By, Nan Claire Falkner
“Upstairs Dearie. That’s right, use the lift – right there. Church donations are in Room #13.”
“Thank you Ma’am,” Carrie whispered, opening the gate and entering the rickety contraption. Carrie remembered Steven’s warning. “Don’t look into the Hags Eyes – Wear sunglasses and your black dress.”
Knocking on the door, she could hear movement as rats scurried down the dark hallway. When the door creaked open, Carrie walked slowly.
“Surprise, Happy Birthday!” Everyone screamed.
“Steven! NOT funny!”
Across the hallway, looking through the peephole, the witch licked her lips. “This be easy!” she cackled to Pyewacket, until she saw Carrie’s cross.