Sometimes, things that go bump in the night are real.
My name is Whitney Lane. I’m sixteen years old and at first, I thought I was crazy.
I kept seeing shadows move along walls, and hearing whispers around corners, but whenever I looked, there was never anything there.
Until one day, there was.
Our world isn’t what we think. There are things around us, good things, bad things, scary things.
Things that we tell ourselves aren’t real, but they are.
They’re very real, and they’re terrifying.
I’ve been swept up now, in a battle of good and evil, confused about love and what is supposed to be love, but isn’t. I don’t know what to think anymore. I can’t trust my emotions and I don’t know what is true.
There’s only one thing I know for sure.
Nothing is what it seems.
The Northport Market is practically deserted as I enter it. As I walk through the door, I suddenly have the strange sensation that someone is hovering right by my elbow. I quickly look, but there’s no one there.
My stomach sinks because my craziness is getting out of hand.
I seriously have to get a hold of myself.
With a gulp, I make a bee-line to the fresh floral section at the back of the store. I try to zip in and back out again without bumping into anyone that I know, but I should’ve known that would be futile effort. In a town the size of Northport, you can’t go anywhere without running into someone you know- because you literally know everyone.
“Whitney, dear. How are you doing?”
Miranda Eli had zeroed in on me from the end of the aisle and had broken her neck to get to me.
She’s now grasping my arm with her glistening crimson nails in a motherly way. I know I’m not going anywhere. She means well, but she’s a busy-body. I know that anything I say here will be shared with everyone on Miranda Eli’s speed dial.
There’s a movement from behind her and a tall dark-headed boy moves into focus.
With a jolt, I realize it’s the boy from the pier.
His dark eyes contain a slightly condescending stare in them as he stands next to her. He looks to be about my age. His glare unnerves me and I try to focus on what Miranda is saying.
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Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people.
Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.