TITLE: THE LUCKY FEW
GENRE: YA Suspense
The honour of your presence is requested this evening. 6:00PM.
Those were the only words in perfect, jet-black calligraphy that crossed the formal white parchment of the invitation.
I rubbed a thumb across the ink and felt the fine linen texture of paper between my fingers, then flipped the envelope back over and re-read the front. Miss Blakely G. Sullivan was printed in the same elaborate lettering, leaving no doubt this was for me and not my roommate, Amie.
It all felt oddly familiar, even though I couldn’t place why. Maybe it was the richness of the paper. Or the intricate calligraphy that addressed my name in an elegant brush stroke I thought I recognized.
Whatever it was, I knew I’d seen something like this before. I just couldn’t remember where.
Setting it down, I turned towards the black garment bag now hanging from the door of my closet. It had been one thing to see the white letter shoot across the floor from under my front door. But then when I opened it and found only the bag and not a soul in my hallway, well...
Head cocked sideways with hands on my hips, I drummed my fingers as I stared at the poufy black bag. It could’ve easily contained a body, but since it weighed almost nothing, I already knew that couldn’t be true.
A few quick prods to check for any unnatural groans, I tugged at the zipper, not at all expecting the mass of white feathers that spilled out around me.