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Chapter 1, I've Just Seen a Face

It happened on the day when I got my first D in school. My friends told me that it wasn't so bad and that I shouldn't worry. But I did. My mum got angry every time my little brother or I brought home something worse than grade A. If you ask me, it's pure overreaction. But this time was different; she didn't treat me as bad as I thought she would. The worst thing was that I didn't get anything to eat for dinner except my muesli I left from breakfast.

After I had eaten, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I switched the light on, I noticed some of the LEDs of the bathroom light weren't working. I sat down on the floor and looked up to the lamp while fiddling with my toothbrush. Usually LEDs don't stop working. This lamp especially shouldn't be having issues; it was new. When I looked at the shadow it cast through my eyelashes, it seemed a bit like a face. I was chiding myself for being silly and paranoid when I heard a voice.

"Hi"

I looked around, shocked. Besides me, there was nobody in the bathroom. Cautiously I asked, "Anybody there?"

The voice answered immediately. "Sure. Hello again."

Now I was frightened. I was quite sure I was having hallucinations. This couldn't be true. Was I dreaming? If so, I told myself, it wouldn't harm to play this game. So I asked "Where are you hidden?"

"You were looking at me just before I said hi," the voice answered.

'Oh my God, that can't be fucking true,' I thought, growing more nervous by the second.

"The lamp", I whispered.

"Well, it took you long enough to catch on." The face in the lamp revealed itself to me, his expression pleased.

"Bloody hell, I know I'm dreaming now!" I almost screamed, jumping back in shock. I hit the wall, quite hard, and rubbed my now aching head. Since it hurt quite a lot, I thought that this had to be reality.

"Well," I warily said. "Now that I know where you are, who are you?" The face smiled at me sneakily. I could almost determine his features, but not quite.

"You won't believe me if I told you," he said.

"I won't believe you in any case," I retorted, my confidence growing now. What was I thinking? This must be a dream. I had heard of those in stressful situations hallucinating before; that must be it! "I still think you are only a hallucination. You could tell me you're the Queen of Sheba or John Lennon or anybody else, and I'll believe you."

"But I am," the face told me. "I AM JOHN LENNON."

At first I started laughing. My mind was playing outrageous tricks on me! "I'm going mad!" I said, partially to myself. The voice didn't say anything, which I took to be a rather good sign. Maybe my hallucination was ending!

I was about to finally brush my teeth when the air behind my lamp began almost rippling, like water that someone had thrown a stone into. The shadowy face was growing larger, turning into a shadowy body that was turning solid.

Before I knew it, I was on the ground, a tall figure leaning down to peer into my face. Oh my gosh. He looked just like John Lennon, whoever he was. Was this a joke? John Lennon died a long time ago, when my parents were young.

"You alright?" the figure inquired, with a spot on Liverpool accent. Nodding mutely, my eyes wide, I slowly sat up.

I heard steps on the stairs. My brother! "I'll lock the door," I told the figure. I tried to stand up, but everything was dancing in front of my eyes, and I sank to my knees. The man stood up and locked the door for me.

"Here you are, luv," he said. "Stay where you are. You fainted." Did I? I merely thought I fell out of shock.

Outside my brother shouted angrily, "Katharina, unlock the door!"

"We have to disappear from here immediately," the John Lennon look-a-like whispered.

"We?" I asked, confused. I had no idea what he could mean with that. 'Come on, Katharina, wake up! Get out of this hallucination already!' I thought fiercely to myself. "And where would 'we' go to? Is this some kind of joke that my brother pulled on me?"

"No, of course not. Listen, you really have to come with me. Now."

I remained silent. He grabbed my hand, feeling solid and, well, real.

"Will you come with me?" he asked.

I cautiously nodded. Whatever possessed me to do that, I will never know. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach about this.

"Yeah," I said. "Hallucinations can't hurt me." I figured if we were going to "go" somewhere, the only place we would go is out the window, which would just lead to my street in my quiet neighborhood. No harm in that, I can always get back if I need to.

He unlocked the door quickly, took my hand (I felt like a giddy Beatles fangirl), touched the lamp and whoosh.I heard my brother open the bathroom door, and then the world became a blur.