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is no time
when you’re a ghost. There’s just one day and then the next. And then the next.
Forever, I guess.”
I stared at her without speaking.
Chill after chill swept down my back. My whole body was shaking. I didn’t
even try to stop it.
I reached out and grabbed her hand.
I guess I wanted to see if she was real or not. One last test to see if she
was pulling a joke.
“Oh!” I dropped her hand as its icy cold shot through me. So cold. Her hand—as cold as the black fog.
“You believe me now?” she asked softly. Once again her dark eyes studied my
face.
I nodded. “I—I believe you,” I stammered. “I believe you, Lucy.”
She didn’t reply.
I could still feel the cold of her hand on my fingers.
“The blue puddles,” I murmured. “The sticky blue puddles on the cabin floor.
Do you know what they are?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Those puddles are drops of protoplasm.”
“Huh? Protoplasm?”
She nodded. “The puddles are made when we materialize. When we make ourselves
visible.”
She twisted her face into a sorrowful frown. “It takes so much strength to
make ourselves visible. So much energy. The protoplasm puddles are made when we
use that energy.”
I didn’t really understand.
But I knew when I stepped in them that the slimy blue puddles were something
strange. Something inhuman.
Traces of ghosts.
“And the things Alex and I saw?” I demanded. “Kids floating above their
bunks? Their eyes glowing like spotlights? Kids stabbing themselves and not
bleeding? Not crying out in pain?”
“Some of the kids tried to scare you,” Lucy confessed. “They only wanted a
little fun, Harry. It isn’t fun being a ghost. Believe me. It isn’t fun spending day after day
after day out here, knowing you aren’t real anymore. Knowing you will never
grow. Knowing you will never change.” She uttered a loud sob from deep in her
chest. “Knowing you will never have a life !”
“I—I’m so sorry,” I stammered.
Her expression changed.
Her eyes narrowed. Her mouth twisted into an unpleasant sneer.
I took a step back, suddenly afraid.
“Help me, Harry,” Lucy whispered. “I can’t stand it anymore. You’ve got to
help me get away from here.”
“Get away?” I cried, taking another step back. “How?”
“You’ve got to let me possess your mind,” Lucy insisted. “You’ve got to let
me take over your body!”
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“No!” I gasped.
Panic shot through my body. I felt every muscle tense. The blood throbbed at
my temples.
“I need to take over your mind, Harry,” Lucy repeated, stepping toward me.
“Please. Please help me.”
“No!” I uttered again.
I wanted to turn and run. But I couldn’t move.
My legs felt like Jell-O. My whole body shook.
I don’t believe in ghosts.
That thought flashed into my mind.
But it wasn’t true anymore.
I stood at the edge of the woods—staring at Lucy. Staring at Lucy’s ghost.
The fog swept around us.
Again, I tried to run. But my legs wouldn’t cooperate.
“Wh-what do you want to do to me?” I finally choked out. “Why do you have to
take over my mind?”
“It’s my only way to escape,” Lucy replied. Her eyes locked on mine. “My only
way.”
“Why don’t you just run away?” I demanded.
She sighed. “If I try to leave the camp by myself, I’ll disappear. If I try
to leave the others, I’ll fade away. I’ll join the mist, be part of the fog.”
“I—I don’t understand,” I stammered.
I took a step back. The fog seemed to tighten around me, cold and wet.
Lucy stood two feet in front of me. But I could barely see her. She seemed to
shimmer in and out with the fog.
“I need help.” Her voice floated softly. I had to struggle to hear her. “The
only way a ghost can escape is to take over the mind of a living person.”
“But—that’s impossible !” I screeched.
What a dumb thing to say, I scolded myself. Seeing a ghost is
impossible! Everything happening to me is
when you’re a ghost. There’s just one day and then the next. And then the next.
Forever, I guess.”
I stared at her without speaking.
Chill after chill swept down my back. My whole body was shaking. I didn’t
even try to stop it.
I reached out and grabbed her hand.
I guess I wanted to see if she was real or not. One last test to see if she
was pulling a joke.
“Oh!” I dropped her hand as its icy cold shot through me. So cold. Her hand—as cold as the black fog.
“You believe me now?” she asked softly. Once again her dark eyes studied my
face.
I nodded. “I—I believe you,” I stammered. “I believe you, Lucy.”
She didn’t reply.
I could still feel the cold of her hand on my fingers.
“The blue puddles,” I murmured. “The sticky blue puddles on the cabin floor.
Do you know what they are?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Those puddles are drops of protoplasm.”
“Huh? Protoplasm?”
She nodded. “The puddles are made when we materialize. When we make ourselves
visible.”
She twisted her face into a sorrowful frown. “It takes so much strength to
make ourselves visible. So much energy. The protoplasm puddles are made when we
use that energy.”
I didn’t really understand.
But I knew when I stepped in them that the slimy blue puddles were something
strange. Something inhuman.
Traces of ghosts.
“And the things Alex and I saw?” I demanded. “Kids floating above their
bunks? Their eyes glowing like spotlights? Kids stabbing themselves and not
bleeding? Not crying out in pain?”
“Some of the kids tried to scare you,” Lucy confessed. “They only wanted a
little fun, Harry. It isn’t fun being a ghost. Believe me. It isn’t fun spending day after day
after day out here, knowing you aren’t real anymore. Knowing you will never
grow. Knowing you will never change.” She uttered a loud sob from deep in her
chest. “Knowing you will never have a life !”
“I—I’m so sorry,” I stammered.
Her expression changed.
Her eyes narrowed. Her mouth twisted into an unpleasant sneer.
I took a step back, suddenly afraid.
“Help me, Harry,” Lucy whispered. “I can’t stand it anymore. You’ve got to
help me get away from here.”
“Get away?” I cried, taking another step back. “How?”
“You’ve got to let me possess your mind,” Lucy insisted. “You’ve got to let
me take over your body!”
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“No!” I gasped.
Panic shot through my body. I felt every muscle tense. The blood throbbed at
my temples.
“I need to take over your mind, Harry,” Lucy repeated, stepping toward me.
“Please. Please help me.”
“No!” I uttered again.
I wanted to turn and run. But I couldn’t move.
My legs felt like Jell-O. My whole body shook.
I don’t believe in ghosts.
That thought flashed into my mind.
But it wasn’t true anymore.
I stood at the edge of the woods—staring at Lucy. Staring at Lucy’s ghost.
The fog swept around us.
Again, I tried to run. But my legs wouldn’t cooperate.
“Wh-what do you want to do to me?” I finally choked out. “Why do you have to
take over my mind?”
“It’s my only way to escape,” Lucy replied. Her eyes locked on mine. “My only
way.”
“Why don’t you just run away?” I demanded.
She sighed. “If I try to leave the camp by myself, I’ll disappear. If I try
to leave the others, I’ll fade away. I’ll join the mist, be part of the fog.”
“I—I don’t understand,” I stammered.
I took a step back. The fog seemed to tighten around me, cold and wet.
Lucy stood two feet in front of me. But I could barely see her. She seemed to
shimmer in and out with the fog.
“I need help.” Her voice floated softly. I had to struggle to hear her. “The
only way a ghost can escape is to take over the mind of a living person.”
“But—that’s impossible !” I screeched.
What a dumb thing to say, I scolded myself. Seeing a ghost is
impossible! Everything happening to me is
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