Life has been hard enough since my twin sister Grace died. Things were looking up until last Friday night when Mom caught me sneaking in late. She expected sober Bri but got drunk Bri instead.
Mom suggested I get away, so now I’m in the backseat of the Durango, on my way to Cabin Creek Falls, some ritzy camp for rich kids, where I’ll be stuck spending the summer before my senior year. No idea how my parents are paying for it.
A coldness creeps through me, from my toes to my chest, tingling all the muscles in between. A sensation of being watched pierces me. I scan around the car. Nothing. No one. Of course not.
But this isn’t the first time I’ve felt the presence of someone who isn’t there.
Now I’m seeing things no one sees, and hearing things no one hears. The question is, are they real or all in my head?