makes you wish you were dead.
It is that horrible and all-consuming.
As the details of my surroundings start to fade away behind a veil of black, a pair of glowing eyes appears, floating right in front of me. Within seconds, there are hundreds more, piercing through me along with this unrelenting searing pain. A collection of voices seeps into my ears, singing to me sweetly, as though trying to comfort me.
Weâre coming for you, weâre coming for you.
In an instant, they all merge together, forming a devilish roar that sends me to my knees.
And then itâs over.
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Ten
I HEAR HIS VOICE before I open my eyes, and when I do, the room is dark. I try to get my bearings, but I just see plain gray walls around me. And then he speaks again.
âCallie.â
âThatcher?â
I look around, letting my eyes adjust in the small, square room but I donât see him. And yet heâs here. He came to see me. For a moment I think I diedâfor real this time. I donât feel devastated. I feel almost . . . hopeful. Iâm in the morgue, on a slab.
But then I sit up and my hands touch the fabric underneath me. Slabs donât have sheets.
âWhatâs wrong? What are you doing in the nurseâs office?â His voice is a whisper, a dream.
Thatâs when I notice the small window with slits of sunlightpoking through the drawn shades. The nurseâs office . I flex my fingers and toes, then my arms and legs. I wrap myself in a hug, trying to see how my body feels, expecting to be sore all over from the incredible anguish I felt in the hallway. But thereâs nothing. I feel fine. Did the nurse give me a painkiller or something?
âWhen did you get here?â I ask quietly, and I canât tell if I hear his answers out loud or in my head.
âJust now. I didnât plan to linger, but you seemed hurt.â
âIt happened in the hallway,â I say. And then I tell him about the searing, ripping, earth-shattering pain that I felt.
âDid you see or hear anything? Or anyone?â
The hairs on my arms stand up as I recognize fear in his tone.
âNo,â I say. âI couldnât. Not until just now with you. There was only this terrible . . . it felt like every part of me was being crushed.â
âIâm so sorry,â he says. âI should have been closer. I might have been able toââ
âItâs not your fault,â I tell him. âI went off the meds on my own and I knew there was a possibility that the pain might overwhelm me at first. Iââ
âI donât think this has anything to do with your past injuries.â
âThen what was it? What caused the pain?â
âNot what. Who .â
âWho?â
I hear the regret in his voice, and I can almost picture his solemn face when he says, âReena and Leo.â
âOh no,â I say, my heart beginning to race.
I close my eyes, which helps me block out this bland room andimagine that Thatcher and I are talking together in a better setting. One where the mist moves around us and the air sparkles with an ethereal glow. I picture us in the Prism, where we met. Where we . . . connected.
âYou remember them, donât you? And the rest of the poltergeists?â
âYes,â I say. âEverything has been coming back to me slowly.â
As I tell him about what I heard in my room, what I felt in the cemetery, and the memories that have been flooding back, a deep chord of dread starts to sound within me.
âThatcher? Can they still use my energy?â
âThe other Guides and I, we think theyâre still trying,â he says. âBut now that youâre back on Earth, alive, we donât believe thereâs any way they can draw the level of energy theyâd need for another
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