It was saturday night, seven fourty-five pm and Rose and Ivy were still not dressed. Rose has been over Ivy's house since around six twenty-five. She thought they could get ready together and go together. 

"Why can't I find anything?!?!" Rose stressed. They wanted to wear something that make them seem cool. Something that would finaly get the boys to look at them. 

"Well, we better hurry up", Ivy said as she looked at her alarm clock, " `cause we got about thirty minutes to be fully dressed and at that party."

"I know, I know. I do not want to be late either"

Finaly, Ivy setteled for a red silky tank-top with black embroidings and black denum jeans with red sewings on the back pockets. She had red Stilethettos on her feet to match. Rose wore a hot pink halter top with white skinney jeans. And her toes slipped right into white and pink Coach flats. They both threw some make-up on, that they took from their mothers, and were on their way.

"I really hope Josh likes my clothes", Rose desired.

"I don't know why you crush on him anyway", Ivy retorted, "you know Jessica is all over him twenty-four/seven"

"Hey, a girl can dream can't she?"

"Not about Josh Hathaway, she can't"

A block away, Rose spotted the house. It had red, yellow, and white lights flashing out of the windows. As if there were a disco ball in the room. She could see shadows behind the windows, people's silthoute. the windows that will show her shadow soon enough. Then Ivy saw the house too and got as excited as Rose.

Rose knocked on the door and Josh answered. She gave him a flirtatious smile and a wink. He just raised one eyebrow, chuckeled, and yelled "They're Here!" probably at the top hof his lungs. The misic was really loud, it could blow off somebody's head that loud.

"Welcome dearies!", some really old raggedy lady said and smiled warmly. Ivy thought she was most likely Jessica's mother, or maybe grandmother from the looks of it. Rose thought the same exact thing.

"Um, thanks", they both said shyly, and returned the smile. They were starting to get nervous. 

The house was suddenly quiet. Rose looked into the living to inspect the amount of people, and sure enough there was a disco ball there. I knew it! she thought. Along with the disco ball were not that many people. Maybe ten or twelve. Fifteen at the most.

All of a sudden the girls felt a really harsh shove from behind them, and heard the door slam a bit too loudly. 

Then as soon as the warm smile appeared on the old lady's face, did it turn into a sinsiter one. "No lovelys, thank you for coming",her smile grew even bigger, " because now we can have dinner" The last word came out in a hiss.

That was when the growls started to sound and when Rose realized they were going to have some trouble leaving that house tonight. Ivy realized they were probably not going to be able to leave at all. If they are lucky, then it will pass by easy, quick, and not completely painful. Considering...

So this is why they always keeep to themselves. It's because they're--- Ivy's thoughts were cut off all of a sudden by a sharp pain-throbing stab somewhere in her lower body. She could not tell which because she was already unconsious.

"Ivy!", Rose screamed in fright. But no one seemed to hear her `cause the music was on again and it drowned out her voice.

Rose was next to be on the floor, she knew it, and that is exactly what happened. She was thrown on the floor and just about to hit unconsiousness, too.

But not before she saw what Ivy saw. It was then that everyone in the room seemed to transform into something that was not even supposed to be real. Something that was only supposed to be a myth........