[please publish] You're in a graveyard. At least, that's what it looks like. There's bones everywhere, covering the floors and hanging from the walls in all sizes. There's a loud, sickening cackle, and you turn to find a grotesque looking witch with green skin stalking closer to you. 'Feast, feast, feast!' she repeats, cackling as she reaches for you.
Crack, crack, crack. The bones crunch under her feet, rattle on the walls, get tangled in her dress. They're everywhere-- something happened here, something awful.
But it's not real. It's just a setup; a show put on by the teachers, taking a break from their boring day-to-day lives of tormenting children. Now they get to do it in costume.
No, no no no, Perrie knows it's not real, but that doesn't help. This isn't okay; it's just a room, but she's all alone and she's shaking and her palms are sweating.
Then she hears the cackle, far too close to her for comfort, and screams. It's deafening and shrill, surprisingly loud for someone of her stature.
The witch is straight out of the Wizard of Oz, green and horrible and maddening-- but worse. This one has undertones of her history teacher to her, something about the glint in her eyes.
"Feast, feast, feast!"
Hell no. No, Perrie is not being eaten. She tries to run, but the witch is coming closer and she trips over the bones at her feet, landing flat on her face. She wants Talia; Talia could handle this. Talia wouldn't be a pansy, she'd punch the witch in the face and laugh about it.
Perrie isn't her sister. Fighting back tears, she gets up and runs. It's just a game, she tells herself. It's just a game.
