Tonight, was the night of Dead Girls’ Night Out and I’m paranoid that someone is going to get either murdered or mauled by vampires and werewolves. I don’t know what I am going to expect tonight, but hopefully it’ll turn out good. I might bring a weapon or two just to be on the safe side.
Right now, I’m having a hard time to find wardrobe because I don’t want to end up as bait. I found an outfit that wasn’t screaming slutty or too casual; it was just the right signal. A magenta colored long-sleeve crop top, black high-waisted jeans, and jet-black leather boots that matched the ensemble. I wasn’t doing anything with my hair because it was already in an afro, so nothing you could do with that, but my style looked cute for tonight. I’m not slutty nor I tend to be.
My phone rang. I wasn’t expecting a call from Harry. I looked at the caller ID and it was an unknown number that I didn’t recognize. So I answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello? Is this Maya?” Her voice was angelic, like very soft spoken.
“Yeah, who is this?”
“Zoey Milan.” she said.
“Wait, Zoey? How’d you get my number?” I asked.
“It was in a recent phone book that my step-dad got.”
It was very absurd for me that the father actually looked up my number in a phone book. And I thought I was going to call Zoey myself. Not her call me. Questions are swarming in my head.
“Are you still there, Maya?”
“Yes,” I said in a high-pitched tone. “You know I’m on my way to pick you guys up right?”
“I know, I was making sure,” she said.
“Okay. Can you give me the address, please?” I asked irritatingly. I wrote down Zoey’s address down on the same piece of paper that Trina gave to me. “Okay, I’ll see you and Trina soon.”
“Okay, thank you again, Maya.”
I sighed. “You’re welcome.”
I had a bad feeling about tonight. I imagined dead bodies everywhere on the dance floor and blood splattered along the walls. On the other hand, I don’t know what can go wrong, maybe it’s nothing. I hope it’s nothing.
As I drove my car into the driveway of Trina and Zoey’s house. In my opinion, the house wasn’t even a mansion. More like an old Victorian-style house. I just wondered if their father decided to live in this obscure house instead of a beautiful mansion on purpose. This family were freaking me out already.
I got out of my car, and began to walk to the front porch. This house had wooden stairs that creaked very loud, I thought I was going to fall inside of it. Super bad. But luckily, I didn’t fall.
I knocked on the door. This door was large, kind of hard to explain it, but there was a voice that sounded sinister, almost like a male ghost. It almost frightened me. “Who’s there?” The male voice asked.
“Maya Jaxon,” I answered.
“Who?”
I scoffed. “It’s Maya, I’m supposed to pick up Trina and Zoey.” I raised my voice a little, just so that he could hear me clearly.
Then the door opened by itself. I didn’t know how that was possible. I guess I was clueless of not learning about magic. I saw a man that looks like our mayor of New Orleans, Jerry Espinoza. It was interestingly odd. He was tall, yet stocky, same attire as him and a crooked smile.
“Are you Maya Jaxon?”
“Yes,” I said. I wanted to ask why does he look like the Mayor of New Orleans, but I didn’t want to be suspicious about it, so I let it go for now. “Are Trina and Zoey here?”
He nodded. “Let me go get them for you.” The man said. “Please, make yourself at home.” He invited me inside the house.
“Thanks.”
As I waited for the girls inside, I noticed that there was a woman dressed in a velvet black dress and Louboutin heels coming came down from upstairs. I thought she was a vampire for a minute, but I didn’t see no fangs when she smiled at me.
“Hello, my dear,” she said to me. “I’m Violetta Hathaway. You just met my new husband, Frank Hathaway.” Her smile was pearly white. I’d never seen such white teeth before.
“Oh, okay. I thought that was the Mayor.”
Violetta laughed at me. "No, my dear. To be honest, people does say that all the time when they visit my daughters."
I didn't know what to say, but in my head I knew that Zoey and Trina do like the attention.
"Okay, I'm ready," Trina said from upstairs.
Trina's outfit tonight looked like what a prostitute would wear, She was wearing two-piece outfit, containing a mini skirt and a crop top, and it was conservatively pastel like a vampire who was getting a tan, since they were pale.
Zoey's outfit looked a little bit professional, yet still hooker-ish. Her outfit was a diamond bustier and black high-waisted pants that looked like mine. Zoey's hair was perfect for the occasion: Black slick-back high ponytail, almost like Ariana Grande's style.
"Wow," I said. "You two look amazing." I don't know why I smile when I lie, but it happened.
"Aww, thank you, Maya," Trina said as she was blushing.
"I do like your outfit, Maya," Zoey complimented me.
"Oh, thanks, even though I wasn't trying too much, but I appreciate it anyway." I smiled again.
Trina and Zoey looked at me as if they were getting impatient.
"Are we . . . leaving yet?" Trina sounded impatient, I could hear it in her snooty, petite voice.
"I feel like we're gonna be late, and miss ladies' free entry."
"Ladies' free entry?" I asked.
"We'll talk about it when we get there," Trina said to me.
I was so clueless on what that even meant; maybe that's why I don't go to nightclubs.
Violetta walked up to me, put her hands on my shoulders, and said, "Be sure to bring my girls back at exactly one o'clock, okay?"
I nodded. "I'll try my best."
"Have fun you all." Frank shouted in the distance, unfortunately, I didn't see him since he let me in the house. Not gonna lie, pretty obscure.
Then my instincts were kicking in. Something bad was gonna happen tonight, I didn't know what it was but I all I know that someone in my mutual friend circle, was gonna be bait. I didn't like the feeling at all. Yay. Another death on the way.
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