My mom came to pick me up a few hours later. By then, I had gotten over the initial shock of realizing my parents had allowed some strange man to come into my house and brainwash me into thinking the death of my sister’s friend was no big deal, but I was still miffed. And confused. Why in the world would my parents want me to think that Drew’s death was just a blip in my existence and not something to worry about?
Something very strange was going on, and I had no idea who I could talk to about it. If my parents were part of the conspiracy, then I couldn’t trust them. My grandmother also allegedly knew these people, though I wasn’t sure I could trust that either. As hard as it was, I decided to wait it out. My sister was supposed to return the next day. Maybe when she came home, she’d spew out some acceptable explanation for all of this weirdness and life would go back to normal.
I wasn’t holding my breath.
Saturday night, I tr
My mom shook her head. “That’s terrible. Cassidy, why don’t you….”I interrupted. I had no choice. “Poor Jack,” I said loudly, so that my mother sending me back to the car would be drowned out. “He’s probably having bad dreams, too. Has he said anything about that?” I wanted to add “or people walking on the roof” but didn’t want to be too obvious.“He has,” Steve said, looking at the ground. “But when he wakes up, he says he can’t remember what happened.”“It’s just awful. The whole thing.” Tears started to careen down Alice’s face again. “I’ve heard the other girls aren’t doing well either.” I assumed she was talking about Sidney and Taylor.“Who ever would’ve thought someone could lose their life rock climbing around here?” I wasn’t sure if Steve asked the question in such a
“Hey, Cass.” Jack’s voice croaked a bit, as if he’d had a cold and was just getting over it. I wondered if maybe he’d been sleeping too much.“Hey,” I said in return. He had always hugged me before, but this time he stood with his hands in his pockets, just looking at me. “I’m sorry to bother you. I just wanted to see you, make sure you’re okay, and give you this.” I extended the hastily put-together card. I had decided printing something off of the Internet was probably better than me trying to draw something, so it wasn’t horrible, but it was a little odd. They don’t exactly make cards that say, “Sorry your friend died. Are weird things happening at your house, too? Has my sister transformed into some sort of beast?”“Thank you,” he said, taking it. His fingertips grazed mine, and I almost jumped back. I wasn’t expecting his hand to be so cold. If his whole bod
Never in my entire life has my mother let me eat Sunday lunch upstairs, but all it took was mentioning that speaking to Jack had me feeling sad, and she agreed to let me fix a plate and take it to my room. I felt like she wanted to talk to my dad and thought it would be easier if I wasn’t there since this game of secrets was becoming more and more complicated with every passing moment.I grabbed a chicken breast, a helping of mashed potatoes, and a few roasted carrots, slipping a can of pop into my pocket before I headed up the stairs, my mom shouting at me to be careful on the carpet. My true purpose was to call Lucy as soon as I could. I needed to let her know what had happened at Jack’s.Unfortunately, I got her voicemail. I left her a message to call me and then jotted down a few notes in my notebook before snapping a picture and sending it to her.“Sunday: Went to talk to Jack Cook. He was acting odd. He seemed haggard and disheveled. His
From the top of the stairwell, I could hear my family talking. I took my time. If they didn’t know I could hear, they might just keep saying things that could be valuable to my investigation.My mom’s voice carried up the stairs. “We had always heard that Transformation was extremely painful, but now I guess they have some new method or something, and it’s not so bad? Is that right, or was Aaron just trying to make us feel better?”There was that word again. I knew for a fact now that my sister had undergone some sort of procedure, something that had altered who—or what—she was. The proof was in the blur I’d seen as she made her way to the house. And now my mom was confirming it.I wished there was some way I could wait until after my sister replied before I showed myself, but Cadence was facing the entryway from the stairs to the living room, so as soon as I stepped foot on the floor at the bottom of the stairwell
I realized I couldn’t risk calling Lucy because my sister might overhear, so I pulled out my phone, thinking I’d text her. There were quite a few missed texts on a three-way with Lucy and Emma, and I saw that Milo had called me, too. While I’d spoken to him a few days before, I was still in my crazy state of thinking that Drew’s death was no big deal when we talked, so I was eager to call him back to claim I’d been in shock or something.Noises next door told me Cadence was in her room, but she wasn’t particularly loud, and I hoped she’d fall asleep for a little while. After that, I hoped I’d get a chance to talk to her. There was so much going on all of a sudden, and I felt pressed for time, even though I had no idea why.I checked my texts first. The girls had discovered the car was a Lamborghini Aventador, which cost about $400,000. That number was from Emma, so I knew it wasn’t an exaggeration. I almost dropped
My mother ordered pizza for dinner. Yet another reason to suspect it was the end of times. I wanted to check the back yard to see if perhaps she had also purchased us a pet unicorn, that’s how rare it was that my mom would order pizza for dinner when it wasn’t anyone’s birthday. The only other time I remember her ordering anything in on a regular day was when my father had a fender bender on the way home from work, and they were both stressed out about calling insurance and whatever else you have to do when your car’s crunched.We didn’t even eat at the table! We sat in front of the television and watched a movie. I had no idea we even owned TV trays. It was amazing, and it sort of made me wish my sister had transformed into some weird, super-fast creature earlier or more often.If Cadence was struggling to keep things at a normal pace, no one noticed. She looked like her regular self, although I swear she was more muscular somehow. It was
I think Cadence really wanted to change the subject, but I pressed on. “So what kind of work are you going to be doing?”By now she must’ve realized I knew more than she thought I would. “It’s sort of difficult to explain and top secret.” She plastered a crooked smile on her face, which I knew was fake. “If I told ya I’d have to kill ya.” She poked me in the ribs with her elbow.I laughed because it was meant to be funny, but on the inside, I felt my blood run cold. “Ha, yeah. Mom said it was security or something.”“Something like that. Hey, how are Lucy and Emma?”She had managed to change the subject. Good for her. “They’re good. We were all ready to head back to school, but I guess that’ll happen Tuesday. We are working on a science project together.”“Cool. What’s it about?”I spent way too long explaining our pr
Lying as still as I possibly could, I strained to hear what was happening next door. I heard Cadence’s water switch off but didn’t hear anything else for a while. I assumed she was still in the bathroom, drying off, etc. Just when I was beginning to think I was imagining everything, the bathroom door opened, and I heard my sister shriek. It wasn’t a scream—like she was in pain or something was attacking her—it was more like the sound someone might make at a surprise party. However, it was enough for me to know I wasn’t losing my mind.It was muffled but distinct enough that I could make out every word. “What are you doing in my bedroom again?” my sister shouted.Before he even spoke, I knew who she was speaking to. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” I heard Aaron say. His voice was becoming too familiar to me. “I just climbed in the window…. I had no idea you were in the shower. If I had known, I wouldn&rsquo