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Drake was standing there with Liz.  Everything seemed perfectly fine.  There was no broken glass, no blood, no police; everyone just looked very confused. 
      "Liz?"
      "Yeah, Rich, you ok?  You're looking rough."
      "Uhhhh…."  Rich, of course, knew he had to be very careful about how he answered the question.  His story would sound completely insane.  The shooting, Principal Drake’s ramblings, the dead teacher, the little girl: it had all seemed so real.  Maybe he really had lost it.  But what if someone was actually hurt back in that hall?
      "I think someone might be hurt."     
    *****
      Rich finished speaking to the officer, quickly concocting a story about a possible shooter he spotted in the hallway.  "That's all I saw.  I don't know how else to explain it."
      The officer looked extremely skeptical.  "We'll search the school again, but there’s no one except me on campus with a gun, and no one appears to be hurt.  Go home, son." 
      Everyone's parents were there, hysterical, including his mother.  She currently had him locked in a mega bear hug.  "Mom!!  I'm fine!" 
      "I'll give everyone a ride home.  I don't want anything else happening today.  I hate getting calls from the school."            
      The car ride home was silent at first.  Rich really didn't know what to say to Alice and Liz, and figured his mom wouldn't want to talk about it anymore.  His mom kept her eyes on the road.  "So, what do you think is going on?  I don't care how crazy it is going to sound. I just want an honest answer."
      Rich explained all the weird things that had been happening that week, and also Liz and Stan's stories.  "You guys are just frightening each other.  It's builds on itself.  I'd stay clear of Ouija Boards and murder ghost stories for a while guys." 
    Liz giggled.  "I think that would be best." 
      As he got out of the car at Aunt Rose’s house, he saw a small crowd of kids gathering on the other side of the road.  He kept trying to ignore them, but they were staring at him.  They were completely still, and just kept looking right at him.  Their grey eyes were boring into his soul. 
      "Hey Liz, do you see..."
      As soon as he called for her, they scattered like ants.  "Never mind."  Now he must have been seeing things.  Maybe he was going crazy.  Too many little weird things were happening too quickly.  His mom left to drop everyone else off, and he headed into the house.  Exhausted, he took a nap.   
      After dinner, Rich had to study for a bit.  Most of his work was temporarily canceled due to the incident at the school.  "Mom, can I give Liz a call?  I'd like to make sure that she's ok after today, I kind of got her in trouble."
      "Who's Liz?"
      Rich looked at her, confused.  "My friend… Liz?  First person I met when we moved here?  Comes to the house all the time?" 
      His mom looked at Aunt Rose.  "This is going too far.  I'm going to get him some help."  She stormed out of the room. 
      Rich was totally confused now.  "Aunt Rose, you remember Liz, right?  She's sat right there plenty of times.  You have to back me up!"
      She leaned in really close to his face, and whispered.  "I told you not to touch the board.  I tried to warn you.  Now things are going to get bad."
      Rich sat there in shock. What was happening to everyone?  He walked into his room, and stopped. 
      "Hey bro, can I borrow this?
      Rich stared at the girl standing in his room.  "Can I help you?"
      She laughed.  "Good one, Richie.  So, can I grab this jacket or what?"
      "I'm not kidding.  How did you get in this house?"
      "Um...we moved here, freak?  I'm taking this jacket."
      Suddenly the face looked familiar around her eyes.  "Lilly?" 
      "You need a nap or something Rich, you’re wigging out.  Later."  She passed him and left the room. 
      Rich tried to absorb the fact that his sister seemed to have aged 16 years in one