This book was inspired by my father who always wondered why there was extra room between my closet and the laundry room. This book was written to creep my sister out. Have fun reading, Sarah!
Prologue:
I was running. Running as fast as I could. I ran up the stairs then turned left, zooming by all the unfinished rooms. I heard Rosie counting, 6...7...8... If I didn't find somewhere to hide soon, I'd end up being "it" for hide-and-go-seek next game. My heart was racing. I needed to hide, but where? Then I saw it. A small door, about a foot tall. Almost invisible. I squished myself in and closed the door behind me. I curled into a ball and hid in a corner. This room was small, and still wet with cement. I knew it was because the house was still being built.
Then a weird thought hit me: Why am I playing hide-and-go-seek in an unfinished house? My thought was interrupted by people yelling, "Amy! Amy! Where are you!" I'm here, is what I wanted to say, but my voice didn't work. I tried to find the door I came in, but it wasn't there, as if it had never existed. I wanted to scream. I was more frightened than I had ever been before. Then I smelled the unmistakable, soporious smell of lavender and vanilla mixed with the strong scent of cement. My eyelids felt droopy, and I lay down, then
everything went black.
And that was the day I died.
