She knew that his face wold be forever etched into her memory. No matter how hard she tried, she would always be able to remember his dark eyes, and his evil smile. No; she couldn't even call it a smile. It was a sneer, an awful, horrifying sneer. Evidently, she was glad to finally have him out of her life.
So naturally, when her friends send her across the street to an abandoned house as a dare, he was the last person she expected to see.
Let alone with a knife.
