I DO NOT OWN ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS, OR THE ADDAMS FAMILY BROADWAY MUSICAL, OR DRACULA

"So Alvin, can you help me with something?" Simon began.

"Yeah?" Alvin asked slightly nervous. Simon never, ever asked for his help. Plus, they were right by the spooky house by the alley. Theodore had oh-so-brilliantly suggestd they take a short-cut home. Now, they were lost. Legend has it, that a killer named Paul Simouns once lived there, dragging his victims inside, little boys their age, and skinned them alive to be eaten. No one could prove it, so everyone in the stayed away from there. One day, he screamed so loud, the etnire neighborhood heard it, and half of them went over to check on him. The police found him dead, with bite marks in his neck. They dregged him off to get ready fo rthe funeral home. The next day, he was seen in a blck hoodie and jeans looking for his victims. People say it was a trick on their minds, but a few daring people touched him, to discover his skin was ice cold, and if you looked closely, you saw fangs. No one has seen him in ten years, but Dave always warns them to not go by that house. He wouldn't tell them the legend, they know the story from a boy at school. No sane person would go there.

But Simon, apparently, wasn't sane then.

"Come into the house with me."

"Ummm...Why?"

"Because...I want to check it out, you know, for science"

"But..." Alvin screamed in fear. He had inquenchable terror on his face. "WHAT IF HE IS STILL THERE? HE'LL BITE US, IF NOT EAT US!" Theodore looked at them.

"What is going on guys?" Teodore asked cautiously.

"We're going into the house."

"WHAT?" Both brothers shrieked.

Simon ran past them, grabbing his flashlight from his backpack. "We're not going in." Alvin said to Theodore, only to look to this right and discover Theodore wasw chasing after Simon.

"Guys, guys?" Alvin sighed heavily, before chasing after Theodore." Wait up!" Theodore and Simon sild into the house undetected. It was aoyur textbook Haunted House. The drapes were dark, stained torn out, the couch had plastic covering on it, The TV was turned onto its side, glass was broken, antenas bent. Windows were shattered. No lights were on besides Simon's flashlight, which has in his hand as he crossed his arms and tapped his foot.

"Are you coming?" Alvin glared, and Simon rolled his eyes and walked off. Alvin and Theodore didn't wait too long before catching up.

"Simon, why do you want to come in here?"

"I told you, for science."

"Anything else?" Alvin began to yell. "You don't run into a house for science. Especially not you, Simon. This is so not you!"

Simon sighed. "I-I caught up with Rocky today." Theodore made a slight moaning noise. "He's still his same old self. He took away my glasses and told me I wa a nerdy liitle chicken. He said that that's all I'll ever be, and tehn he dared me to go into the house. I'm so sick of people thinking that. I wanted to do something brave for a change." Alvin's eyes were less angry.

"That's why I bolted in here. I wanted you guys to come with me...b-b-because I'm too scared to go alone." Simon said, almost ashamed. The very idea of the most sensible, smartest being afraid was almost unfathomable. Theodore and Alvin nodded understandingly. They headed down to the basement.

"Why are we going in there? Didn't we just have to enter the house?" Theodore asked impatiently, wanting to leave th creeepy house as fast as possible. The floorboards creeked, below beackoning to them to come down...down...down...deep into the darkness. Theodore could have sworn he saw red, glowing eyes looking at him. He gulped, trembling in a cold sweat.

"No, Theodore, Rocky said that I had to go down to the basement."

"How do you even know he's watching?" Alvin impatiently asked.

"He said he would be by the window." Simon answered, quietly.

"Well, he wasn't."

"Still, ALvin, I'm not taking chances. And that's the end of it." Simon staed defiantly, and reluctantly stepped down the stairs to the basement.

His two loyal brothers followed him. He finally reached the bottom of the steps. "See boys, nothing to fear." Simon began. The basement was even creepier than the house. The floor was made of dirt. The walls looked like they were about to come down, all musty, and it smelled weird...like...mold. Moldly. They breathed pure relief, thinking that there was nothing there.

They were so wrong.

Theodore was the first to sense something was wrong. He felt something ...off. "Simon, I don't like it here." Theodore said in fear.

"Yeah, you did it, let's leave." Alvin ordered.

"Guys, it's kind of cool down here. Why do you want to leave."

"Something feels off. I don't like it , Simon. I want to go home." Simon scoffed.

"Please, guys. We're not girls. We should base our feelings on scientific fact, not some silly sixth sense." He barely finished the sentence when all threeheard an unearthly growl. "Ummm..."

"Oh, yeah...Simon...SIMON!" Alvin shrieked. Simon shined the flashlight over his shoulder, glanced behind him, and all the color drained from his face.

The creature was awful. He was unbelieveably pale, blood-red eyes filed with hunger and blood lust, and pearly white teeth, with the largest fangs ever seen. His face had an uncanny deacy in them. He covered his body in a cape. He smiled the creepiest, sickest smile any of those innocent children had seen. He howled and attempted to grab Simon. Simon screamed, and Alvin dragged him from the monster. All three trampled over each other, screaming like never before, each believing it would be a miracle if they stilll had a voice by the time they left. Alvin and Theodore raced up the stairs and out the door. Simon followed them, but fell over the TV

"Ahh!" His glasses fell off, and the continued to fumble for them. "Darn it, maybe I should consider contacts." The monster silently slid right behind him, as Simon retrieved his glasses, no sooner had he put them on did he see the monster closing the door...and locking it. Simon gulped down enough terror for the entire British army. The monster slowly came closer, backing Simon into a corner. Siomn, feeling that there was no where to run, slid down to the floor, trembling, trying desperately to keept the tears in his eyes and off of his face.

Come on Simon, you're a tough boy, fight back.Simon thought. "I warn you, I will fight back..." The monster smiled again, as he bent down. He smiled at Simon, making eye contact. He directed Simon's chin to look at him. Simon thought he might throw up. Then he felt Simon's neck. Simon felt a scream coming again, but before he could let it out, the monster, whatever he was, with amazing speed, sank his fangs into Simon's neck. Simon's scream could rival any- one's in history. It had shock, terror, horror, and yet, there was still room for innocence in it too, which made it all the more painful to hear for Alvin and Theodore.

Simon couldn't take it any longer. He finally blacked out from pain and overwhelming fear. The monster smiled twistedly, and dragged Simon out onto his front poch step, expecting the boy's brothers to return for him.