by Nigel G. Mitchell
Stephanie and Grator huddled in the darkness of the dead space station, knowing they could not escape when the spirit struck.
"What if it's not ghosts?" Stephanie whispered. "What if these are beings that came through the portal? Beings from the fourth dimension? To them, our three dimensions are as easily manipulated as we would manipulate stick figures on a piece of paper."
Grator shook his head. "Then why are they doing this? What do they want?"
Stephanie took a deep breath before she whispered, "Us."