It was a crazy day . . . no, a chray chray day.

Everything seemed normal at first. Taylor and crew decided to once again see a movie and after, hit up Mel's for some delicious MelFries because they lacked creativity and were extremely bored of their hippy and Mormon parents.

"I liked the movie and all, but why the heck was the the Mandarin not Asian? His name's the Mandarin," Catherine broached as the gang migrated across the parking lot to Mel's.

"It's a rule in Hollywood," answered Jory, "no major character can be Asian." Taylor chuckled.

"Good point."

"Hey Taylor, I wonder if Chris is working today," Catherine joked mischievously as they opened the double doors to the restaurant.

"Oh my God. Why are you joining your sister and the twins?" Taylor sighed with annoyance.

"Ha. Speaking of which . . ." Hailey pointed to the first booth to the door.

Suddenly, in an irritating shout of unison, "OMG! Chray chray! We're cray cray for Chraylor!" Taylor stared in disbelief at the three girls, but was even more mortified when she realized Nadia, Kelly, and Josefine happened to yell that supposedly inside joke just as Chris approached. Taylor pressed her lips together in embarrassment and placed an epic face-palm to a flushed visage.

"Hey, how many?" Chris asked rather unfazed. He looked as cute as ever with those thick-rimmed hipster glasses and his perfectly slim physique. Nadia, of course, always chided her for liking slim guys but then again, Nadia likes guys who look like they're on 'roids.

"Five," answered Skyler, smirking with amusement but simultaneously trying to diffuse Taylor's embarrassing situation.

"All right," Chris said as he picked up five plastic-covered menus, "this way to your table."

As Taylor and gang followed, Taylor couldn't help but to stop at the three girls' table to give them a piece of her mind. She put both hands on the table, leaned over, and with an irritated smile, "I hate you guys."

"Just 'cause we're Chray-heads? Haters be hatein'!" Josefine spazzed at a rather un-inside-voice volume as she flicked her wrist like a valley girl and flung her tongue loosely out of her dry, cracked lips. The other two girls joined in. Meanwhile, in the cacophony of "Chray!" and "We're cray cray!" Taylor took notice of what the girls were wearing. Each dawned full length, black cloaks reminiscent of some cult-ish Mormon ceremony. Around their neck hung white masks, each with a different expression. Nadia's had a cross-eyed and heavily made-up face that closely resembled a drug-addicted prostitute, which perfectly captured how she acted. Josefine's was even more uncanny in representing who was behind the mask: hers had two tiny dots for eyes and a thin line for a mouth, slightly smirked like a baby in the midst of passing some very relieving gas. Finally, Kelly's mask was a plain, white mask with a blown-up printed picture of Simon Cowell's face sloppily glued onto it, perfectly reflecting her dexterity in the arts.

"What are you guys wearing?" Taylor sighed seemingly unamused. But she was amused. Nadia simply replied with a frighteningly large smile as she and the twins slowly pulled on their masks. Voice muffled by Mr. Cowell's face, Kelly said rather ominously,

"You'll see." All the girls now were staring at Taylor from behind their masks. Taylor, not very surprised by their odd behavior, wanted to eat MelFries.

"Whatever guys. You're too weird," she mumbled as she scoped the room for the table her friends were seated at. "Bye." And as Taylor walked away and crossed the room, she couldn't help but to notice that the three girls' gazes were still glued to her back.

How did they get so weird?

When she reached the table, she saw that waters had already been brought. "Hurry up Taylor," goaded Skyler, "we're ready to order."

"Eh, I'm just getting MelFries." Yes, because Taylor eats like a teenager. But also because she is an herbivore.

The group all placed their menus at the center of the table, signaling their readiness to order.

"Oh, by the way, Chris is also our waiter," Hailey blurted bluntly.

"Greeeeaaaaaattttt . . .," Taylor let out sarcastically, cursing her luck.

"You guys ready to order?" Chris stepped in seemingly out of nowhere. And as Taylor took the time to ponder how adorable he looked with his little waiter's notepad-thingy, the room suddenly went dark save for the dim flickering coming from . . . Oh God.

"Hey! You're not allowed to have candles in here!" Chris shouted at Nadia, Kelly, and Josefine. However, they didn't hear him, or at least Taylor thought they couldn't, because as Chris' warning traveled through the room, the girls had joined hands and were swaying back and forth, masks on, hoods up, chanting an incantation in an unrecognizable language. And just as things couldn't have become stranger, the candles suddenly erupted into a wall of fire.

The burst of photons burning her retinas and the spontaneous burst of heat radiating on her skin began to take their toll. Taylor began slipping out of consciousness. Everything became muddled. she heard screams, the faint image of someone tipping over a table, Catherine yelling something at her. As her eyes grew heavy and she found it harder and harder to keep her eyelids open, she could only force out three more words: "What. The. Hell."