Flickering flames. Dancing shadows upon the high walls. A great room, like a cave. Our circle joins. Everyone’s here, hand in hand around a massive round table. My heart’s beating out of my chest.
Mom. The lies. Hope this works for both our sakes.
Cameras roll from their hidden perches.
“When you’re ready,” Doug says. The ghost hunter’s brown glare seems disquieted. His black hair concealed beneath a matching knit beanie. Summit Paranormal Investigations.
My palms are cold and wet. Donna turns a perturbed eye down on me. Probably grossed out by my sweat.
“If you please.” Dr. Benson’s low voice reeks of impatience on my other side.
All eyes turn to me. My stomach spins into nauseated knots.
I can’t help it. I’m only sixteen! I didn’t ask for this. No one asked me if wanted this gift.
The stale coldness of this once elegant estate closes in all around my skinny body. Should’ve worn a heavier jacket for this.
I clear my throat and close my eyes. My senses assure me the others have followed suit. Deep breaths – in through the nose and out the mouth. My muscles release.
The doctor’s mellow voice finds my ears. “Subject has begun. Entering trance.” His words bounce around in my slipping conscious. “Breathing appears normal. No signs of distress.”
All of this is his idea. Some experiment, doc.
Dark forces. Too many to count. One shoves its way forward into my body.
“Trespassers!” The distorted male voice spews out of my mouth. “All of you. Common criminals!”
All I can do is watch. I stand frigid beside my body while these entities have their way.
I sound demonic. Unnatural.
Donna jumps at my body’s side in her chair. My limp arm falls. Her squeal betrays her disbelief. College girls.
The dark man passes. My torso convulses at the arrival of another.
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