During our sleepover, Rick’s dad came in saying that my mom was on the phone. With shaking hands, I lifted the receiver to my ear. Mom’s quivering voice asked where my sister was. When she and Dad got home, Joy wasn’t there.
“I dunno. She was home when I left,” I said, shrugging. Then a weird shiver went down my back, like when Rick and I’d peeked around the corner to where his parents were watching that scary movie in their bedroom. The psycho murderer holding up a chainsaw on the screen was so real, I almost thought he might jump out of the TV and attack me.
Mom said Joy was probably just pulling one of her stupid pranks and hung up.
Our sleepover kinda went downhill after that. We’d planned on having a pig-out, challenging each other to eat as much junk as we could stuff in our faces
