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