​Untraceable (horror)

“The sex is scary good,” the young woman said to her roommate. 

They sat in Elevator Sushi in the college town of Northampton, in western Mass. A small plate of dumplings passed by on a conveyor belt. “I was getting my morning brew at Black Coffee & Bread like usual,” she explained. “Actually, I was pumping an empty coffee carafe when someone called from across the room, ‘It’s dead, I killed it,’ in this sexy accent I’ve never heard before. Then he told me that he liked my boots.” Charly clicked her heels together, all straps, leather, and spikes.

She had two long braids dyed red and green. Heavy eye makeup, clean skin. Heidi on Halloween.

“Hmm,” Marla pondered. “A guy who notices shoes. That’s a first,” she said. Her purple hair was parted on the side and hung long over her right eye. She wore a pearl necklace around her neck, a tiny step toward post-college life. “Maybe he likes to wear women’s shoes,” she teased.