The Thicket

by Noelle W. Ihli

That’s the moment he loves most of all—even more than the blood. The moment of knowing. Knowing that something very bad is about to happen. And that it’s too late to stop it.

Ick, so creepy :(

Sometimes, Norah feels like her family members are living in different dimensions. Or maybe different circles of hell. She doesn’t feel abandoned. Or resentful. She just accepts that they can’t reach each other right now.

Norah tries to find the sadness. The grief. Even the anger she felt when she was looking at the Facebook event earlier. But it’s like trying to pull a too-big anchor aboard a too-small boat. It will capsize her, where the ocean will swallow her whole. So all she feels are the few bites of spaghetti she took roiling in her stomach. And a whisper that reminds her at every turn: Your fault.

Relief, then guilt, then apathy wash over her in waves that disappear as quickly as they arise.

Taylor’s not actually worried that something bad might happen to her. In fact, some part of her recognizes that it’s a little disappointing knowing that something certainly won’t. But that feeling of staring into the dark and wondering if there’s danger lurking there, even just a little danger, will never get old. It’s the whole point of Halloween.

Bruh

Either way, he should have killed her first.

So badass final girl of her :p