~ Emily ~
The old Victorian house at the end of Maple Street had stood empty for years.
Tonight it glowed with orange jack-o’-lanterns lining the cracked driveway and fake spiderwebs stretched across the porch.
A handwritten sign on the door read: “Halloween Party – Enter If You Dare.”
I adjusted the short black dress that barely covered my ass, the fabric thin and silky against my skin.
I had come as a “sexy witch” with a pointed hat, fishnet stockings, and a little wand. I twirled nervously.
My friends had dragged me here, promising it would be fun, but they disappeared the moment we walked in, leaving me alone in the crowded living room.
The party was loud. Music thumped. People in costumes laughed and danced. But something felt different.
I wandered into the kitchen for a d
