Gravewood high : don’t go in the attic

The clone took a step forward, then another, moving too fast, the shadows stretching with him. His jaw twitched, teeth gritting. “You don’t understand,” he hissed. “You shouldn’t even be here!”

Kristen’s mind raced. The real Kashmir groaned again from the corner. “Kristen…” His voice was weak, strained, pleading. “It’s not me… he… he’s not me…”