Super 3

The waiting was torture.  Time crawled by slowly, giving Teri plenty of opportunities to imagine the worst.  Her brain just wouldn’t quit.  She imagined the FBI finding them, or Dr. Fiedler.  That wasn’t nearly the scariest thing she came up with.  In the last fading rays of the sun, Teri saw her dim reflection in the car window next to her.  Beyond the window, the world was getting gloomier and gloomier.  Teri was worried the shadowy girl was going to make another appearance.

“Are we actually going to talk about what’s going on?” Teri asked.  “Because I’m really freaking out here.”

“We’re going to follow Dr. Fiedler and see where he goes,” Aiden said.

“Yeah,” Max said.  “He’s probably got notes somewhere, scientists take lots of notes.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s in the movies,” Morgan said.  “Still, wouldn’t hurt to check.”

“I’m not talking about that,” Teri said.  “I’m talking about the girl that’s been coming out of mirrors after us.”

The inside of Aiden’s car got very quiet all of a sudden.  The sounds of traffic drifted by.

“I don’t know what that girl is.  She can’t be real, but we’re all seeing her.  I think she might be a… ghost.”

“That’s just not possible,” Aiden said.  “It must be something else.”

“Like what?” Max asked.

“I don’t know,” Aiden said.  “Maybe mass hysteria?”

“I know you saw it Aiden,” Morgan said.  “Were you hysterical?”

“I was scared out of my mind,” he said.

“That was after,” Morgan said.  “We were all terrified, but before you saw it, you weren’t scared.”

“I’m trying to disagree with you,” Aiden said.  “But I don’t really believe what I’m saying.  I don’t want to believe what I saw.”

Teri couldn’t argue with that, but she was sick of avoiding talking about what was happening.  The song playing on the radio was ending, she waiting until the start of the next one.  It was by Michael Jackson.  It wasn’t one of the few that Teri had on her playlist, so she didn’t recognize the lyrics, but she did know the voice.  Definitely not a normal choice for this radio station, someone must’ve requested it.

Teri scrunched her brow and focused as much as she could.  Her eyes bored into the LED clock on the dashboard.  Her neck shook as her muscles tightened.  Morgan was trying to ask if she was okay, but Teri drowned her out with a fresh wave of concentration.  Then the bright blue-green numbers went from 6:07 to 6:06.

“I’m trying to disagree with you,” Aiden said.  “But I don’t really believe what I’m saying.  I don’t want to believe what I saw.”

Teri had done it.  She spoke while the last chords of the song were playing over the radio.

“Michael Jackson’s going to be on next.”

Aiden and Morgan looked like they were about to tell her how unlikely that was when the song came on.

“How do you know what’s happening before it happens?” Max asked.

“I don’t know.  I see what happens, and then everything starts rewinding.  Maybe I’m seeing the future or maybe I’m really rewinding time.  It’s not like a vision, it’s like I’m really there.  And I think I’m starting to be able to control it.”

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