I let go of her and turn my hand up, feeling the wet and sticky substance caked on my fingertips.
Blood.
I flick on the light and horror clutches me.
A deep, red line stretches along her neck. Her eyes are open, cold and soulless.
“Oh, my god…” My stomach churns. “Anna?!”
“Boo!”
I jump back as my heart leaps into my throat.
Anna’s glazed eyes fill with life again and her mouth curls into a twisted grin. “Trick or treat!” she says, laughing hard.
I blink as the horror and terror in my veins fades. Suddenly, it all becomes very clear. I don’t know why she did this but that familiar, nostalgic need for childish payback takes hold of me.
Oh.
Oh, it’s on now.