Yes, slip some sleep into the orange juice.

Cassie dissappeared into the kitchen and pulled the orange juice from the fridge. She poured two glasses and took a small bottle of prescription sleeping pills from the medicine cabinet. As quitely as she could, she ground up ten pills and split it between the two glasses. Placing the glasses in front of her family members, the two women took life-changing sips of OJ.

"Blech! This is terrible. Did the juice go bad or something?" moaned Rebecca. Jenelle had a similar look of disgust on her face.

"I guess. Let me go check." Cassie went into the kitchen and feigned checking the date on the carton. "Fuck, looks like it expired a few days ago!."

"Language, miss," cried Jenelle from the dining room. Cassie poured the OJ down the drain, while her suppressed spirit feared for the now **** family. Was the bracelet going to sell her family, just like it did to her friends?

Cheerful conversation continued for a few more minutes, but the **** began taking a noticable effect on the two women. Their speech and movements slowed until Rebecca tumbled out of her chair. Jenelle got up to check her fallen daughter, but she too succombed to the **** and crashed to the floor.

Cassie stood over her prey. The bracelet pondered the next move, while the true spirit of Cassie screamed and cried in fear.