2. the scratch
We went straight home that night. We didn't eat. Nothing just got home called Lilly about what happened she came down with her fiancé instead and me and Marcie stayed in our room.
"Marcie?" I asked.
"What?" She croaked.
"Please. At least tell me what happened?" Marcie started to cry again touching the scratch on her face.
"Promise not to tell anybody?" Marcie reassured. I nodded. She let out a big sigh.
"It. It was like. A wolf. It's eyes. They were a deep orange/green. Almost yellow. It attacked me. Stole the charm you made me in 4th grade."
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"W-what else did it take?"
I head Marcie gulp.
"Y-your purse. "
"Y-you don't think th-that it wanted you in- instead?" She asked.
"I don't know Marcie. I don't know. "
But I did know. It wanted me