• CHAPTER 1


    "I was only 15. I never knew what happened to me until I woke up different. I'm getting ahead of myself...once again! Ok...let me think...should I start a week before or a few days before? Yeah...definitely a few days before." I am floating in some kids room, and "sit" on a chair.
    "Ok...let me get this right...you lived here?" He asked.
    "Yes...well...not exactly here..." I said and began to pace his bedroom floor. The boy is 16, a year older than me...ish. He seems to be the only one to see me.
    "Ok...they do start from the day you became..." he paused trying to find the right word.
    "A ghost?" I say, getting annoyed a little. "I just wish I could just show him the memory, like I sometimes do...It's like going back in time but not exactly." I said without knowing I was saying it out load.
    "umm...I can here you."
    "OH! Sorry, I'm just so use to people not hearing or seeing me...except for the other ghosts...but why do they care. They only want to just cross over...whatever that means."
    "Yes! You know the whole crossing over! YES!!!"
    "Sorry, I don't. All I know is the Summer Lands. That is where I should be...but I'm not!"
    "Summer Lands? What is that!"
    I sighed and mumbled to myself, "Lord and Lady, help me now."
    "What?"
    "Never mind, just tell me what year it is, that is one question you never answered me."
    "umm...You won't freak out or anything will you?"
    "Why do you ask that?"
    "Well for one, you're in a dress. Not just ANY dress, but a dress the first white people would have had on when it was that time."
    "Ok...I should have told you I was! In the Summer Lands...it's just that all of sudden I wasn't. And then I 'freaked out' and end up finding you! Who is the only one that can see me!"
    Before the boy could say anything, a voice came from downstairs. "Honey! Who's up there with you?"
    "No one mom!"
    "But who are you talking to then!"
    "Just preparing for a speech at school! And some lines!"
    "Okay!"
    "Who was that?" I asked.
    "Hold on." The boy flipped on some...box, and noise came out of it. He turned it all the way up
    I jumped and stared at it. "What is that!"
    "ok...let me answer all three questions. One: This" He placed his hand on the 'box', "Is a radio. It plays music. Do you know what music is?"
    "Yes...I sing sometimes, when I am...or was...doing chores."
    "Ok...that works. Two: That was my mom. She thinks I am in the Play, and in Speech. Play is a school thing that the school does...it involves drama...or acting. And Speech is were you speak properly, and another school thing."
    I shake my head, seeing some of these things in his mind.
    "You understand?"
    "Yes, I...sort of see them in your mind, what they mean."
    "Does that explain the headache?" He asks and lays down on the bed.
    "Sorry, I just want to know what is hidden behind that mental wall."
    "Please stop it, it's personal to me."
    I do stop. "Sorry, it's just that it helps me know this world better."
    "Ok...number three: It's the year 2009."
    My heart stops dead. "What!"
    "I said-"
    "No, no...I heard. It's just that...when I became a ghost...or was killed...I believe. It was in the winter of 1692." I sit down next to him on his bed.
    He sits up and tries to grab my hand.

    He does! I look down at his hand and mine. Seeing that it is solid. We both stair at our hands.
    "I...I'm...solid..."
    "You are, and your in these modern day clothes."
    I look down and see that I am not in my dress. Instead I am in his type of clothing that would be for a girl.
    "How is this possible?" I ask to myself
    "I don't know, but..." He lets go of my hand and I'm still solid.
    "But...Lord and Lady, what is happening?"
    "Lord and Lady?"
    I swallow...I haven't told him yet!
    "Lord and Lady?" He asks again.
    "Ok...I am Elizabeth."
    "Jacob. But still Lord and Lady?"
    "I'm getting there! I...I am a witch...or in other words...Wicca."