Matchstick
By Brandon Jimison
“OK, we’re here,” Amy said. “Let’s do this and get home before my mom notices we’re gone.”
“Yeah, be a shame if you actually got caught for once,” Meg replied.
“Shh, both of you,” Jennifer spat out. “You’ll disturb the spirits. Take your match.”
Each of the girls now held a match in their hand.
“I’ll go first, then you Amy,” Jennifer said. She struck her match,
“Joni Matchstick light a match for me.”
Amy struck her match and said, “Joni Matchstick better make it three.”
Meg struck her match.
She screamed.
The woman had come for them all.
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