Francis got a new necklace. He said he found it at a yard sale and knew he had to have it.  It had a shiny gold chain studded with bright red gemstones. There was just one thing off about  his new necklace—the pendant had a face. 

It was a fairly normal looking face, but something about it was off-putting and unsettling. Maybe it was its pale and sickly green hue or the fact the features were sculpted to protrude off  the pendant itself. Whatever it was, I couldn’t stop staring at it. 

One day, Francis came to class frustrated. He told us he somehow lost the necklace. He  looked everywhere around his room for it but he could not find it. On his way over, he came to  realize he didn’t have it when he got back home the day before, so as far as he knew, it was gone  for good. As much as I was upset for him that he lost something he liked so much for reasons I’ll  never know, I was relieved to hear it was gone. 

A week later, he was wearing it again. He said he found it on his front step that morning  before class and was beyond ecstatic to have it back. I couldn’t say the same—in fact, I was  more terrified of it than ever. How could a necklace just come back like that? I asked to see the  pendant itself, and Francis happily showed it off. I stepped closer to get a better look. It blinked. 

I yelped in terror, telling Francis frantically that I saw it blink. Francis simply laughed at  me, telling me I must have been seeing things. I know what I saw. That thing, whatever it was,  blinked at me. Regardless, I tried to calm down. Maybe I was just seeing things. 

That night, I tried to get my mind off the necklace. I decided to study in the silence of my  apartment. Nothing weird, just me and my notes. Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. I sighed  exasperatedly, but stood up to answer the knock anyway.

“Who is it?” 

“Francis.” 

I paused. What was he doing here this late? I opened the door. 

“What do you want?” 

He slowly looked up at me. There was something about his expression that was very  different from usual. Oddly enough, the only thing that was usual was his necklace. “Blood…” 

“What?” 

“It wants blood.” 

I noticed a glint on his pendant. Its eyes opened, glowing bright red and staring up at me,  as its lips parted and curled into a horrifying smile, flashing a full set of flavescent teeth. He  stepped into my apartment. I backed away from him, stumbling to the floor. He stood over me,  the pendant swinging in front of my face. Then suddenly, it was dark. 

Francis got a new necklace. There was just one thing off about his new necklace—the  pendant had my face.