(IN EDITING) Hi. I'm Nicole Miller and I've been in foster care since I was born seventeen years ago. I've moved around a lot to say the least. Over the years I've been used, abused, and sexually harassed by my various foster parents. Now, I'm moving again. I never know quite what to expect. All I know about this new family is that their last name is Styles, or something along those lines. For some reason my caseworker really thinks I'll like these people. And I really hope she's right.

I feel a gush of wind pass right through me. I hear the flicker of the light switch turn off and all of a sudden I feel an immediate sense of being paralyzed. I can't move, I can't talk, and, I can't scream. I feel like there's someone or something present behind me as I feel a cold breath on my neck. My whole body shivers in fear. I want to run and hide, but I cannot even move an inch. All of a sudden, I feel a sigh of relief when I feel like I can move again, but I was still paralyzed with fear. I slowly turn around and gasp to see a man a few inches away from my face. I can't really see what he looks like because it is pitch black in my room, but I can tell it's a man, showing by his body structure. I am about to scream until the man slaps his hand on my mouth, and with his other hand he brings his finger up to my face and I flinch automatically thinking that he will hit me for almost screaming but he puts his finger to my lips, warning me to be quiet. His hand moves away from my mouth and I felt a sudden pull toward him and for some reason, I feel like I trust him. Why was I feeling this way? I realize that he is doing something with my mind and it scares me to think what else he can do. "Hi Katrina. I'm Vincent. Look, I don't have much time and I know you won't believe me but I am a ghost and my mission here is to save you." He whispers. I frowned. "W- hat? H-how do you know na-?" "Katrina, I don't have time." He snaps. "I'll explain it all another time but I just want you to know that I am here to save you from your past." He whispers, his face inches away from my face. "What past? What are you talking about? I don't need saving." I say with a cold and bewildered stare. Vincent looks at me with worry, "Please Kate, you need to trust me before it's too late."