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“You know I’m afraid of ghosts,” Carly Beth said, blushing. “And snakes and bugs and loud noises and dark rooms and — and witches!” Sabrina declared.
Was it just the wet glow left by the rain? No. It was a heavy feeling in the air. A heavier darkness. The eerie orange glow of grinning pumpkins in windows. The silent cries of ghouls and monsters waiting to float free on their night to celebrate. Halloween.
She could see their dark eyes go wide as they gaped at her mask. A ferocious roar escaped her throat. A deep, rumbling howl that frightened even her.
No. I’m not a pitiful, frightened little mouse tonight, Carly Beth thought bitterly.
For a brief moment, she had caught the fear. She had fallen under the spell of her own trickery.
“Ouch!” She cried out in pain. “It — it’s stuck to my skin or something. Help me.” Sabrina laughed. “We’re going to look pretty stupid if we have to call the fire department to get you out of your mask!”
“There’s no line,” Sabrina told her in a trembling voice. “There’s no line between the mask and your skin. No place to slip my hand in.”
The light flickered overhead. The rows of bloated, distorted faces continued to stare at Carly Beth.
Bulging eyes blinked. Swollen tongues licked at dry lips. Dark wounds began to pulsate. The heads were all bobbing, blinking, breathing.
