My eyes snapped open.

 (What the..?) I thought, looking around myself.

 It seemed to look exactly like the neighborhood I lived in, but something about it felt so… wrong.

 It was night, and freezing cold.

 looking down at the concrete below my feet, I remembered running for my life down this very sidewalk. 

 I was suddenly engulfed with my last memory; the memory of walking when a gunshot exploded past my head, obviously they had been trying to shoot me, so I ran. I remember hearing a few dogs barking from the houses I ran past, alerted by the noise of the gunshot.

 Then I made a wrong turn and ended up corned in an alleyway and then- the memory went black.

 I glanced up at the sky, where a few stars peeked out from the clouds, then back down to the concrete to realize my hands were shaking as I thought about the possibility that I was a ghost.

 (Okay, I should probably find my house so I can find out for sure.) I thought, then started walking in the direction of the house.

 As my house came into view I quickened my pace until I came to the front porch.

 I hesitated, my raised hand ready to knock, would my parents want to see me? If I was a ghost, would they not see me?

 Taking a deep breath, I knocked.

 No one came to the door.

 I pressed the doorbell.

 Again, no one came to the door.

 I reached toward the doorknob and twisted it, it was unlocked.

 Surprised, I pulled back then reached out and opened the door to the dark room inside.

 I blinked.

 Walking in, I flipped the light on.

 My eyes widened and filled with tears.

 “B-but,”

 The two people in front of me were the two people I thought I would never see again.

 I ran over and threw my arms around them, letting my tears fall.

 Then one of them spoke.

 “Welcome to The Mystic, Maddy.”