After about 30 minutes of lying, the door opens, and the light turns on. I’m temporarily blinded by this light, but after my eyes get adjusted to it, I see the form of a person walking through the doorway. This is odd, I think. Jenny wouldn’t have finished work for another like five hours.
“Sally, we need to go,” I hear a fainter voice call to this mysterious intruder. “We already late for the party, and we still have to go to the mall to buy her a gift.”
“Hold your horses Rachel. I just need to put on some eye-liner. It’ll take a second.”
Oh, this must be Jenny’s younger sister, Sally, a 19-year old freshman at our school. Jenny always complained that Sally would come into her room and use her make-up even though she could never prove it. Jenny said she’d come back and notice all her cosmetics have been moved around from how she left them and always suspected it was Sally. So she was right all along.
“All right but be quick about it. We have to go soon.”
I feel the ground quake as she walks into the room. She doesn’t notice me lying in the middle of the floor but is looking at the dresser ahead of her. I see her steps coming closer and closer, and it is beginning to look like she might step of me. I try to yell up to her, but that is of no use. I see her foot rise above me and wince as it lowers right over me. Does she step on me?
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