It was the creep I had seen earlier—all in black, with that weird and spooky white porcelain mask. The guy made me want to shiver, and not with anticipation. There was something vaguely threatening about him. The cheerful voice that came out of him was completely at odds with his eerie costume. And that voice? There was something about it, something I felt I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
It was as though I had heard it before.
The annoyance I felt was written plainly across Jeffrey’s handsome face. He glared at the guy. “We were talking, man.”
“I could see that. I’m not blind.”
I shook my head, that voice again. Not only was it familiar, but it was also too cheerful and perky, creating a kind of dissonance between the threatening appearance and the homey, almost comforting sound of
