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7<br />
The light on top of the mirror flashed.<br />
“Ow!” I cried out. The light was so bright, it hurt my eyes.<br />
Then it quickly dimmed, and my eyes started to adjust.<br />
I turned to Lefty and started to say something. I don’t remember what it was. It completely flew<br />
out of my mind when I realized that Lefty was gone.<br />
“L-Lefty?” I stammered.<br />
“I’m right here,” he replied. His voice sounded nearby, but I couldn’t see him. “Max—where are<br />
you?”<br />
“You can’t see me?” I cried.<br />
“No,” Lefty said. “No, I can’t.”<br />
I could smell his sour breath, so I knew he was there. But he was invisible. Gone. Out of sight.<br />
So they weren’t putting me on! Erin, April, and Lefty had been telling the truth on Saturday after<br />
my birthday party. I really had gone invisible.<br />
And now I was invisible again, along with my brother.<br />
“Hey, Max,” his voice sounded tiny, shaky. “This is weird.”<br />
“Yeah. It’s weird, okay,” I agreed. “You really can’t see me, Lefty?”<br />
“No. And I can’t see myself,” he said.<br />
The mirror. I had forgotten to check out the mirror.<br />
Did I have a reflection?<br />
I turned and stared into the mirror. The light was pouring down from the top of the frame, casting<br />
a bright glare over the glass.<br />
Squinting into the glare, I saw… nothing.<br />
No me.<br />
No Lefty.<br />
Just the reflection of the wall behind us and the open doorway leading to the rest of the attic.<br />
“We—we don’t have reflections,” I said.<br />
“It’s kinda cool,” Lefty remarked. He grabbed my arm. I jumped in surprise.<br />
“Hey!” I cried.<br />
It felt creepy to be grabbed by an invisible person.<br />
I grabbed him back. I tickled his ribs. He started to laugh.<br />
“We still have our bodies,” I said. “We just can’t see them.”<br />
He tried to tickle me, but I danced away from him.<br />
“Hey, Max, where’d you go?” he called, sounding frightened again.<br />
“Try and find me,” I teased, backing toward the wall.<br />
“I—I can’t,” he said shakily. “Come back over here, okay?”<br />
“No way,” I said. “I don’t want to be tickled.”<br />
“I won’t,” Lefty swore. “I promise.”