It's been five days since that horrid incident masquerading as an entrance exam went down and I can still see the images whenever I close my eyes, I still remember the smell of burnt tar and burning flesh, and I can still feel the way the hairs on the back of my head stood on end, I can't even turn my lights off out of fear that a 5 foot she demon would wrap her vine-covered hands round my throat and choke me in my sleep
"You gonna drink that?" Felicia's voice pulls me out of my mind as she points at the white knuckle grip I had on my half-empty purple mug of hot chocolate which I replied with a heavy sight chugging the chocolate down in one go pushing the mug to the far end of the table it teeters over the edge before levitating off the table flying into the dishwasher
