George stood my ground and prepared to defend Miss Viola with every ounce of... Slim? Couldn’t be. We’d left him back at his shack, and good…