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Your Cold Embrace
I had my first date this past Friday, with Carter, the star quarterback. It didn’t go so well. Instead of the night of my life, I got demons, zombies, and ghosts (oh my).
Yes, demons are real, along with almost everything else you ever feared in the dark.
I’ll never sleep again.
Why was my date so bad, you ask? Because Carter was brutally killed by a ghost. Truth be told, he deserved it. The ghost saved me from something that would have scarred me for life.
And that ghost? Yeah, he’s my dad, back from the dead, with a resurrection ring on his finger from a mysterious thrift shop.
I’m glad he’s back, really, but now I have to return the favor and save him. Those demons I mentioned? They want us both dead. We apparently broke some rule of the underworld. No one told me there were rules.
Or an underworld.
You know what the worst part is? My dad told me not to go on the date, but I didn’t listen. Now I’ll never hear the end of it.
OK, maybe the demons are worse.
Did I mention it’s not even Tuesday yet? Talk about a week from hell.