MARGARET
I froze the moment I saw her.
My feet stopped moving. My heart raced fast in my chest. My hands turned cold. My breath got stuck in my throat.
She was standing at the end of the hallway, tall and thin like a ghost. Her hair was long, white as snow, falling over her shoulders in messy waves. Her skin was pale, like it hadn’t seen sunlight in years. Wrinkled and dry. Her nose was sharp and pointy, and her eyes… they were the scariest part. Small, narrow, and full of something I couldn’t understand. Like she could see through me.
Then she smiled.
No, she didn’t just smile.
She laughed.
A deep, loud, crazy laugh that echoed around the room and made the hairs on my arms stand up.
“What does Luna Jillian want now?” she said, her voice rough and deep, like it was scraping against
