Eeep, run away!

  Fifteen feet from the car, if that, Lily let out an ear splitting shriek.
  “What is it, Lil?” George asked, instantly concerned.
  “My purse! I lost my purse!”
  “Oh, God,” I groaned. “Who brings a purse to a haunted house anyway?”
  “I had it, I know I did,“ Lily continued, wisely choosing to ignore me.
  “Retrace your steps,” Jack instructed, easily taking control.
   Around and around the front yard they went. No purse. Lily scampered off for the back of the house, just to be sure, and a second later another of Lily’s screams split the air.
  I glanced at Jacob and the two of us hurried to catch up with the other three in the back yard where I noticed two things.
  One: Lily’s purse was huge and bright. Effing. Pink. How had I missed that?


  “This is beyond a doubt the worst date ever,” I hissed.
  “Nah, this isn’t worse than the food poisoning that one time,” Jacob said, possibly completely serious.
  “What the hell are you talking about? Haunting trumps three days of puking, easy!”


Yeah, Lily doesn't die, but that's only because no one actually dies while the story is taking place. Flashbacks and visions, however, are a completely different story.

My head hurts. I'm hoping it's because I'm hungry or because my ponytail is too tight. Must resume sloshing through the work of EVILE to see what I need to either finish/fix/or kill come December.

To tide you over, I present you with another Foster's icon. Woo!