Chapter Seventeen
1984
Damn, Greg had really outdone himself with this prank. It was stupid for him to spend so much money, but the man had talent. He’d thought of every single detail to make it look like it was 1984. For a moment there, I’d almost fallen for it.
“Okay, Greg. You can come out now. Ha, ha. Very funny.”
I dashed through the house, opening and closing doors, yelling out his name as I searched for him. I imagined Greg hiding with Penny in one of the bedroom closets, bribing her with a juicy worm to keep quiet.
My stomach sank with each door I opened. Everything looked different and normal at the same time. There were no funky fishnets hanging from the living room ceiling, no neon-colored walls, no beanbags or fluffy pillows on the floor. There was actual furniture, and th
