Lana giggled. “Come here, guys!” The three other girls huddled around Lena and her phone. “Okay, ready?”

“Yes!” A curly red haired girl, Millie, exclaimed. “And I think I speak for us all when I say that.”

Lana took a breath and dialed 911. They picked up almost immediately.

“Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?” The voice was female, and it sounded almost panicked and rushed.

“Omigosh!” Lana said, sounding scared, “me and my friends just saw a huge shady figure walking down North Maple Street! It was… big, like, bigger than a man.”

“Stay right there,” the woman over the phone commanded, mumbling something that sounded like a string of curses, “we’ve already gotten a report that something like this has happened tonight. Do not leave your house. We’ve got it under control. Thank you for calling.” And just like that she hung up.

Lana was gaping. Millie was clinging to Blake, the blonde girl beside her. And the last, a dark skinned girl named London, was shaking.

“Do you… do you guys want to close the blinds?” London asked, backing away from the window.

Lana nodded, but with a quick realization she put a finger to her nose. “Not it!” London and Blake quickly followed, leaving Millie groaning.

“Seriously!” She squeaked, tiptoeing over to the window reluctantly. She did a messy job of pulling the blinds and curtains closed. The blinds dropped, and at the noise all of them screamed, and Millie lost her balance and toppled into London.

“Sorry,” she groaned, massaging her hip. “Anyone else think… think that this is a dream?” Blake nodded, pinching Lana.

“Hey!” Lana said. “I felt that!”

“And that means…” Blake started cautiously, “that this is real.”

The lights started to flicker and they screamed hysterically. Then the room went black entirely.

“Guys?!” Lana shrieked.

“Lana!” Blake scooted closer to the huddling group of girls. “Does anyone have a flashlight?”

“On it!” In a split second Millie had switched on her phone flashlight and started twerking, as all Millie-like-girls would do in a situation like that.

“Millie! Not now,” London scolded, which was surprising, because London was usually in on the twerking trend.

“Wait…” Lana said, coming to a terrifying revelation, “what’s today?”

Millie peered at her phone screen. “It’s May 13th.”

Lana glanced around, barely able to see her friends faces from the light of the phone screen. “Isn’t it Friday?” Blake nodded shakily.

Silence hugged the girls, encasing them in chills. Until…

‘Every 212 days on Friday the 13th, I come out from the darkness and make my appearance…’ the voice was eerie and cold and crept down their spines. It sounded like something out of a horror movie.

Just like that, the phone light from Millie’s phone blinked out. “Millie?” London trembled, the bravest of the group to speak.

No response.

Lana held her breath, tears streaming down her cheeks. Silence popped, one by one, until there was only Lana left.

‘Ah… the one I’ve been seeking for millennia…’