Claire leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smiling.
You’re being weird. Weirder than usual.
They share a look. It’s weird. It’s competitive. It’s love. phil's epic halloween prank on claire
Halloween morning. Claire is in full control mode: candy bowls arranged by flavor, a list of “acceptable trick-or-treaters” (no one over 4’6” without a parent), and a fire evacuation plan taped to the fridge.
Fine. But no tricks. I’m the champion now. Claire leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smiling
Claire looks up from the floor. Her turtleneck is covered in fake fog residue. Her hair is frizzed. Her eyes are pure murder.
Are you hiding something in the closet again? Because the last time you said “closet ghost,” I found a discontinued trampoline you bought off Craigslist. They share a look
She takes a step back. The motion sensor triggers the wire. The white glove drops from above, dangling right in front of her face. It’s attached to a small mechanism that makes it tap her on the nose.