"I dare you to!" Candice giggles uncontrollably. The wine is going straight to her head.

I don't want to.
I've heard the stories.
We all have.
It would be blatantly stupid to proceed with this.

"Do it, Willow." Lucy encourages.
I can always count on Lucy to get me into trouble.
It's just like the time she convinced me to shoplift and I got caught.

Mom always warned me about peer pressure.
I am aware of the dangers of peer pressure, but this is different.
I can't seem like a coward in front of Lucy and Candice.
They'll mock me into an early grave.
I can't do the spine chilling thing that they want me to do, either.

"I'll be right back." I say calmly, lifting myself off of the wooden floor.
It's Friday night and Candice's parents are out of town for the weekend, so Lucy and I are keeping her company.

Candice's house is huge and she doesn't want to be home alone.

My parents are okay with this.
They trust the community of our small hometown of Sierra, South Africa.

Candy, Lucy and I have been drinking, and I stumble a little on my way to the bathroom.

"Come on, Willow. She's just a myth." I whisper to my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
My green eyes are wide and filled with terror.
My already pale skin is almost transparent.
I splash cold water on my face and I make my way back into the living room.

"Let's do it." I say. I try to sound confident.
I am not.
I am terrified.
I don't think I've ever been this terrified in my sixteen years of existence.
This is a terrible idea.

Lucy and Candy giggle as they find a piece of paper and draw up the diagram.

I pour myself another glass of wine.
I'll need to be dead drunk for this.

In the upper left hand corner of the page, they write the word yes.
In the upper right hand corner of the page, they write the word no.
In the lower right hand corner of the page, they write the word no.
In the lower left hand corner of the page, they write the word yes.
They draw one line down the page and one line across the page.
They balance a pencil on top of another pencil.

I watch in silence.
The only sound I make is the sound of someone guzzling down wine at an unreasonable speed.

"Let's get started." Lucy smiles.
Lucy is pretty in a subtle kind of way, with her huge blue eyes and blonde hair.
You don't notice her beauty at first, but as you spend more time with her it emanates from somewhere deep within herself.

We all join hands.
If ever there was a time that I needed a hand to hold, that time is now.

"Are you there, Sienna Franklin?" Candice asks shakily.
The pencil moves by itself and points to a yes.
Before we can ask anymore questions, the lights go out.

We all shriek a little, until we realize that there's been a power failure.

"This sucks!" Lucy whines as the three of us march off into the kitchen for candles.
I'm not the only one who got frightened.
Candice's hands shake as she lights a fat, red candle.

"Put this in the bathroom, will you?" She tells Lucy.

"Yeah, alright." Lucy shrugs as she takes the candle from Candice.
Lucy leaves the kitchen and turns the corner for the hallway to the bathroom.

Candice lights a few more candles.

"How's it going with Tim?" She asks me with a sly smirk. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows wiggle at me mockingly.

"It's not going and you know it." I deadpan.
Tim is my crush and it's crushing me, to say the least.

Before we can continue our conversation, we hear Lucy shrieking.
Candy and I exchange a look before we dash out of the kitchen.

"I saw something, you guys!" Lucy is shaking and on the verge of tears.
We don't need to ask her what she saw.
We already know.

"You're messing with us." Candice shakes her head, causing her wavy, reddish brown hair to shake along with her.

"I saw her!" Lucy slams herself into me for a hug.

"It's just your mind playing tricks on you, Lucy." Candice says sternly.

We take Lucy in the kitchen to calm her down, but peace won't come.

"Tell us what you saw." I say slowly.
Talking slowly while someone is in a fit of panic is one of the best things you can do.

"I saw a woman. She had black hair and she was wearing a dirty, white shirt." Lucy begins crying.

"Stop it, Lucy!" Candice yells, turning her back on us.

"Sienna Franklin is a myth." Candice is angry.

The myth isn't such a myth after all. Saying her name summons her.
It isn't a myth, because Sienna appears in the kitchen that very second.