“They are other worlds,” replied her grandpa.
“How can that be? There is only one world. That’s the one we live in.” Then she recalled the moving eyes in the pool that afternoon. She took a deep breath and let it out. This whole thing was too much. “Grandpa, you’re being silly.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.” With her eyes still on the twinkling lights, she felt her grandpa’s pointed stare. His sinister voice took on a whole other level of sinister. There was a heaviness to it. She glanced at him and did a double take. His nostrils flared, and his skin reddened. “Grandpa? I didn’t mean to make you angry.”
“You don’t believe in the lights. Do you?” her grandpa asked.
“I think you’re putting me on. You know. Like grandparents are supposed to do. Tell their grandkids stories.”
“Tell me, did you eyes in the pool today?”
Lily blinked several times. How would he know to ask that? “Y-yes. Why?”
“They were your eyes.”
“My eyes. That’s impossible. My eyes are right here,” said Lily pointing to her eyes.
Her grandpa took a step toward her and continued to stare at her.
“Grandpa, you’re scaring me.”
“No need to be scared. You see. You are going to one of those worlds, just like you did the past three times. Then you will come back, or your eyes will, and look up at you from the pool. This process will continue until you finally believe me about the lights in the pool.”
“I-I-I believe you. I believe you. Please, don’t make me go away,” replied Lily backing away from him.”
“It’s too late, bug.”
Her grandpa took both sides of her neck in his hands. He squeezed until she blacked out. When she came too the next day, her eyes stared up from the pool’s water at herself who was standing on the side of the pool. Her eyes glided with grace as they moved back and forth.
(The End)
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