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and call Amber. Her cell phone would be exceeding her minutes that night as they all warned her that Isabella was trying to move in on her man.
    Drama-rama. So not my thing.
    Though I have to say it seemed to follow me everywhere.
    “Let’s play a game,” Darla suggested.
    “What is this, 1962, Barbie?” Dirk asked her, rolling his eyes.
    “Well, playing games is better than sitting around staring at each other. Frankly, I can only look at you for so long, Dirk.”
    He made a face. “I’m going to pick through Kenzie’s DVD collection. We should watch a scary movie.”
    The doorbell rang, and Reggie went to answer it and throw some candy from the dish by the door at my neighbors’ kids. My mom and Zoe were heading out the garage door to trick-or-treat themselves and Mom called to me, “Have fun. Be good!”
    What does that mean, really? Be good? How does a person know she’s falling within her mother’s interpretation of Be Good? “Always!” I called back. What else was I going to say? Though I was tempted to just once say, “I will never be good—I am Satan, I want to drink your blood, have orgies, and hurt bunnies.” It would totally amuse me, but somehow I don’t think my mother would see the humor in it.
    “Let the guys watch movies,” Madison said. “I’d rather play Bloody Mary Worth. Remember when we used to do that when we were like ten years old at slumber parties.” Her eyes rolled back in her head. “I believe in Mary Worth . . .” she droned.
    “Let’s do it!” Darla said.
    The other girls giggled and nodded. Isabella was still missing, probably busy asking Levi for a magic carpet ride in her naked Jasmine outfit.
    I shrugged. “Sure.” A cranky old dead lady popping up in a mirror was nothing compared to Levi and an open air portal in which random demon prison guards could leap out at me at any given moment.
    Bring it on.

Chapter Six
    Seven of us stuffed ourselves into my upstairs bathroom for a little conjuring. The guys stayed downstairs to watch a movie, pass out candy, and engorge themselves on pizza, though Reggie did try to slip into the bathroom with us. He’d taken off his dish costume and was just in jeans and a T-shirt, but he didn’t exactly blend and Madison immediately kicked him out.
    Isabella had joined us, but she was stony-faced and ignoring the questioning looks I kept shooting her.
    “What do we do?” Cecily whispered.
    “We need a mirror,” Madison said, her voice dramatic and low, her hands gesturing for emphasis. “A handheld one. We each have to turn around, look into the mirror in our hand at the reflection from the mirror behind us. We call to Mary, and then she should appear in the mirror, along with the face of our future husband. If she appears alone, as a skull, then it means you’ll die before you ever get married.”
    “Eew,” Sara said. “That’s gruesome.”
    My thoughts exactly.
    “I’ll go first,” Darla said.
    “There’s a compact mirror in the drawer on the left,” I told her.
    She fished it out. Cecily, who was crammed up against the closed door, flicked off the light at Madison’s instructions.
    It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but I could see the faint outline of Isabella’s shoulder next to me, and the top of Darla’s teased faux Barbie wig. We were all wedged in with zero space. “Good thing Dirk’s not in here with us,” I whispered. “Mary Worth would pass out from cologne inhalation.”
    Everyone laughed.
    “I can’t see anything,” Cecily whispered. “How are you supposed to see in the mirror?”
    “I don’t know.”
    But I could see Darla now that my eyes had adjusted, and she held up the compact mirror. “I believe in Mary Worth,” she said in a convincing voice. “I believe in Mary Worth. I believe in Mary Worth.”
    She kept her gaze on the mirror in her hand, but she muttered out of the corner of her mouth to Madison, “Three times, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you see