by BP
Beth yawned, deleting the e-mail without a second thought.
“Moonchaka my foot.” She mumbled, stretching and checking the time.
It was late- but there was time for one last smash. She paused a moment to gather her thoughts, smiling wickedly when the idea struck her. She had a special program for cases like this.
The girl smiled, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Her costume was flawless-or at least she thought so: a tattered hospital gown and as much white face-paint and cheap lipstick as she could afford. She giggled, blowing a kiss at the mirror.
“They’re gonna be so freaked out.”
She had been planning this prank for quite some time. Every detail she could possibly think of-which, admittedly, wasn’t much-had been taken care of. She even started circulating a nonsensical chain letter. She was particularly proud of that. Hours of staring at a monitor trying to think of the perfect word, the most terrifying exclamation of horror, had finally yielded her masterpiece: moonchakka.
She shivered just thinking about it. Moonchakka. No one would understand that. She just knew they would all freak out when they heard it.
“This is gonna be so cool!” She giggled, practicing her best crazy serial killer face in the mirror.
When she was finally satisfied, she turned off the light and slunk out into the park. She couldn’t risk her parents seeing her-not before her oh-so-sophisticated prank had been pulled. The public bathroom at the local park was hardly the ideal base of operations, but it would do. She tiptoed through the park, convinced no one would suspect her. When she finally reached her house, she could barely contain her excitement. Her parents would be watching TV, enjoying the evening, not suspecting their deadbeat daughter had anything planned. She giggled again, pulling a small jar of cherry syrup from her pocket. A few quick dabs of syrup for gore affect, and she was ready. She crept up to the window, face contorted in what she doubtless thought was the most terrifying expression known to man.
“Boo.”
She let out a yelp of surprise, stumbling back from the figure who had somehow materialized directly between her and the window. The figure chuckled, shaking her head.
“Cherry syrup? Really?”
“Who- who the heck are you? Get out of my yard!”
She tsked quietly. “Oh, come now. That’s hardly how one should treat one’s guests.”
“Yeah, well, who asked you?” She pouted. Her beautiful prank- ruined. She eyed the new-comer venomously. “And who’re you supposed to be? You goggle-eyed freak!”
She raised an eye-brow. “Goggle-eyed? You must’ve pulled a brain-muscle thinking up that one!” She shook her head. “Guess I shouldn’t expect much from Miss Moonchakka.”
She frowned, throwing the bottle of syrup to the ground in the first sign of her impending tantrum. “How do you know about that? You just shut up! Shut up and stay out of my business!”
The new-comer rolled her eyes. “First you want me to explain, then you want me to shut up. Make up your mind.”
“I said shut up! Just go away! You’re ruining everything!” She was in full tantrum mode now, arms flailing, crocodile tears pouring down her cheeks.
“Oh, I’m not going anywhere.” Her eyes glinted dangerously. “See, I’ve been keeping an eye on this little scheme of yours- and I’m not amused. I figured I’d spend a little time with you. Talk this through.”
“I don’t wanna talk! I just wanted to scare people! I hate you! You ruined everything!”
She continued, completely ignoring the little brat’s outburst. “And I figured, what could be more fitting than to banish the brat with the same nonsense words she wanted to use on others?”
“You can’t do that! You’re just a stupid nobody who ruins everyone else’s fun!” She stomped her feet and let out a primal wail.
“Am I now? I’ve only got one thing to say to that.” She smirked. “Moonchakka.”
A sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed the would-be prankster, driving her to her knees.
“What- what are you doing?”
“Moonchakka!”
The dizziness intensified, bringing with it a blackness that overwhelmed her vision.
“No…no, stop! It-it was just…just a stupid prank!”
“Moonchakka!”
With a drawn out wail, she faded away, banished to a plane as insubstantial as the chain letter she had inflicted on so many people.
Beth stared at the empty patch of grass whereon the prankster had stood, her reverie interrupted by her stomach grumbling loudly.
“Gosh dang it…" She muttered. "Now I want moon cakes.”
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