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The sliding door groaned under Bill’s hand. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light piercing through the backyard. Molly crouched behind the hydrangea bush, buttoning her shirt with shaking fingers. Dragon fruit patterns marred her skin like bruises that refused to fade. Beside them, the party lurked behind frosted plastic curtains. Music pulsed out in rhythmic thumps, signaling chaos and sugar. The scent of cotton candy was heavy enough to choke upon inside the room. Bill adjusted his black mask. “Ready?” Molly nodded tight-lipped. “No.” “The carrots are heavy?” Bill ignored the accent. “Monsters watch the shadows.” They crept forward like shadows on the carpet. Year-old stains revealed the floor. The table groaned with Cadbury wrappers stacked like treasure chests. Leo’s teddy bear sat uninvited near the punch bowl. Molly sniffed loudly. “Balloons are sticky.” Bill grinned. “Wrap them up.” They approached the gift rack. Boxes piled high in a tight grid. Blue bows snagged the plastic. Molly counted them silently before reaching out. They took the center piece. The wall hummed with electricity. “Wait.” “No.” “Take it.” Suddenly the lights flickered.