The moment I did, a chair came flying at me! I quickly ducked, and it just barely missed me, crashing into the wall behind me. I stayed frozen there for a moment, paralyzed, as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. I cautiously peeked my head into the room and saw no one there. Yep. I was dealing with ghosts. To keep myself from screaming, I bit down on my thumb, hard enough to draw blood. Focusing on the pain rather than my fear, I was able to continue onward. “You're not going to stop, are you?” I heard the voice from before ask. I whirled around, but of course, she was nowhere to be seen. “No,” I said, choking back my fear. “No, I won't.” “You're not scared?” Ha, if only that was the case! But rather than admit the truth, I lied and replied, “Of course not. How can I be scared of a little kid like you?” Suddenly, I felt an invisible force pick me up, shake me around, and toss me across the room. I cried out in pain as I collided with a cabinet. I slowly rose to my feet and then saw there were a dozen knives floating in the air, all of which were pointed at me. “What about now?” “N-no,” I squeaked, seconds away from wetting myself. “Really? Most would be scared by now. Why not you?” Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream erupted from somewhere upstairs. I paled, my heart becoming heavy with dread, the instant I recognized the voice: Cade! “Goodbye for now, mortal,” she said with a creepy giggle straight out of a nightmare. The knives clattered to the ground, but I hardly noticed. Instead, I took off running - through the next door and to the staircase just around the corner. I bolted up the stairs and burst into the closest room on my left. I immediately tripped over something lying on the floor and tumbled to the ground with a large thud. I then retched after having run so quickly (I wasn't exactly the athletic type). My arms shaking, I hoisted myself off the ground and shakily rose to my feet. Then I saw what had tripped me. At first, I just stood there, stunned, unable - unwilling - to register the awful sight before me. Rather, my mind was attempting to convince myself that I was hallucinating, that I was seeing things, that perhaps I was even dreaming. But deep down, I knew this was no dream nor hallucination. The moment I realized that, my blood went cold as memories started flashing through my mind.