KEEPING COUNT

(super freeky story)

Bree, one night, decided that she wanted to
have a sleepover. She sent invites to four of her
best friends, and a new girl, whose name was
Mary. Bree's four best friends were freaked out
by Mary, so they all declined the invitation.
Mary accepted.
Bree discovered that Mary was a really nice,
funny person. They spent all day watching
movies, doing each other's hair and make-up,
and talking about the boys they thought were
cute.
At around midnight, they both became very
tired. Bree made Mary a make-shift bed out of
pillows and blankets on the floor, and then got
into her own. Mary shuffled into her bed, Bree
turned out the lights and it was pitch black.
"Goodnight, Mary." Bree said. Mary started
counting, "One, two, three, four.." and Bree just
shrugged it off, thinking that it was just Mary's
way of getting to sleep. Bree finally drifted off.
Bree woke around 3:30am, for no apparent
reason. She noticed that Mary was still counting.
"Five hundred and forty eight, five hundred and
forty nine, five hundred and fifty, five hundred
and fifty one.." Bree sat up, confused.
Was Mary still counting to get to sleep? She
reached over and turned her bedside lamp on.
She then looked at Mary and became paralyzed
with fear.
In her bedroom, there was a man sitting in a
chair, staring in Bree's direction, while he pulled
the hairs out one by one of Mary's decapitated
head, and it seems that Mary was keeping count...