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.”