The wall where her blood touched began to rot instantly, plaster bubbling, wood screaming like it was alive. A child lunged to stop her; Sarah swung the broken frame like a club. The jagged edge caught the girl across the face and she unraveled, turned into a swarm of black party streamers that dissolved into nothing. The remaining three screamed in pure rage. Mike’s corpse charged. Sarah ducked, grabbed the heavy candelabra off the table, and drove it straight through his chest. He looked down, surprised, then smiled with too many teeth and whispered, “See you at the next party, babe.” His body collapsed into a pile of deflated balloons that spelled HAPPY FOREVER. The house itself groaned, timbers cracking like bones. Something big was waking up angry.
