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Chapters (62)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. I
  4. AUGUST 24TH, 2016
  5. AUGUST 27TH, 2016
  6. AUGUST 29TH, 2016
  7. AUGUST 30TH, 2016
  8. AUGUST 31ST, 2016
  9. SEPTEMBER 3RD, 2016
  10. SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2016
  11. SEPTEMBER 5TH, 2016
  12. SEPTEMBER 10TH, 2016
  13. SEPTEMBER 16TH, 2016
  14. SEPTEMBER 18TH, 2016
  15. SEPTEMBER 2?, 2016
  16. SEPTEMBER 23RD, 2016
  17. SEPTEMBER 26TH, 2016
  18. OCTOBER 3RD, 2016
  19. OCTOBER 7TH, 2016
  20. OCTOBER 8TH, 2016
  21. II
  22. NOVEMBER 1ST, 2016
  23. NOVEMBER 3RD, 2016
  24. NOVEMBER 10TH, 2016
  25. NOVEMBER 16TH, 2016
  26. NOVEMBER 18TH, 2016
  27. NOVEMBER 24TH, 2016
  28. DECEMBER 16TH, 2016
  29. JANUARY 3RD, 2017
  30. JANUARY 7TH, 2017
  31. JANUARY 9TH, 2017
  32. JANUARY 10TH, 2017
  33. JANUARY 12TH, 2017
  34. JANUARY 13TH, 2017
  35. JANUARY 15TH, 2017
  36. JANUARY 19TH, 2017
  37. JANUARY 24TH, 2017
  38. JANUARY 31ST, 2017
  39. FEBRUARY 1ST, 2017
  40. FEBRUARY 2ND, 2017
  41. FEBRUARY 3RD, 2017
  42. FEBRUARY 4TH, 2017
  43. III
  44. MARCH 1ST, 2017
  45. MARCH 3RD, 2017
  46. MARCH 5TH, 2017
  47. MARCH 8TH, 2017
  48. MARCH 20TH, 2017
  49. APRIL 6TH, 2017
  50. APRIL 11TH, 2017
  51. APRIL 13TH, 2017
  52. IV
  53. MAY 19TH, 2017
  54. MAY 28TH, 2017
  55. JUNE 2ND, 2017
  56. JUNE 16TH, 2017
  57. JUNE 30TH, 2017
  58. JULY 3RD, 2017
  59. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  60. Also by Lauren Shippen
  61. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  62. Newsletter Sign-up

So when I woke up inside Dream High School, I expected the beats of the story to follow the same path they always have. Except … I wasn’t rushing down the hall to class. The hallway was busy, instead of the usual eerie emptiness of a school hallway five minutes after the bell has rung. This time, it was bustling, full of people I only vaguely recognized. Not the kind of recognition where you can place their name, or even remember their face, but the kind of knowing that prickles the back of your neck, speaks to something deep in your lizard brain.

And then: the humming. That faint inhuman chorus that I heard in the black space. A dream that now makes a lot more sense to me given what happened next.

Just as before, a familiar figure was in the distance, just down the hall, on the other side of a sea of people. My brother stood, not in the strange, still way he stood in the void space, but like he was himself, in school. Backpack slung over his shoulder, looking down at his phone, a slight smile on his face like he was texting one of his dumb high school friends he’s since lost touch with or flirting with a new girl. I just watched him for a moment, as he slid his phone in his pocket and started to walk down the hallway. That was when I noticed the hallway was different than my usual Nightmare High School. It was wider, more spacious.

That was because it wasn’t mine.

“Aaron!” I called out, like I somehow subconsciously knew I was in his high school. Like I wanted to ask him how he made the hallway wide.

He didn’t respond—why would he have? Should he have? If it had been my dream? UGH okay I am getting way ahead of myself.

I called out. He didn’t respond. So I started to walk toward him, but there were so many people and just the feeling of being back in high school with all those people who never liked me and never even tried to like me, I was starting to get overwhelmed, like this was the anxiety dream I always have, but with a different flavor, the crush of people creating the claustrophobia, not the narrow hallway, and all I wanted was for everyone around me to go away so I could talk to my brother, for them to just vanish into thin air and then—

They did.