Fear Story
Her mind still lingered on her sweet sixteen, which had ended just hours ago. She could still see the party in front of her, her silky blue halter dress with the fringed ribbon at the skirt, her laughing friends sipping sparkling cider, the huge layer cake with tiers towering over her friends and family. It had been any girl’s dream. Her entrance had been great; she’d been carried in on a chair by her brothers, and everyone had had their eyes glued on her. She’d been like royalty, like a princess. Amy smiled to herself, humming softly to herself and recalling the music, the dancing. She barely remembered when the party ended and had to wonder at first whether it even had ended. No, it had, she thought to herself, recalling the limo ride home and her parents carrying her gifts. Throwing off the covers, Amy sat up straight and alert. The gifts!