CHAPTER TWELVE
My head whipped this way and that as I tried to figure out where I was. It looked an awful lot like Grandpa’s room, except that there was no one in it aside from myself. Much of the furniture looked the same, except newer, with few of the scratches and dents that I remembered them having. The carpeting, wallpaper, and curtains all looked new as well as if the room had just been finished yesterday. It felt hotter than normal, though, as if there wasn’t any air conditioning on in here.
As far as I could tell, I was by myself in here. Mom, Dad, Simon, Ariana, even Grandpa, were all gone. As a result, the room was eerily silent, like I had just walked into a graveyard in the middle of the night.
“Mom?” I said, turning around and looking to the left and then to the right. “Dad
