You and Chris have been best friends since you were six. You've always been close, like siblings; you even have matching bracelets.

One evening, he suggested you go to the funfair that had just opened on the outskirts of town. The lights twinkled in the night, the rides spun, and the air smelled of cotton candy and warm toffee. You laughed, tasted the sweets, and admired the attractions until a large tent illuminated by red lanterns caught your eye. Strangers were inviting visitors inside for an "incredible show." Curious, Chris agreed and went forward.

You, suspicious, refused. You hate feeling pressured. Chris gave you one last smile and disappeared inside.

That same evening, Chris appeared in your room covered in blood and started vomiting, but his vomit was black and looked like it was covered in spikes or needles. He then pinned you against the wall and felt your neck as if he were drawn to your blood or your warmth. He finally left.

The next day in class, Chris seemed happy, laughing heartily and teasing you even more than before, as if he were a completely different person…