THE DEATH OF THE MEAN GIRLS: A Young Adult Horror Story (Dark and Dreary Tales Book 2)

Candice wondered why she was ever invited to Sarah’s sleepover. All the girls there were mean, rich, popular and stuck-up. She was nothing like them and couldn’t stand how Jennifer, Kristen and Marie followed Sarah around like puppy dogs. It was no surprise that when Sarah asked everyone to play on the Ouija board they did as they were told. But then things started getting weird. No one ever suspected that Marie had another plan. She was possessed by an evil spirit that would keep Marie young forever in exchange for fresh young souls. And now she was after Sarah and her friends and had no mercy on the mean girls.

Warning: This horror story has very dark and disturbing images.
Adults should read the story before determining whether or not it is appropriate for a child in their care.
DEATH OF THE MEAN GIRLS is the first story in the exciting new series FOREVER YOUNG. Growing up in a family of mediums, Marie summoned an evil spirit that intrigued her. And in order for the demon to stay she would have to give him the lives of fresh young girls. In exchange she would live to be sixteen forever. Where will Marie’s devious plans take her next? Whose lives will have to be sacrificed to fulfill her pact with the evil demon?
Here is a preview:
“Last time I checked, all of you went right along with me, so we are all to blame.”
“We didn’t have a damn choice and you know it!”
“Kristen shut the hell up. You were the one that had the damn Ouija board, so if anyone is to be called out it is you!”
“Mine? Is that what you think? Oh Miss Prissy, the damn thing wasn’t mine, it was…”
And before Kristen was able to continue her sentence, her tongue swelled five times its size and she began to choke.
The other girls looked at Kristen in horror and screamed even louder, and the laughter that had gone almost silent was now an ear piercing screech. The girls screamed in terror and were hugging each other. The lights stopped flickering, and were now extremely bright; the glass from the broken windows was now rising off the tile floor, hanging in midair. Candice was in the center of the group, and she was sobbing the softest. In her mind she was safe, she didn’t want to do this in the first place, she didn’t ask any questions and she didn’t provoke it either. She closed her eyes and began to pray.