

Cabin in the woods
When I woke up in the sister's cabin, on that last day, it felt like wet tingling fleas were jumping all over my face. I was too terrified to pay much attention to the bruised back of my head, where I'd been hit and everything had gone black on the hiking trail. But in all my scary dreams of the Black and White Sisters . . . in all the menacing diary entries that pointed to their guilt in my mother's death . . . in all my premonitions and visions of seeing my long, lost fathe


It's not always black and white . . .
So this entry from my mom's old diary kinda freaked me out. Won't lie. I was just learning about the creepy sisters, Mary and Meredith, who the kids all called the Black and White Sisters because one had hair as white as snow and the other had hair as black as a raven's wing. I got my chance to meet these girls - well, now they're old cronies - when they kidnapped me and tried to use my blood to restore their own youth and beauty. Scary with a capital SCARE. But thanks to my


Flashback Friday! How Ms. Mulligan got her start . . .
So, it all started on my twelfth birthday. March 14th. Same birthday as my mother, Elise. I know that because I stole my mom's diary under false pretenses while trying to find out why I became Ms. Mulligan . . . okay, that's a lot of info, so I'll back up. I went to Kat's house for my birthday sleepover with Kat and Dolly, my two besties. Kat's mom, Delia, NEVER lets Kat do anything fun on a school night, but since Sunday was my ACTUAL birthday, she made an exception if Kat a