MidReal Story

Secrets of Lily's Ancestry: Unleashing Hidden Powers

Scenario: Lily is a girl
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Lily is a girl
I always thought that I was just clumsy.
I lost my phone at least once a day, my keys every time I left the house, and my car in the parking lot without fail.
It was just in my nature, but I could never get used to it.
I’d spend hours looking for whatever I’d misplaced only to find it in a spot that I’d already checked at least twice.
I chalked it up to having a bad memory, but I soon realized that it wasn’t the case.
It wasn’t just my keys going missing.
One day, when I came home from school, I found a book on my bed.
It was one of my favorites—Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
I had no idea how it got there as I knew I hadn’t been in my room since I left in the morning.
Maybe my mom had put it there?
No, she was at work all day.
It was odd, but I didn’t pay much attention to it.
The next couple of days brought with them more strange incidents.
The picture frame above the fireplace fell off the wall and onto the floor, scaring the living daylights out of me.
When I went to pick it up, I noticed that the nail holding it in place was still intact.
There was no way that it could have fallen off on its own.
My cat had taken to knocking things off counters and tables for no apparent reason, so I assumed he’d done the same thing with the picture frame.
But when he came out of his hiding spot under the couch, his eyes were wide and unmoving as though he’d seen something that he couldn’t quite understand.
It sent shivers down my spine.
A week later, Alex and I were studying for our history test.
We had an exam coming up next week, and we both knew we needed to get our heads in the game if we wanted to pass.
We were halfway through our notes when my pen started to move on its own.
At first, I thought maybe it had fallen onto my notebook or something like that, but when I looked down, I saw that it wasn’t there.
It was still in the air, twirling around as though it was being held by an invisible hand.
Alex and I both gasped, and in a split second, the pen dropped onto the table.
“What the hell?”
I muttered as I looked around the room.
Alex stood from his chair and walked over to the window, checking to see if it was open.
I had no idea what he was looking for, but I didn’t object.
When he turned back to me, he shrugged his shoulders.
“Maybe there was a draft or something.”
A draft didn’t make any sense as the windows were closed, and it wasn’t all that cold outside.
But I didn’t want to worry him further, so we agreed to forget about it.
After all, it was probably nothing more than me being tired or just seeing things.
But it didn’t stop there.
For the rest of the night, the objects in the room moved on their own.
They would slide across the table, float in mid-air, or even spin around like they were being controlled by some sort of invisible force.
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But it wasn’t until my lamp tipped over and books started flying off the shelf that I knew something was really off.
The lamp fell to the floor, crashing into pieces and causing Alex to jump from his seat.
“Lily, what’s going on?”
he asked as he looked around.
Through the darkness and static of my mind, I could see a figure standing by the door.
It wasn’t moving or saying anything; it was just watching.
It sent ice cold chills down my spine, and I was too scared to move.
“Alex,” I tried to call out to him, but my voice was barely above a whisper.
He turned to me and ran over to make sure I was okay.
Without a word, he pulled me into his arms and held me tight.
“What’s going on?
“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered into my ear.
It wasn’t very comforting, but it worked.
I could feel his heart beating against his chest and his warm breath on my skin.
It made me calm down, if only just a little.
But I couldn’t forget about that figure.
When I looked back up at the door, it was gone.
With Alex holding me so close, I found myself relaxing even more.
“I’m going to go check things out, okay?”
I nodded into his chest, not wanting to let him go.
Alex was one of my oldest friends, and I knew that he would never hurt me, but I also knew that he couldn’t protect me against whatever we were up against.
He gave me one last squeeze before letting me go, and I watched as he walked around the room, inspecting everything he could think of.
The books that had been thrown off of the shelf were now back where they belonged, and the lamp was standing upright once more.
When Alex came back, he gave me a reassuring smile.
“It’s like nothing ever happened,” he said as he sat down next to me on my bed.
He was right; everything was fine now, but that didn’t stop me from feeling uneasy.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” I whispered.
He put his arm around me and pulled me close once more.
“I know, Lily.I don’t know what’s happening either, but I’m here, okay?”
I let out a heavy sigh and relaxed into his embrace even more than before.
Alex had a way with words that always made me feel better, even if it was only for a little while.
“Can you stay with me tonight?
You can sleep on the floor if you want; I just don’t want to be alone.”
He gave me a gentle squeeze and kissed the top of my head before nodding in agreement.
“Of course I will.”
“Thank you,” I said before pulling away to give him a small smile.
He might not be able to protect me against whatever we were up against, but having him here made me feel a whole lot better than if I were alone—especially after everything that had happened tonight.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he said before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Do you want me to turn off your lamp?”
he asked as he looked at it from across the room.
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I shook my head and held tight to the blanket pulled up to my chin, not wanting to let him go yet.
The lamp flickered to life and then dimmed again as a loud clap of thunder echoed throughout the night sky, jolting me awake.
My heart raced in my chest as I listened to the storm raging outside of my window.
How long had I been asleep?
The last thing I remembered was the lamp flicking on and Alex talking to me.
My head swiveled toward it and I gasped when I realized it was still on.
What the hell?
I must have been dreaming.
But then why did the room look like a tornado had come through?
Maybe I had been dreaming about a storm and that was why it looked like this.
There was a logical explanation for all of this—I just needed to figure out what it was.
As I tried to calm my racing thoughts, I reached down to the floor to see if Alex was still there.
His snores were the only thing that assured me he was still there with me.
The lamp flickered again, illuminating the room for a brief moment before dimming once more.
My eyes widened when I saw that all of the books were still standing on the shelf where they belonged—they hadn’t fallen at all like I thought they had in my dream.
Had it really been a dream?
Or had I dreamt turning around and seeing them fall?
I shook my head to try to clear it, but nothing made sense anymore.
The storm outside was raging even more than it had been before, and the flashes of lightning lit up my room for mere seconds before everything went black again.
It was during one of these moments that I saw something out of the corner of my eye move beside me.
My heart raced even faster than before, and I twisted my body so I could see what it was without taking my eyes off of whatever it was that was next to me before the next flash of lightning filled the room with light once more.
My eyes widened when I saw the ghostly figure of a girl with long red hair standing beside my bed staring down at me with glowing blue eyes and a blank expression on her face.
I tried to scream and take my eyes off her to call for Alex, but I couldn’t do either no matter how hard I tried to make myself move.
I turned my attention back to the girl and watched in horror as she reached out toward me, her hand passing right through my body as if I were nothing more than a ghost myself.
The next thing I knew, I was lying there staring up at her as she continued to reach out toward me before she finally disappeared altogether when the lamp flickered back to life once more after having been turned off by Alex earlier that night for me.
I sat up and looked around the room frantically, trying to figure out where she had gone while also hoping that she wouldn’t come back to take me with her like I thought she had been trying to do earlier when Alex had stopped her from doing so.
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