My eyes widen in terror. Target found? The bleak text mocked me.

"See, It's dangerous. They know. They know you're the one they're looking for." Lesley addressed, still, sitting in front of the door. Blocking my exit.

"Wh-what do y-you mean?" I mutter, horrified.

"K.E.P." He paused and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Killing evil poltergeists. That's what it means."

"N-no, that can't be... Why, why would they want me then?!" My muscles flinch at the thought, am I a poltergeist?

"You aren't real." Lesley harshly accused. His eyes opened, and he glared, it's like he was trying to see through me.

"Then how am I here?" I shot back. This information was too much. Trying to act natural, I shifted my body to the left.

"Because you want to be found." That last word, found, it hung in the open air, making the moment more surreal. The room became silent. I noticed the the bright whites made it a little eerie. A breeze came through an open window, and the blinds blew and flapped. I didn't respond, mostly because I was scared, and I had nothing to say. Found.

"So, I'm not real?! I want to be found?! Does that mean..." My body scooted away from Lesley. "I'm dead, aren't I?" At that second, my hair began to lighten. Strands shortened, and changed into a bob. My legs grew longer, and I noticed things starting to get blurry.

"L-Lesley?" I stammered in confusion.

"It's okay, this is normal." He got up, and went over to a dresser that was right next to me. My eyesight continued to deteriorate. I could makeout his hands reaching in a drawer, and pulling out something that was dark blue.

"There." Lesley said. He gingerly put on the glasses. Instantly, I could see again.