![]() ![]() It was a long time ago, when I was younger and more easily rattled. Now it seems dumb, but at the time it was the most intense game of dead-girl whack-a-mole ever. ![]() I remember her face, pale but not sightless, materializing through faded flower-print wallpaper. By the time I met her, all the blood had leaked out of them. I don’t know what color Emily Danagger’s eyes were. She has hazel eyes, sort of too big for her face, but pretty. She’s another junior at Winston Churchill. “I like explosions, special effects.”Ĭait Hecht. “I don’t much care for monster movies,” I reply, and don’t mention that neither Jigsaw nor Jason is technically a monster. “Jigsaw and Jason are definitely my favorites. “I love monster movies,” says the girl beside me whose name I can’t remember. It took the better part of an hour, hacking with the athame at wall after wall as she seeped out of it, quietly trying to get behind me. But the shape of the face is so similar, it’s like I’m staring at the girl I tracked into the upstairs guest room. I blink and mutter a vague answer to whatever question the girl next to me just asked. Her body was stuffed into the attic wall and plastered over. She’d been murdered in her early teens, by a contractor working on her parents’ house. I think I killed a girl who looked like this once. ![]()
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