Haunting-Adeline

preparing for it.
“He hasn’t said anything else about what he does for a living? Or why
he’s involved with Mark?”
That last ques on right there is exactly why I can’t tell her who Zade is.
He had said no one else knows about Mark and what he’s really involved in
except the few people who assist him.
I shake my head, refusing to give voice to my lie.
Daya nods, accep ng my answer without thought, and the guilt that
resides within me is almost unbearable. I lied to her face, and she didn’t
even ques on it.
She pours a shot of rum and hands it to me. “Here, this will cheer you
up. Pregaming before a haunted carnival is like, law.”
I accept the shot and gulp it down. When I lower the glass, the smile is
back on my face. Alcohol won’t cure the guilt, but at least I’m not mad
about my mom calling me a pros tute anymore. She snorts when she sees
my face.
“What do you think the haunted houses will be like this year?” she asks,
pa ng some shimmery brown eyeshadow on her eyelid.
She’s going to look dangerous when she’s finished. The eyeshadow will
bring out her sage green eyes to hazardous levels and a ract all the
monsters.
“I don’t know, it’s always hard to guess. It’s like trying to guess the next
theme for American Horror Story.”
The houses in Satan’s Affair usually all follow the same theme. One year,
most of the haunted houses were set up like prisons, and in each house,
you had to figure out how to escape.
That’s s ll one of my favorite themes thus far. That was also the same
year Daya peed herself.
She brings an extra change of clothes now, and I tease her every me.
“You ready?” she asks, swiping at her eyelashes one last me with her
mascara wand.
“Girl, I was born ready. Let’s go pee-body.”
“Bitch,” she mu ers, but I barely hear it over my evil cackling.