- Anonymous Hailey stood in the hallway with her one piece of “luggage” and stared at the door to room 333—her room, wondering what kind of monster could scare a ghost. Whatever it was, its name was Giselle; it waited on the other side of this door, and Hailey would have to live with it for the entire year. Unless of course she fell into an in-between, and someone killed her completely . . . As she raised the warped, wrought-iron skeleton key from her welcome kit to the lock, she straightened up and put on her friendly face. The lock clicked, and Hailey pushed open the door. The room was larger than she’d expected, with a built-in desk, stretching almost the whole length of the left wall. Two chairs were pushed against the desk at opposite ends and in the middle, the desk was divided by two sets of drawers. The wall above the desk was mirrored from end to end. On the wall opposite the door was a large window. In the window hung a golden decoration, which resembled a dream-catcher and had a tiny motor, causing the thing to vibrate and twist back and forth.
