by Jon Jacks
Huh, some sleepover – my two best friends dead, and their spirits moving in with me, into my body.
Sure, the Rye Man made it look like an accident, but I know they were murdered.
See, the Rye Man’s like the Slender Man, only real.
Whaddya know, he’d also hoped to kill me – so now I’m just unfinished business.