If you had met me a few weeks ago, you probably would have described me as an average teenage girl — someone normal. Now my life has changed and I’m as far away from normal as it gets.
I’m a living science experiment — not only can I see ghosts, but I can raise the dead without even trying. Trust me, that is not a power you would want to have. Ever.
I’m running for my life with three of my supernatural friends and we have to find someone who can help us gain our freedom back before the Edison Group finds us first. Or die trying.
I’m a living science experiment — not only can I see ghosts, but I can raise the dead without even trying. Trust me, that is not a power you would want to have. Ever.
I’m running for my life with three of my supernatural friends and we have to find someone who can help us gain our freedom back before the Edison Group finds us first. Or die trying.
My name is Chloe Saunders and my life will never be the same again. All I wanted was to make friends, meet boys, and keep on being ordinary. I don’t even know what that means anymore. It all started the day I saw my first ghost — and the ghost saw me.
Now there are ghosts everywhere and they won’t leave me alone. To top it all off, I somehow got myself locked up in Lyle House, a “special home” for troubled teens. Yet the home isn’t what it seems. Don’t tell anyone, but I think there may be more to my housemates than meets the eye. The question is, which side are they on? It’s up to me to figure out the dangerous secrets behind Lyle House . . . before its skeletons come back to haunt me.
Now there are ghosts everywhere and they won’t leave me alone. To top it all off, I somehow got myself locked up in Lyle House, a “special home” for troubled teens. Yet the home isn’t what it seems. Don’t tell anyone, but I think there may be more to my housemates than meets the eye. The question is, which side are they on? It’s up to me to figure out the dangerous secrets behind Lyle House . . . before its skeletons come back to haunt me.
"Peeling duty already?" a voice whispered. "What'd you do to deserve that?"
This time, when I wheeled around, I didn't see a disembodied hand, but a whole body. A guy, in fact, maybe a year older than me, a half-foot taller and slender, with high cheekbones and dark blond hair worn in short, messy spikes. His almond-shaped brown eyes danced with amusement.
"You must be Chloe."
He reached out. I jumped back. The carrot leapt from my hands and bounced off his arm. A real arm. Attached to a real guy.
"I-I-I--"
He put a finger to his lips, then pointed at the dining room door. Beyond it, Mrs. Talbot was talking to Liz.
"I'm not supposed to be in here," he whispered. "I'm Simon, by the way."
I was suddenly aware that he was standing between me and the exit. His smile was friendly, and he was definitely cute, but cute didn't count with a guy who had you cornered in a group home.
This time, when I wheeled around, I didn't see a disembodied hand, but a whole body. A guy, in fact, maybe a year older than me, a half-foot taller and slender, with high cheekbones and dark blond hair worn in short, messy spikes. His almond-shaped brown eyes danced with amusement.
"You must be Chloe."
He reached out. I jumped back. The carrot leapt from my hands and bounced off his arm. A real arm. Attached to a real guy.
"I-I-I--"
He put a finger to his lips, then pointed at the dining room door. Beyond it, Mrs. Talbot was talking to Liz.
"I'm not supposed to be in here," he whispered. "I'm Simon, by the way."
I was suddenly aware that he was standing between me and the exit. His smile was friendly, and he was definitely cute, but cute didn't count with a guy who had you cornered in a group home.
I followed his gaze over my shoulder, and let out a yelp. The guy standing behind me had to be six feet tall, with shoulders as wide as the door. Though he was as big as an adult, he'd never be mistaken for one. His face could be used as the "before" picture for acne cream. Dark hair hung in his eyes, lank and dull.
"I-I-I--" I swallowed. "I didn't see you there."
He reached past me and took the cracker sleeve from Simon. When he started to retreat, Simon grabbed the back of his shirt.
"We're still teaching him manners," he said to me. "Derek, Chloe. Chloe, my brother Derek."
"Brother?" I said.
"Yeah." Derek's voice was a low rumble. "Identical twins."
"He's my foster brother," Simon said. "So I was just about to tell Chloe—"
"We done here?" Derek said.
Simon waved him away, then rolled his eyes. "Sorry."
"I-I-I--" I swallowed. "I didn't see you there."
He reached past me and took the cracker sleeve from Simon. When he started to retreat, Simon grabbed the back of his shirt.
"We're still teaching him manners," he said to me. "Derek, Chloe. Chloe, my brother Derek."
"Brother?" I said.
"Yeah." Derek's voice was a low rumble. "Identical twins."
"He's my foster brother," Simon said. "So I was just about to tell Chloe—"
"We done here?" Derek said.
Simon waved him away, then rolled his eyes. "Sorry."