It was a Saturday night, and Betsy's parents were to go to a social function that evening. They told Betsy that she was allowed to invite one friend over to sleep over. Betsy was from a rich family, they lived on the outskirts of town, and had 10 acres of beautiful, rich lush land. Betsy's house was a huge three story mansion, with fine detailed work, the nicest furniture and classiest articles. But the house wasn't very modern. It held an old ‘Gothic' aura to it with, with window shutters outlining the front, old spiral staircases and shiny hardwood floors, but it was very well kept. Betsy decided to invite her best friend Sue over. Sue had been her best friend since kindergarten, now both at age sixteen they were inseparable. After Betsy's parents left, they decided to go upstairs and play a game in Betsy's room. All the lights were off in the house except for in Betsy's room. As the two girls were playing the game, they noticed a weird thumping coming from downstairs, Betsy decided to ignore it and they went on with playing their game. After awhile Sue and Betsy both got worried as they thought that it wasn't coming from the same place. Finally Betsy pulled on her pink robe with a fur neck collar, and pink fluffy slippers to go downstairs to check out what the noise was. Sue stayed in Betsy's room. After awhile, Sue noticed that Betsy WAS taking longer than usual, and started to get worried. She heard a very faint, very soft thumping noise that came from upstairs. She didn't know if it was Betsy coming up from investigating the strange sound, or....someone else? She turned off the light, and hid by the door, with the only thing closest to her in Betsy's room, a bat. Waiting for the person to come in, she would have a chance to hit him or her over the head with it if she found out it wasn't Betsy.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

The noise was coming closer, and it didn't sound like Betsy's usual walk. It sounded more like someone was dragging their feet up the steps. Sue gripped onto the bat even harder now, waiting for the door to open. When it did, Sue could not see a thing. She shot out her hand, and with a sigh of relief felt the arm she was touching. Satin, like from Betsy's robe. Sue dropped the bat, and then felt the fur from the collar. It was defiantly Betsy now. Just as her hand was about to leave Betsy, Sue felt something cold, wet and sticky on her hands. She turned on the light and looked at her hand. It was smeared with blood. She looked up to ask Betsy where the blood came from before she shrieked with terror. Standing right before her was Betsy. Just without a head. The body infront of her stopped at the fur neck collar, and then blood trickled out from her neck....