The cake was delicious, the Capri Sun was flowing and the music was booming. Now, it's present time. Friend after friend presented their gift to today's princess.
Now, it was my turn, I carried the boxed doll to Liz her angelic face lit up as she uncovered the doll as she gazed gleefully at it, I saw a black mass stand behind her, it stared at her hungrily, but what could I do?
"Happy birthday to you" everyone began to chant "Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to Elizabeth. Happy birthday to you" everyone applauded and grinned.
Liz hugged me and whispered
"He.wants.you!"
I ignored her, smiled and hugged her but I couldn't hide my concern.
What could I do?
What can I do?!
I'm powerless!
The show must go on, the cake is chauffeured into the room, in it's ethereal glow of pastel mauve, gold leaf and spun caramel, I can smell the vanilla cream a mile away, I swoon and sigh as the smell lifts me off the floor.
Bella Così!
I grab my phone, go outside and call my friends Marie, Ted and Sacha.
YOU ARE READING
YES
KorkuGhosts, Poltergeists, Demons don't exist. This is what you must remember. They're nothing but stories told at campfires on a pitch black night to terrify the timid and intimate the bold. This is what you must remember.
