"Can you help me scare a friend?" the giant little Asian girl asked you.

"Umm...sure, Yeah, I can do that," you responded. You didn't know if this was a totally necessary thing, but you wouldn't question a girl who could mush you instantly. "Uh, what you do want me to do?"

"Just watch, I'll do everything. Promise you won't die." The doorbell rang. "She's here right now! Let's go downstairs."

"One thing. What's your name?"

"Emmy." She smiled, then closed her hand around you, hiding you.

When she got downstairs, she greeted her friend Julie, then took her to the living room to watch TV and talk. Emmy's mother put a bowl of popcorn on the table for them to eat. They were pretty good friends, you could tell from the conversation.

You decided to sneak a peek at Julie. She looked about 8, was African-American, and wore these tan uggs. She looked nice enough.

But now Emmy was going to play a trick on her. What was she going to do?