Tags:
Fantasy,
Horror,
Magic,
YA),
Mystery,
Young Adult,
Ghosts,
Boys,
juvenile,
middle grade,
mg
word, David grabbed a hold
of Trex's leash as well and we all took one quick leap directly
into the glowing circle of light and into something completely
unexpected.
A leap of
faith , I thought as our feet left the
ground.
We knew we had to do it. We just
had no idea why.
Most of all, though, we had no idea where we were going.
Chapter Sixteen
The very next thing I can remember is waking
up on a dusty, wooden floor. Laying flat on my back, my eyelids
fluttered open to reveal a dark, dusty ceiling.
I blinked a few times to try and wake my
eyes up, but the darkness continued and it took me another minute
or two for my vision to adjust.
Where the hell am
I , I thought and tried to slowly push
myself up off the floor. My arms were tired and I only made it to a
seated position on the floor, my body propped up with my hands
planted on the floor behind me.
I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few more
times before looking around me to really soak it all in.
I was in the middle of a
dark, dusty room, on a dark, dusty floor. Let me rephrase that. I
was in the middle of a very old dark, dusty room on the dark, dusty
floor.
Trex , I thought. David .
I swung my head around quickly from side to
side to scan the room, but they were nowhere to be found.
What the hell just happened?
I didn't see David or Trex
anywhere. The only thing I did see was one window so caked with grime that
barely any light shone through. What little did peek through only created small
shafts of light and shadow on the wooden planks of the
floor.
I also saw a small wooden chair against one
of the room's walls, and a twin metal bed frame against another.
Both were also covered in a thick layer of dust.
Now I was starting to worry. I can't even
imagine what David and Trex were going through.
It took me a few more seconds to gather my
strength, and then I shoved off the floor and stood up in the
middle of the room.
The place smelled like musty gym socks, and
my movement set off a chain reaction of moving dust. I could see
the particles floating in the air and reflecting in the small
shafts of light breaking through the window.
Ok , I thought. I need to get out of
here and find David and Trex. Like, now!
And just as I thought that
and moved slowly toward the door, I was stopped dead in my tracks by what I heard
next.
"Where, Jimmy, do you think you're
going?"
The voice came from behind
me and I nearly peed my pants when I heard it. It sounded nothing
like David, or anyone else I knew for that matter. But peeing my
pants would have been nothing compared to my reaction when I swung my head
around slowly and saw it.
My head felt like as thought it whirled on
the top of my neck and my eyes burned. There, glowing for just a
short second in front of the window, was a boy just my size.
What's odd, though, is
that I could see right through him to the back wall and window. And I don't mean
figuratively. This boy was literally see-through.
"Wh... Wh... What?" I asked him.
"Where, I asked, do you think you're
going?"
"I... I was just going--"
"You were just going to leave," he said and
smirked at me. "Weren't you?"
"I was just going to look for--"
"David and Trex are fine," he said. "You'll
see them soon enough."
Okay, now I was really scared. Who the
hell was this, where the hell was I, and how does he know what I'm
thinking?
"It's okay, Jimmy," he said slowly as he
moved toward me. "Everyone is like this when they first get
here."
I couldn't move. Even if
I'd wanted to turn and run from the room - and I did want to turn and run
from the room - I couldn't. I felt paralyzed and stuck to the floor
all at once.
"And, to answer your
questions," he continued, "I'm Gasp, and I'm your guide. I'm here
to help you on your quest and eventually help you find your way
home." He smiled at me and crossed his see-through arms. "Oh, and
we always know
what you're thinking."
"My quest?" I asked, more
confused than I'd ever been in my life. "Where am
David LaRochelle
Walter Wangerin Jr.
James Axler
Yann Martel
Ian Irvine
Cory Putman Oakes
Ted Krever
Marcus Johnson
T.A. Foster
Lee Goldberg