The stone staircase spiraled endlessly downward into the cool, silent depths of the earth. As my foot pressed against the ancient threshold of the Vault of Memories, the world violently tilted.
The cold stone beneath me evaporated into a blinding vortex of pale white light.
FLIP! FLIP! FLIP! FLIP!
The sharp, deafening sound of rustling paper echoed inside my skull. In a sickening flash of vision, I was no longer standing in the subterranean cavern of the Raven Kingdom. I was sitting at my messy wooden desk in my old, real-world bedroom as Melanie, staring at my bed while the pages of my dark fantasy novel flipped frantically forward and backward before my eyes.
Then, the true horror unfolded.
