Night -2011-: Fright

Charley Brewster had been a coward for three weeks.

He swung the bat at the nearest torch. It clanged off—but the flame jumped. It landed on the marble floor and did not go out. Instead, it spread. The black marble drank it like oil. fright night -2011-

“No,” he said.

“One year. Hide well.”

Charley tightened his grip on the bat. His heart hammered so loud he was sure she could hear it. Charley Brewster had been a coward for three weeks

She paused. “No?”

“Jerry was an artist of appetite,” she continued, rising. She wore no shoes. Her feet left wet prints on the marble. “I am an artist of consequence . You will not die tonight, Charles. You will watch. For one year, you will watch everyone you save fall, one by one. And on the last night, you will thank me for it.” It landed on the marble floor and did not go out