Chapter 11 - ("Breaking the fourth wall")

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Emily's POV

I mumbled, opening my eyes and yawning as I pulled myself up. I felt like I was lying on a hard, cold floor.

"Good morning, big sister Amy." Are you okay? Sally's worried voice came from beside me as she crouched down and held out her hand to help me up. She had a Teddy bear under her arm that her mother or Emma must have given her.

As I looked around me, I realized that I was lying on the floor in the same small room with the mirror, which was still covered with dried blood. I hope no one found out that just a couple of days ago we called Bloody Mary here, which we successfully did.

"This is the second time I've woken up from a nightmare in front of a mirror. Things get weirder and weirder every time. Did mom notice? She felt like she'd already gone to work.»

"Hey, Emily, what are you doing here?" "what is it?" she asked anxiously, placing her small hands on my cheeks and looking into my gray eyes with her bright emerald ones. — You were sleepwalking and acting like a zombie." Rachel says you can't Wake sleepwalkers, so I followed you until you stopped and passed out here, right in front of the mirror. — with these words she pointed to a dirty-brown glass. "Nevertheless, let's go to Breakfast." Jenny has eaten and is waiting for you alone. Then we'll find Sally and Larry and go to that abandoned house.

When we went into the kitchen, we saw unexpected guests. They were the guys from the legendary SCP yesterday. All of them immediately began to glance at me appraisingly and even blush. It was only then that I remembered that I was standing in front of them in nothing but a long t-shirt, which hung on me like a sack because of my thin figure. My face was the color of bright hair.

"Wait a minute. I whispered to Sally, and hurried back to my bedroom to change into the same clothes I'd worn the night before before I came into the kitchen. But even now they were staring at me strangely. Well, what kind of people ... No tact and politeness.

"Hey, miss Emily, don't worry," the guy with the green hair and sunglasses said, flashing me a smile. — Our Foundation will save this city from Zalgo's disease, just trust us, we've never let anyone down before.

"I'll take your word for it, boys. I smiled, at which he blushed and gave me a thumbs-up.

"Never mind. They flirt with me all the time when Larry's not around. You know his temper. Jenny said with a soft smile, sitting at the table and sipping hot tea with milk.

"Good morning, Emily." Chris said as he entered the kitchen. — I've already told your parents that we're going to investigate your apartment and the building today. It will deal with Leia. he nodded at the girl standing beside him, her dark blue hair pulled back into a short, disheveled ponytail and her blue eyes. Pale with bluish tint skin, dark blue suit, cold eyes and aristocratic features, not to mention the behavior. This is my classmate, Leia or Lei Tucker. Her full name is Leila, but we all call her more briefly. She nodded, smiled at me out of the corner of her mouth, then walked away toward one of the corridors.

— Your mother was very worried about you and your friends, and she didn't even want to go to work, but I told her we could protect you and everyone else. - decisively delivered brown-haired, clenching fist and flashing green eyes. However, after a moment he frowned and sadly lowered his gaze. — But that was a lie, for we must keep this house from demons at this moment, and therefore we cannot go with you." So I told your mother to spend the night at your grandmother's house when night came, and she said, "okay," so you can't sleep in this house either. Your father knows all about it, too. He works with us, too. I met this guy named blue Dee to find out how to stop the curse. You will need to perform the ritual in an abandoned house and spend the night there when night falls. This is our last chance... If we don't stop this curse today, the city will be destroyed by demons.

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