I creak open the door, and staring back at me is less like Sam and instead a wild boy. Crazed. Wide eyes. Feet tapping the floor. And the worst part? Covered in chocolate pudding. “Oh my God, Sam, where did you get those?” I breathe, blinking at not one, but two pudding cups on the ground. Not a trace of chocolate in them. Licked completely clean. Sam zooms past me, crawling like some possessed spider along the hardwood and laughing the whole way. Oh my God. This is a horror movie. Jasper Davies is going to murder me.
