"Yesssss," she cheered under her breath, blending in with the shadows underneath the bed. From below the mattress...

A creeper was truly working their magic.

Milimili's hand shot up, cold, through Vincent's chest, waving, before her hand itself solidified and slapped down hard on the back of his head. She lifted it, hoping Vinnie would turn over to see the dismembered hand sticking through his body. Of course, she did have a plan B, but that was in the back of her mind.