Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader | Grade 7

The whispering stopped. Then, three slow knocks. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“The rift is closing,” she said quickly. “But now that you know the trick—chalk, old photographs, and a question asked at 2:17 a.m.—you can pull me back. Don’t forget me.” Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7

It wasn’t words, exactly. It was more like the memory of a voice. A soft, hurried hush, like someone on the other side was trying to tell me a secret but couldn’t find the right letters. The whispering stopped

“Hello?” I whispered back.