her eyes were black as her soul... "H-Hanna?" i reached out for my ex-friend. she growled in response. "Hanna!" i cried, startled. she was a nasty person but growling had never been her cup of tea.

i guess my loud shriek was enough to push her over the edge; Hanna lashed out; lunged at me with her mouth open wide revealing sleek, sharp black teeth that were never there before. i screamed- what else could i do? something was not right.

i grabbed the edge of the small coffee table we were sitting at and overturned it in one quick movement. the gesture was enough to slow her down the fraction of a second i needed to turn around and start running.

i gasped for air only seconds into my trek. was I hallucinating? nothing had ever been so scary and real in my entire life! good thing Hanna moves at maybe 2 miles per hour... I thought.

i jolted to the right and burst toward the doorway of the empty coffee shop and stopped cold. standing in the entryway was Hanna, a smug look buried behind the black teeth hanging over her jaw. her fangs were dripping some kind of goo that i did NOT want to get my hands on.

"what the hell, Hanna?!" i cried in frustration. i knew that the person in that body was no longer the girl i had met in kindergarten, but i had nothing else to say. what can you say when you are only seconds away from certain death?