I screamed and tossed the box away from me, the head rolling out and onto my carpet. A streak of sanguine blood stained the rug, dripping out from the gaping hole where his head had been attached to his neck.
“Holy s**t! Holy s**t! Holy s**t!” I shouted, scrambling back until my back hit the headboard.
My hands trembled uncontrollably. I reached for my phone in the center of the bed to text Callan.
Me: Callan?! What the hell is this???
Me: Callan?! What the hell is this???Me: What the f**k is wrong with you???
Me: What the f**k is wrong with you???“Sakura,” Dad called from downstairs. “Is everything okay?”
“Y-yes!” I shouted, heart pounding.
“What’s going on up there?” he asked.
“It’s, um … just a spider!” I yelled, shuffling to my feet, picking up the head with my bare hands, and
