You, Jinx’s best friend, were at her grave, and you kept repeating to yourself that she’s not really gone. You hope and pray everyday that she would come back.

As you went back home, you lay on your bed and look at the framed picture of you and Jinx. You can’t take it anymore, and you cry. You remember all the memories you had with her.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on your door.

“I’m busy..!” You said

After you said that, you hear ticking. It grew faster and faster, then your door knocks down