Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 138

on stands and tables, a gigantic crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. The gangsters of 1912 would like this
house.
“Please don’t go, daddy.” Pleads the girl. She looked frightened. Her body was quivering with fear.
“You”ll die! The ship will vanish!”
“There there.” Her dad pats her on the head.
“It’s just a dream.”
“But—“ complains the girl but her father is already on his way to the door.
“Bye! See you in one week!”
But he won’t. I know that because the screen now shows the front page of a newspaper, with the title being SHIP
MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHES WITHOUT A TRACE.
The list of people who went on the ship is shown below, and it also includes the dad.
You see, there are some people who can see through me and even manipulate me. And those people are my
greatest fears.