All around me the air felt charged and my hair stood up, tingles racing down my spin.  You know how you always can tell when something scary is about to happen in a horror movie? That feeling filled me.

"Logan! I haven't seen you in, like, forever!" Brooksia exclaimed. The smile spread across her face dropped and her eyes narrowed into a glare. "Just about a year, right?"

I backed up, nearly tripping over my own feet. 'No, this is impossible."

The words didn't come out, and it felt like I didn't even have the ability to talk anymore. I knew I could make sounds, but actual words were lost to me. What the hell? A weird feeling ran through me, and before I knew it, I was on two legs again and looked normal. In the distance, I could have sworn I heard, "The magic works for fifteen minutes. At eleven forty-five, it will break" but I must have imagined it.

Whoever had been glaring at me- because it couldn't have been Brooksia -vanished. Pinching myself, I reckoned I was awake and this was all just the drugs messing with me. I needed to wind down, to relax. And, for me, there was only one way to do that. There was a populated street not too far from where I was, lots of girls walking around. As usual, I thought about the kind of mood I was in tonight (which was dark by fair), so I scanned the girls until I found a pretty one with pale skin and long brown hair. There was a small bag in my pocket that told me it was okay if now all of this was consensual, I'd be drugging her anyway. From the moths I'd been doing this, I had found a few ways of getting the drugs in the girl's systems without hiding it in food or drinks.

I had pulled her from the street, away from her friends who still hadn't noticed she was missing. Slapping my hand over her mouth, my palm laced, I prevented her from screaming and got her to pass out.

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As I had hoped, I was indeed more relaxed. I looked over at the girl next to me and didn't see her chest rising or falling. Leaning over, I checked her pulse. Oh well, Spirit was a quiet little town, finding a naked teenager dead would liven it up a bit. The task hadn't taken too long, three minutes or so. I got dressed and walked away. Wanting to be alone, I headed for the graveyard again. 

Everything was quiet, there wasn't even a rustle of breeze through the trees from the wind. But then, off in the distance, noticed a glow. It was flickering, so that told me it was flames. But who would start a fire in the middle of a cemetery?

The air around me became ice cold again and I saw a haze up ahead. It grew steadily more solid until I could see that it was Brooksia. Looking down, I saw her headstone. Well of course I would see her ghost here. She smiled at me, beckoning me forward with her index finger like she used to do. As I walked towards her, the events of that night played through my head.

I had just been found out, one of my friends knew I was sleeping with both Brooksia and Cathy. Though I knew they might lie, I questioned each of my friends until they told me who knew. All of them said it was Brooksia, and that she was planning on telling my parents. As much of a lame thing as that is to do, I knew what would happen if my parents found out. Locating Brooksia by having Scott ask her where she was, I jumped into my car and drove after her. At first I was merely going to talk to her, but man could she be stubborn. So I eased my car over the line and aimed right for her. I downed a bottle of Jack after so it didn't look intentional. Though the punishment would still be severe, maybe not as bad as first degree murder.

At her funeral, I brought along some eye drops so that I could use them to make people believe I was crying. I mean, Brooksia had been great in the sack, but she could be needy, whiny, demanding- the list goes on.

I wasn't sure what propelled me to follow her ghost, which seemed to be stuck in a moment of happiness, forced to replay this for the rest of eternity. 

"You're early," she said. "You still have ten minutes."

What was she talking about? But I didn't get much time to think about it, or even ask her , before I was hit from behind.