"what does she want?" I ask quietly, scared that she might hear me. But when I see the crooked smile that displays the lady's chipped, yellow teeth, a part of me didn't mind being heard if I could escape this crazy lady. "what else would she want?" she pauses as though thinking about it. I had to stop a sob from escaping. "she wants your family," she ticks off her scaly bony fingers. "she wants your friends," "she wants your life," she gazed at me with that sickly smile again. I gulped quietly. "she wants... your face." This is a short story.