Creeeeeek! The sound of her best friend’s bedroom door opens as Lyla creeps inside. Lyla never liked Aspen’s house; it was grey and aged like an ancient fossil. She stepped back and gazed at the room. Aspen’s bed was left unmade, half of her closet was sprawled all over the floor, and all of her quirky personal touches were still there. After she died two weeks ago, Aspen’s parents had refused to even touch her room; they refused to talk to Lyla about her when she brought it up. It seemed as if Aspen were now a zombie and they felt if they even so much as thought of her, she would come back from the dead and eat them alive. Because of this, Aspen’s parents decided to move out as soon as possible; in fact, this might be the last time that Lyla
