ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: ᴍʏ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ's ғᴏɢɢʏ I sit on my bed with a loud creak and set my dark blue glasses on the nightstand. I sigh and look out the window. This really is the city that never sleeps, Mom was right. It's 10:52 at night and the buildings are still bright. I wish Dad picked somewhere less bright. But at least it's pretty. I see a happy little boy buying an ice cream cone from a ice cream truck, a ad for Starbucks, another one for Zara, and another one for a Broadway musical that's called Wicked. I googled it and it looks super fun! Maybe Mom could take me there tomorrow. There's a sudden rush of cool air/fog and my skin tingles. But the windows are closed and the air conditioning is off. What? It feels like it's...pulling me somewhere. I absolutely have to investigate. I follow the fog into an dark, unfamiliar hallway. Huh, I haven't been here yet, even though the new apartment is super tiny. I wouldn't be surprised if blood is frozen inside my veins. It's so cold, I shiver and hug myself with my hoodie. I take out my cell phone, using it as a flashlight, and happily find a light switch. Okay, so there's a bunch of dusty boxes, an old antique mirror, and the same creepy dark fog. Wait, what? Before I can react, the shadowy fog envelopes the entire attic. I can't see anything. I start floating. Oh my gosh! "Hello, Megan," a sad voice says...in my head!? What? How does it know my name? "Umm, hi? Who are you?" I ask nervously. "That's not the right question to ask. The question is what are you?" says a sharp voice in the dark. I vaguely recognize it..from where is the question. School? Camp? Oh my god, wait a second, that wasn't inside my head! TO BE CONTINUED....
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