When Gram took Corrie and me to a paranormal supply shop to get new cell phones, it was our first clue that our lives were about to change. That, and the wizards.
The second was Holly. We met her at our summer “mystical arts” classes and, right away, we knew she was trouble. Holly cut out every day, to search for a priceless treasure that her grandfather had lost at the school years ago. With her crinkled-up old map, she moved around campus like a ghost, and had even found a creepy place called “the haunted hallway,” when we finally located her. Holly was hunting alright,
inside
one of the haunted murals!
By the time we figured out the truth about Holly’s grandfather and the dark magic that guarded his secret hiding place, we were all in deep trouble. Holly was searching for the treasure in a forbidden crypt, and everyone, including the Light-bearers, was out looking for her. I was alone, sitting inside that awful mural, clutching the final clue and watching in horror as, suddenly, the whole illusion started bursting apart, like a sugar crush in a Candy Crush game! And I was stuck in the game...