The Mandela Effect. That phrase never meant anything to me. Spooky, I guess, but it wasn’t something I thought about for more than five minutes. I mean, honestly, until college, I didn’t even know what it was. I’m not one for conspiracy theories or ghost...

β€œGod have mercy on me…” he whispered, stepping through the hallway lined with loud gossip. β€œIt’s been too long. Almost a week. I know I’m-” β€œSurprise!” the gargantuan hands grabbed him from behind, slamming him against the locker. His books crashed to the ground with a...