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Update: Edited as of 7/16/2015
“You won’t believe. You must see.”
Megan Blake lurched upright on the couch, a cold sheen of sweat covering her face and body.
“Meg.” Her name was a whisper, an echo in her mind.
Mouth agape, Meg swerved her head side to side, searching for the source of the voice. “Meredith?” She stood and gawked through the high, floor-to-ceiling windows of their family vacation cabin. At the edge of the forest, the ethereal figure of her twin sister beckoned.
“Come. You won’t believe. You must see.” Meredith turned and glided into the woods.
“Merry!” Megan kicked the empty Dewar’s bottle with her bare foot and cursed. Shoving her feet into her sneakers, she grabbed her jacket off the back of the couch and dashed through the glass doors, jumping from the porch and bolting across the meadow.
Trees whipped by. Branches slashed her face as she pursued the ghostly visage, always just ahead, always obscured by lanky trunks or offending bushes. When Meg reached the next clearing, she skidded to a stop, windmilling her arms to keep from falling on her face.
“Come. You must see.” Meredith stood at the entrance to the caves.
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