Amelia smiles. “I think it’s pretty likely.”
The air in the room changes and moves in an unnatural way. It seems to shimmer and swirl.
“Ghosts!” I cry, hopping to my feet. “Mia, your house is haunted!”
“No, those are just my sisters.”
“We’ve decided your energy is delicious.” Amelia changes, too, shimmering and warping into something unnatural. Electricity simmers in the air. “You really are the perfect boyfriend,” says Amelia’s voice. The last sound I hear is a chorus of crackling laughs.
Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "The air in the rom changed and moved in an unnatural way."