Memories From a Dead Girl

Chloe didn't understand the meaning, but Austin did. He moved back from the table and shook his head. When he spoke, his voice was strained, like he couldn't believe what just happened, even though part of the answer was staring him in the face.

"She was murdered by a shadow?"

"No," Austin said. "Someone else was there, I told you."

"Olivia," Chloe said to the air, "are you still here?"

Yes. I'm still here. Ask me another question and I'll move the piece again.

When neither of them touched the board, I let go and stepped away from them. I tried to remember what — who — I'd seen that day. I wished there was a way to make them see what I did. And then I had another idea.

I walked over to Austin and reached out my hand to touch his shoulder. He shivered as my hand came in contact with the fabric of his shirt. To my surprise, it made him drowsy; his head slumped forward slightly, and I saw my opening.

"Hold still," I whispered.

Then jumped into his body.