Here's a preview from the second book! ^^

His hand smoothed over the thin vanilla cream colored paper, sighing to himself.

(...wow, one sentence in and, 'cream,' corrected itself to cereal...which I mean, its close enough...yep ^^)

The husky by his side gave a low bark, its tail wagging back and above sleepily.

"I know Wolf...but I have to invite them over, okay?"

He smoothed the paper again; many crumbled ones already lay by his feet and on the birch table.

Hello! One said simply.

Friends, hello friends.

You are coordinately invited to (this one had been crumbled up into a bigger ball instantly)

He finally settled on one, moving his and across the paper, the blue ink creating a thin stream of words.

* ~ *

Dear friends and fellow youtubers,

I've acquired a house on a hill, brought to me by a distant cousin. I thought it only fair to invite you all to its grounds.

It will most likely be a night to remember. There will be snacks, old movies, singers, and anything else you could think of.

However, this estate is very interesting, and only exists in the year 1920. To enter it, you must be entirely dressed in exact period clothing.

Only clothing of this era will allow you to see the house, much less go into its insides.

If you acquire anything from this year, the house will simply not appear for you.

And not only that, but your attitude must reflect the time as well. I have included unique characteristics, different and diverse for each of you, on the back of this invitation.

My driver (yes, I have a driver,) will pick you up and take you on a road that can only be driven in his time-traveling car.

Then, almost like magic, the house will appear.

I hope to see you there and have an extravagant night of festivities.

Your friend,

Joey Graceffa.

*~*

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Something was chasing her.

Autumn leaves filled with splashes of marigold, yellow-orange, and copper swished past her view.

The air was sharp and icy cold, each intake of breath making her cough. Frost flew into her flash, a flash of cold.

The autumn forest of pale yellows in the dark navy blue sky skimmed inside of her mind like a blanket.

She heard ever so slightly crunches behind her, stepping on twigs, stepping on leaves, stepping towards her.

She barely had time to see the log.

The bark scratched her bare foot, although she could've sworn she was wearing some sort of rainboots.

She hit her head on something, soft but silent and scary, and her mind began to feel lighter.

Darkness consumed her vision...the figure in front of her, draped up in a dark navy blue cape melting into the sky, coming towards her.

She sighed and let her head fall, but another part of her screamed so loudly it became a small whistle.

A whistle?

"LIZZIE!"

Lizzie shot up, gasping for air that was now warm and scented with something else; cocoa...maybe pancakes?

Whatever it was, the ice cold of her dream now stung like small icicles in the bottom of her mouth.

Sweat pooled at her forehead, and clear tears streamed down from her eyes, and she felt a cold sweat.

"Lizzie?" Said a softer voice.

Her skin prickled with an absence of ease, and her face became warm and splashed with coral.

Lizzie felt something warm pressed to her back, and a cold cloth being pressed across her forehead.

"Hi Stacy," Lizzie said softly, her eyes still fluttering with need of sleep.

The rest of the room came into view; the light birch wood surrounding her, the glass window, still covered by a navy blue curtain, the dark blue and white speckled bedsheets beneath her, and Stacy.

Not in her usual outfit, Stacy wore a sleepy expression and simple white pjs, small tan cocoa dogs littered across the bottoms.

Lizzie suddenly felt, with embarrassment, of course.

They, meaning her and Stampy, were invited to Stacy's for a couple of weeks.

Especially when they had been in two murder mysteries. Two.

"You okay? You were sweating and crying in your sleep. We got some water for you," Stacy said, smiling sleepily.

Lizzie looked over to a small wooden night table, where a few glasses of cold water sat.

Lizzie sat up against the soft squishier pillows against her back, sweat still around her hands and forehead.

Drinking the two or three glasses of water, Stacy sat by the edge of the smooth soft navy blue blanket bedspread.

"So, Stampy's making breakfast right now..."

"IM BURNING THE KITCHEN, I SWEAR!" Stampy's cowardly but friendly exclamation came from the kitchen.

Stacy snickered.

"Yeah, basically..."

Lizzie still felt herself being sweaty, her hands shaking. It had seemed so vivid.

"You okay? You're going foggy again."

Lizzie coughed and laughed it off.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Let's have some breakfast."

Stacysmiled.

and there you go! ^_^

See you this summer! I love you all, go have an adventure, or just go and sleep with a comfy blanket and some hot cocoa.

Oh! And the title of the sequel is- *cuts out*

...No, I'm just kidding.

It'll be called, 'These Games we Play.'

You'll see...

Bye (◠‿◠) ❤