Ahana lives in Manhattan and has a twin brother. She is ten years old. Her favorite books are in the Harry Potter series. She likes to write and read fantasy books. One of her hobbies is reading books. This is her second week of Writopia, and this is her first year coming here.
“When I woke up, I saw Mother staring at the TV with a worried face. The channel was the news. I heard the reporter talking.”
When I woke up, I saw Mother staring at the TV with a worried face. The channel was the news. I heard the reporter talking.
“Strange sightings of breezes and winds have been popping up lately.”
Mother sighed and turned off the TV.
“Breakfast, please!”
Mother trudged to the fridge and pulled out the milk.
“Cereal,” she said.
“The shadow-spirits, huh?”
She nodded. “Eat!”
When I was done eating, I went upstairs to my room and realized there was a note on my pillow. How had I not noticed that before?
I read the note and put my hand to my heart. This is what it said:
Dear Linda and Mary,
You can run, but you can’t hide.
Soon enough, WE WILL GET YOU!!!
– Shadow-spirits
I ran downstairs, trembling. I have to admit, I was scared.
“Mom! MOM? Where are you?” I heard the door slam open. I ran to it, in relief. “Oh Mother, the shadow-spirits, they’re coming to get us!”
I heard a quiet reply. I gasped. I knew that voice. It brought back bad memories.
“We know. We’re here, young Mary.”
I screamed and screamed. “This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare.”
The shadow-spirit made a movement. I think it was grinning.
“A real nightmare.”
I pinched myself. Ouch!! It was real. I backed away from the shadow-spirits, making sure that I was very far away from them.
“I’m not gonna turn into one of you,” I snapped.
“Will you do it for your family?” one shadow-spirit asked.
I looked at her more closely.
“Hey! Your height, the way you talk, sound, your posture. You remind me of — ”
“Yes, how is our little Mary?” the shadow-spirit next to my grandma asked.
“Grandma? Grandpa? NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
“It’s not us that wanted to see you. It’s him.” She pointed to the shadow-spirit in the front. I looked at him, and my heart stopped beating. Even though he was a shadow-spirit, I knew who he was.
“GET OUT!!!” I screamed. “All of you!!!” I felt like crying.
I heard Mother’s voice up the path. “Linda, do we have visitors? Don’t be rude.” The door opened, and suddenly I was left alone with Mother.
I felt like my world had fallen. My heart was crushed, and my soul had been destroyed.
My father was a shadow-spirit.
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