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               "Tiffy! Come on, don't be such a sourpuss," yelled Merle through the bedroom door.
               Tiffanie stared at the door, trying to blow her roommate up with brainpower only. It wasn't working. "Go away!"
               Merle sighed. "Fine. Be that way. When Alma comes and eats your face, don't say I didn't warn you. She's going to come and whisper to you through the vents, and then you'll look up and see her rising slowly at the foot of your bed, ready to pounce."
               "Shut up!" Tiffanie protested. The thought of the Alma character still brought her chills.
               "Come on outside, we're all waiting for you!"
               Tiffanie sighed and stomped over to the door. She flung it open and screamed. There stood Merle – her eyes wide and a nail embedded in her skull. A rivulet of blood stained its way down her nose. "Merle...!" screamed Tiffanie, before she felt blood rush into her head and everything went black as Merle's corpse leaned over her, laughing diabolically as she plunged into unconsciousness.

               Merle fell back onto the sofa, doubling over with laughter as Michelle shook her friend concernedly. "Merle, I think maybe that was too strong of a joke to play on poor Tiffy."
               "Come on! It's Halloween! I'm entitled to some fun! Is the blood really that convincing, though?!"

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               "Tiffy! Come on, don't be such a sourpuss," yelled Merle through the bedroom door.
               Tiffanie stared at the door, trying to blow her roommate up with brainpower only. It wasn't working. "Go away!"
               Merle sighed. "Fine. Be that way. When Alma comes and eats your face, don't say I didn't warn you. She's going to come and whisper to you through the vents, and then you'll look up and see her rising slowly at the foot of your bed, ready to pounce."
               "Shut up!" Tiffanie protested. The thought of the Alma character still brought her chills.
               "Come on outside, we're all waiting for you!"
               Tiffanie sighed and stomped over to the door. She flung it open and screamed. There stood Merle – her eyes wide and a nail embedded in her skull. A rivulet of blood stained its way down her nose. "Merle...!" screamed Tiffanie, before she felt blood rush into her head and everything went black as Merle's corpse leaned over her, laughing diabolically as she plunged into unconsciousness.

               Merle fell back onto the sofa, doubling over with laughter as Michelle shook her friend concernedly. "Merle, I think maybe that was too strong of a joke to play on poor Tiffy."
               "Come on! It's Halloween! I'm entitled to some fun! Is the blood really that convincing, though?!"