Debbie's P.O.V.
"Debbie!" I whined to her, "You have to go!" "Why I have no one to go with," she said as she rolled her eyes. "At least come!" I yelled at her through the phone, "I'm coming over." I said irritably.
I heard a slam outside. Jenna's here I thought rolling my eyes. She bursts through the door with a 3 dresses in her hand and her left hand pulling a cart with makeup and hair supplies. "No Way," I said to her. "Yes way," Jenna said holding a silver dress up to me, "I didn't come all this way for nothing."
"You look gorgeous Debbie! Why do you want to leave?" Jenna said. "I told you my head just hurts. I just don't feel myself..." "Fine," she told me, "I guess you can go home. I'll just call Armando to see if he'll pick me up." I heard her talking as I walked down to my car. I was about to get in, but I paused as I read the word friend. I started to open the door, but BAM! Two hands slapped the inside of the door and I fell to the ground. When I stood back up, breathing heavily, the word friend was gone. I crawled in the car and started to drive home. "What was that?" I asked myself.Debbie drove into the driveway and opened the car door. I went to open my backdoor but someone or something had grabbed her. There was a blast of light that had blinded her. She tumbled over to a black cloud and screamed as it went into her. The thing had done something... She was being controlled or possessed. It dragged her up the stars into her bedroom. It ripped the lights off her wall and tied them to her ceiling and her neck. She jumped off the terrace and there she lie...
