Tony was determined to scare the shit out of me by Halloween. His latest gimmick: hiding rubber spiders in my oatmeal.
“I could’ve choked on these,” I said as I plucked each out of the bowl and threw them at him.
“Not even a jump scare?”
“I told you!”
That night, as I headed to bed, he stood at the end of the hall wearing only a white sheet.
His unexpected emergence from the bathroom sent chills down my arms. When I looked back, the being had dissipated, the sheet flat on the floor.
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