“I’m gonna getcha!” Karen laughed as she chased after her sister.
“Nuh uh!” shrieked Beth, scrambling over the bed to escape her elder sibling.
The two of them clambered around the room in a fit of giggles as the white linen sheet fluttered like a cape in Karen’s hands.
She held it over her head and brought it down like a big grocery bag whenever her sister got near, but she missed every time, the smaller girl just a smidge faster than her well-aimed attacks.
“I’m the wicked witch!” Karen cackled. “I’m gonna turn you into a ghost, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
Tears peeked from the corners of her sister’s bright blue eyes, she was laughing so hard. “No, no, stop!” Beth cried, ducking past another swipe of the sheet. “I don’t wanna be a ghost!”
“Too bad, little girl!” said Karen, swerving to avoid slamming into the dresser.
“You entered my house without my permission, and now you must pay the price!” She ended her threat with a series of cackles that would have made Margaret Hamilton proud.
Beth quickened her pace, nearly tripping over all the toys scattered across the floor. Both she and her big sister panted heavily between each explosion of chuckles.
Finally, Karen managed to trap Beth in a corner, towering over her smaller frame with a massive shadow.
The older girl did her best to look frightening, holding the sheet up like an executioner about to bring down his axe.
It seemed to be working, for Beth stared up at her with sudden terror in her eyes.
In her witchiest whisper, she said, “There’s no escape for you, my little-”
“No!” Beth screamed and shoved her sister away as she shot past.
“Hey!” snapped Karen. “No fair, you’re not supposed-!” She spun around a bit too fast, nearly losing herself in the sheet as it whipped around her head.
She heard her sister’s running footsteps and saw her dark shape through the linen.
With a vicious grin, Karen lunged forward with the sheet spread wide and enveloped the tiny girl in a great big bear hug.
“Gotcha!” she laughed. “Now you’re a gh…”
She paused, hearing her sister’s footsteps continue out of the room and down the hall. She even heard Beth’s voice carrying back from the living room.
“Mommy, Mommy! There’s someone in our room!”
Through the sheet, the shape in Karen’s arms felt very, very cold.