Ghosts“Ehrien, darling? It’s time for dinner.” Ehrien opened her eyes and saw her mother leaving her room. The sun was setting outside her window.
Dinner? Ehrien looked at the small alarm clock on her nightstand. September tenth. Have I been sleeping all day? Her mouth was dry, and her throat was in desperate need of water, but it was her head that suffered the most damage. It pounded terribly, as though she’d been hit in the head with a metal bar. And that pain was a small flame that ignited her memories— the fair, her mother, the bells... that boy. The hallucination that her mother had talked to.
Ehrien sat up and looked around her room, heart racing. Jumping out of bed, she placed both hands next to each other on the wall. They were real, they were right there, they were something phy
