Your choice of makeup can determine your fate.

Don't believe me?

Well, that's what happened to me. If I had chosen a different makeup for my Halloween party, things could have gone differently. Still, I wish I knew what was at stake when I started putting it on.

In the past, my costumes were usually terrifying, so this year, I opted for a change of pace. I wanted to try out the cute makeup since I was curious about its popularity. That curiosity almost ended up costing me my life.

While I was putting on my sugar plum fairy makeup, I noticed something odd. There was a strange burning sensation spreading through my face.

I started checking the labels on the makeup, looking for an explanation, when I felt like my breath was sucked out, and I fainted.

What woke me up was screaming.

It wasn't the type of girly screaming at the sight of a spider. It was a scream of someone afraid for their life. I felt like a horror movie had come to life, and I was about to face my worst fears.

When I got out of my room, I saw that my assessment was accurate enough.

The house was a mess. Blood was splattered all over the walls, though I hoped it was just an awful prank.

As I flew downstairs, I noticed my best friend clutching a body in her hands, her head lowered.

At first, I thought she was trying to help the person in question. However, when the piece of chips I stepped on crunched loudly, she whipped her head around.

Looking at her bloodied eyes and sharp fangs dripping with blood, it became clear that she was not helping anyone. She was draining them of blood while her vampire costume stayed unstained.

"Amanda," I said, trying to snap her out of it, whatever 'it' might be.

After all, I was responsible for her costume. It was my duty to stop whatever was going on. Whether it was real or not.

"Run, you fool!" Jack yelled as he ran out.

"Amanda, you don't want to do this. You are good, remember," I said to the growling vampire.

"I. Am. Hungry," Amanda said, dropping the drained human.

She stalked towards me, and I slowly backed away, unsure of what I was supposed to do.

Then she leaped at me.

I raised my hands in a weak attempt to protect my face while closing my eyes, unprepared to see my friend killing me.

When nothing happened, I opened my eyes to see Amanda suspended in the air while magic sprang out of my hands.

That was when I realized that we had turned into our costumes. I could protect myself and perhaps subdue my friend.

In the other room, the party was still on. People were unaware that actual murder and mayhem had occurred, thinking it was a game. Maybe it's better that way. At least until I can turn us back to our old selves.