"Hello? Is anybody home?" Carly yelled as she walked into the door.
"I'm here." Sam said in her normal voice.
"How did you get in?"
"The front door duh!"
"Whatever." Carly walked into the kitchen to get some juice for her and Sam. Carly opened the refridgerator and screamed.
"What?!" Sam yelled
"Spencer is in the 'fridge!!!" Carly said looking into the eyes of her brother. The eyes seemed lifeless.
"Well call a doctor, Sam!" Carly practically screamed. Sam ran to the phone and dialed 911. The phone rang twice before being answered.
"911, what's your emergency?" The woman said.
"My friends brother is in the refridgerator and he looks dead." Sam said in a nervous tone.
"We'll be right over m'am." The lady said, after that there was a click showing that she had hung up the phone.
Sam ran over to her friend, who was staring at her seemingly dead brother and crying. "It'll be okay Carls, the ambulance is coming right now. Don't worry Spencer will be fine." Sam said to Carly in a calming tone.
"He's dead and nobody can do anything about it! I can't stand to hear what the doctors are going to say!" Carly yelled, then ran up into her room. Sam stood there, as if waiting for something to happen. She felt as if Spencer were going to pop up out of the deadly position and yell, "Gotcha!" But he never did.