Your small town of Kingsport, Massachusetts, on the northern coast of Cape Cod, has always had a reputation for being a little spooky. Summer tourists like to take the Haunted Walk through the old colonial graveyard and look for ghost lights in the harbor, and year-rounders say some witches from the Salem trials hid out in Kingsport. You used to laugh at them, until a couple years ago.
The summer before your junior year, a few of your friends came back from the beach talking about weird things. Caitlin was about to get swamped by a wave when she actually pushed the water away with her hand. Mike was reaching for his suntan lotion, and the bottle flew into his hand. Everyone else thought they must have just gotten too much sun, and laughed it off.
But when more and more people started telling similar stories, everyone stopped laughing.
You realized something was going on with you when you were in driver's ed. You were going toward an intersection and wondered whether there were any cars coming from the side street. And just as you had the thought, you could see it: another car speeding toward the intersection, too fast to stop, clearly about to run the stop sign.
What did you do?