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impossible.
But it’s happening.
“I need to possess the mind and body of a living boy or girl,” Lucy
explained. “I need to take over your body, Harry. I need you to take me away
from here.”
“No!” I screamed again. “I can’t! I mean…” My heart thudded so hard, I
could barely speak.
“I can’t let you take over my mind,” I finally managed to say. “If you do
that, I won’t be me anymore.”
I started to back away.
I have to get to the cabin, I decided. I have to get Alex. We have to run
away from this camp. As fast as we can.
“Don’t be scared,” Lucy pleaded. She followed me. The fog circled us, as if
holding us inside.
“Don’t be scared,” Lucy said. “As soon as we are far away from here, I’ll get
out. I’ll leave your mind. I’ll leave your body. I promise, Harry. As soon as we
escape this camp, I’ll go away. You will be yourself again. You will be
perfectly okay.”
I stopped backing up. My whole body trembled. The fog washed its cold mist
over me.
“Please, Harry,” Lucy begged. “Please. I promise you’ll be okay. I promise.”
I squinted at her through the rising mists.
Should I do it?
Should I let Lucy take over my mind?
Will she give it back?
Can I believe her?
21
Lucy floated in front of me. Her dark eyes pleaded with me. “Please,” she
whispered.
“No. I’m sorry. I can’t.” The words escaped my lips almost before I thought
them. “I can’t, Lucy.”
She shut her eyes. I could see the muscles in her jaw tighten as she gritted
her teeth.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, backing up.
“I’m sorry too,” she said coldly. Her eyes narrowed. Her lips formed a sneer.
“I’m really sorry, Harry. But you don’t have a choice. You have to help
me!”
“No! No way!”
I turned and tried to run.
But something held me back. The fog. It tightened around me.
The thick, wet mist. A choking mist. It drew around me, pushing me, holding
me in place.
I tried to scream for help. But the fog muffled my cry.
Lucy vanished behind the black fog.
And then I felt something cold on the top of my head.
My hair tingled.
I reached up with both hands. And felt ice. As if a frost had settled over my
hair.
“No!” I screamed. “Lucy—no!”
The cold sank down. My scalp itched. My face froze.
I rubbed my cheeks.
Numb.
Cold and numb.
“Lucy—please!” I begged.
I could feel her—so light, so cold—settling into my body. Sinking into my
brain.
I could feel her. And I could feel myself slipping away.
Slipping… slipping…
As if drifting into a deep sleep.
The cold spreading over me. Sweeping down my neck. Down my chest.
“Nooooo!” I uttered a long howl of protest.
I shut my eyes tight. I knew I had to concentrate. I had to think hard. I had
to keep awake. I couldn’t let myself fade away.
I couldn’t let her take over.
I couldn’t let her shove my mind aside. And take control. Take control of my
body.
I set my jaw hard. And kept my eyes shut. And tightened every muscle.
No! I thought. No—you can’t do this to me, Lucy!
You can’t take my mind!
You can’t take over. You can’t—because I won’t let you!
The cold settled over me. My skin tingled. I felt numb all over.
And so sleepy… so sleepy…
22
“Nooooo!” I tossed back my head in another long howl.
If I can keep screaming, I can keep awake, I told myself.
And I can fight Lucy off. I can force her away.
“Noooooooo!” I wailed into the spinning, whirling fog.
“Noooooooo!”
And I felt the cold start to lift.
“Noooooo!”
I squeezed my arms. Rubbed my cheeks. And knew the feeling was returning.
“Noooooo!”
I suddenly felt lighter. And totally alert.
I did it! I realized. I fought her off!
But how long did I have before she tried to take over again?
I took a deep breath. Then another.
I’m breathing, I told myself. I’m me—and I’m breathing.
I felt stronger now. I lowered my head and darted into the
But it’s happening.
“I need to possess the mind and body of a living boy or girl,” Lucy
explained. “I need to take over your body, Harry. I need you to take me away
from here.”
“No!” I screamed again. “I can’t! I mean…” My heart thudded so hard, I
could barely speak.
“I can’t let you take over my mind,” I finally managed to say. “If you do
that, I won’t be me anymore.”
I started to back away.
I have to get to the cabin, I decided. I have to get Alex. We have to run
away from this camp. As fast as we can.
“Don’t be scared,” Lucy pleaded. She followed me. The fog circled us, as if
holding us inside.
“Don’t be scared,” Lucy said. “As soon as we are far away from here, I’ll get
out. I’ll leave your mind. I’ll leave your body. I promise, Harry. As soon as we
escape this camp, I’ll go away. You will be yourself again. You will be
perfectly okay.”
I stopped backing up. My whole body trembled. The fog washed its cold mist
over me.
“Please, Harry,” Lucy begged. “Please. I promise you’ll be okay. I promise.”
I squinted at her through the rising mists.
Should I do it?
Should I let Lucy take over my mind?
Will she give it back?
Can I believe her?
21
Lucy floated in front of me. Her dark eyes pleaded with me. “Please,” she
whispered.
“No. I’m sorry. I can’t.” The words escaped my lips almost before I thought
them. “I can’t, Lucy.”
She shut her eyes. I could see the muscles in her jaw tighten as she gritted
her teeth.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, backing up.
“I’m sorry too,” she said coldly. Her eyes narrowed. Her lips formed a sneer.
“I’m really sorry, Harry. But you don’t have a choice. You have to help
me!”
“No! No way!”
I turned and tried to run.
But something held me back. The fog. It tightened around me.
The thick, wet mist. A choking mist. It drew around me, pushing me, holding
me in place.
I tried to scream for help. But the fog muffled my cry.
Lucy vanished behind the black fog.
And then I felt something cold on the top of my head.
My hair tingled.
I reached up with both hands. And felt ice. As if a frost had settled over my
hair.
“No!” I screamed. “Lucy—no!”
The cold sank down. My scalp itched. My face froze.
I rubbed my cheeks.
Numb.
Cold and numb.
“Lucy—please!” I begged.
I could feel her—so light, so cold—settling into my body. Sinking into my
brain.
I could feel her. And I could feel myself slipping away.
Slipping… slipping…
As if drifting into a deep sleep.
The cold spreading over me. Sweeping down my neck. Down my chest.
“Nooooo!” I uttered a long howl of protest.
I shut my eyes tight. I knew I had to concentrate. I had to think hard. I had
to keep awake. I couldn’t let myself fade away.
I couldn’t let her take over.
I couldn’t let her shove my mind aside. And take control. Take control of my
body.
I set my jaw hard. And kept my eyes shut. And tightened every muscle.
No! I thought. No—you can’t do this to me, Lucy!
You can’t take my mind!
You can’t take over. You can’t—because I won’t let you!
The cold settled over me. My skin tingled. I felt numb all over.
And so sleepy… so sleepy…
22
“Nooooo!” I tossed back my head in another long howl.
If I can keep screaming, I can keep awake, I told myself.
And I can fight Lucy off. I can force her away.
“Noooooooo!” I wailed into the spinning, whirling fog.
“Noooooooo!”
And I felt the cold start to lift.
“Noooooo!”
I squeezed my arms. Rubbed my cheeks. And knew the feeling was returning.
“Noooooo!”
I suddenly felt lighter. And totally alert.
I did it! I realized. I fought her off!
But how long did I have before she tried to take over again?
I took a deep breath. Then another.
I’m breathing, I told myself. I’m me—and I’m breathing.
I felt stronger now. I lowered my head and darted into the
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