POV: CHLOE SAUNDERS

June 18, 2012

Ok, so… I have no clue where we are. My hair has finally faded back to blond, so… I'm going to have to dye it. This is my new journal. I'm writing in it for our long "journey" which will probably never end. All I know so far is that Buffalo is long behind us.

"Hey, Chloe…" Simon murmured "I don't think were in Kansas anymore. He faced a sign that said: WELCOME TO HOLDEN, MA.

Well that answered one thing. It was a small town. Behind us was a store, not too big. A good hiding place… Tori took her first steps into the town. Derek clasped my small hand in his large pale ones. I smiled and followed Tori, Derek by my side. He swept his long black hair out of his face. His green eyes scanned the scenery. Would we enroll ourselves as students? Would we just hide? I had a bad feeling about this town, but there was anything I could do. It's the best we could get to without being caught.

"Chloe" Derek said under his breath. I looked up to meet his eyes. Burning with pain, his eyes whispered it was about to happen. The change. "Um..." I tried to think of how to get him to someplace safe. There were wooded areas behind every house. We strolled along, crossing roads to find a certain house to tori's liking. No cars and a side door to the garage; accidentally left open. Tori snuck in… going up stairs in to a kitchen. "Come on… no one's home." We made our way to the basement, with Lego star wars, and pictures of Thai people. An air mattress lay deflated on the ground. The basement had obviously not been touched in at least two years.

"Ladies first!" Tori started to blow up the bed. "Me and Chloe are going to have the bed, and Simon and Derek can go under the stairs." My eyes were dragged under the stairs, to where a tall man stood, breathing heavily.

His eyes were bright blue. Mine were glued to the two, cold pieces of, or what reminded me of, death. I started to get dizzy, and could faintly hear Derek trying to move boxes out of the way.

"Chloe…" Simon's voice echoed in my ears. "not here… please, not here. Make it leave… or something, we are hiding because of these."

Derek turned, facing me. The ghost charged at me, like Derek being concerned triggered it. I heard a screech, and was almost positive it wasn't me, though it was in my head.

"Derek!" I yelled. The ghost was not just any ghost. Its arms extended, and he grew ghastly, it wasn't a person. Not a demon though. Its facial features disappeared. There was no more face. I stood stunned. I ripped my necklace, which was still changing colors, and held it in front of me, and the beast ran into me, but fell into… something that looked like blood. It was the blood.

Simon swore. I trembled and ran to hug Derek, who held me tight.

"It had no face, and it… was ghastly and tall." I shook like a Chihuahua.

Tears made a clean path down my dirt-covered face. Derek wiped them away. You got it away. I told myself. It's gone.