“Let’s play zombies,” I told my sister.
I instructed Kelsey to bury me under the pile of autumn leaves our father raked together in our yard. Once I was covered, I waited a moment … then burst out of the pile with a monstrous growl. Kelsey squealed with delight.
“My turn!” she shouted. “Do me!”
Kelsey giggled as I covered her with leaves.
“Kelsey?” No answer. “Kelsey, come out!”
I swept the leaves away from where I had buried her. I found her shoes. Her clothes. Her jacket.
But Kelsey was gone.
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