11. The Ghost of Summers Yet to Come

11 The Ghost of Summers Yet to Come

11即将到来的夏日之魂

The clock struck four. It was useless to try and go back to sleep. Soon it would be morning. Somehow, I'd survived. It was almost time to get up and go to school. And then.... "A.J.... A.J.... A.J...." Oh no. Not another one. I heard a faraway rumbling sound. Scary music started to play. I didn't want to open my eyes to find out who or what I was going to encounter next. But I did anyway. I looked down and noticed that the floor of my room was covered in smoke. And then... "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" It was a dark, hooded figure floating over my bed. I couldn't see its face. I didn't want to see its face. It was sure to be terrifying. And then the scary figure spoke. "Come... with... me... Arlo."

钟敲了四点。想再睡下去是没有用的。 很快就要天亮了。不管怎样，我活了下来。 快到起床上学的时间了。 然后……“A.J…A.J…… A.J……”哦,不。不是另一个。 我听到远处的隆隆声。 可怕的音乐开始响起。 我不想睁开眼睛去看下一个会遇到谁或什么。 但我还是做了。我低头一看，发现房间的地板上全是烟。 然后……“Ahhhhhhhhhhh !”那是一个黑色的、戴着兜帽的身影在我的床上漂浮。 我看不见它的脸。我不想看到它的脸。 那肯定很恐怖。 然后那个可怕的身影说话了。 “来……与…我……奥尔罗。”

Wait. Arlo? There's only one person in the world that calls me by my real name. Even my parents don't call me Arlo. It had to be... Andrea Young! It couldn't be true! Not Andrea! Not after everything I had already been through! "You sound like Andrea," I whispered, shrinking back in terror. "That's because I am Andrea!" she shouted, pulling the hood away from her face. She let out an eerie cackling laugh. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed. "Mom! Dad! Help!" "Your parents can't hear you, Arlo," the ghost of Andrea told me. "It's just you and me now."

等待。奥尔罗?这世界上只有一个人叫我的真名。 连我父母都不叫我阿乐。 一定是……安德里亚年轻!这不可能是真的！不是安德里亚!我已经经历了那么多！“你说话的口气像安德里亚。”我低声说，害怕地往后退。 “那是因为我是安德烈！”她嚷道，把兜帽从脸上拉开。 她发出一声奇怪的咯咯笑。 “Ahhhhhhhhhhh !”我尖叫起来。 “妈妈!爸爸!救命!”“你父母听不见你说话，阿乐，”安德里亚的鬼魂告诉我。 “现在只有你和我了。”

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice quivering. "Leave me alone." "I'm the ghost of summers yet to come, Arlo," the ghost of Andrea said in a spooky voice. "I'm here to show you your future." "I don't want to see my future!" I screamed, gathering the covers around me. "Seeing the past was horrible. Seeing right now was horrible. I can't imagine how bad the future is going to be." "Oh, the future is going to be wonderful, Arlo," the ghost of Andrea assured me. "No, it won't," I said. "You're trying to trick me. And stop calling me Arlo." "But that's your name," the ghost of Andrea said. "Come with me, Arlo." "No." I folded my hands across my chest, because that's what you do when you don't want to go anywhere. Nobody knows why.

“你想要什么？”我问，声音颤抖着。 “别烦我。”“我是即将到来的夏天的鬼魂，阿乐。”安德里亚的鬼魂用一种可怕的声音说。 “我是来告诉你你的未来的。” “我不想看到我的未来！”我尖叫着，把被子盖在身上。 “回顾过去太可怕了。 眼前的一切太可怕了。 我无法想象未来会有多糟糕。” “哦，未来会很美好的，阿乐，”安德里亚的鬼魂向我保证。 “不，不会的，”我说。“你想骗我。 别再叫我阿乐了。” “但那是你的名字，”安德烈的鬼魂说。 “跟我来，阿乐。”“没有。” 我双手交叉在胸前，因为当你不想去任何地方的时候，你就会这样做。 没人知道为什么。

"Arlo," the ghost of Andrea repeated, "come with me." "No! No way!" "I... said, ...come... with... ME!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" The next thing I knew, the ghost of Andrea had grabbed my hand, yanked me out of bed, and shoved me out the window. We were flying. But I didn't want to fly anymore. Not with Andrea. "Where are you taking me?" I asked as we floated over my house. "Oh, you'll find out. Come on. We don't want to be late." Late? Late for what? We flew past some rooftops, and then Andrea made a right turn at the corner and swooped down toward the steeple of a church. "Why are we going to church?" I asked.

“阿乐，”安德烈的鬼魂重复道，“跟我来。” “不!没门!”“我……说,…… 与…我!”“Ahhhhhhhhhhh !”接下来我所知道的是，安德里亚的鬼魂抓住了我的手，把我从床上拽了起来，然后把我推出了窗外。 我们在飞。但我不想再坐飞机了。 不是和安德里亚。“你要带我去哪儿？”我们漂过我的房子时，我问道。 “哦，你会知道的。来吧。 我们可不想迟到。” 晚吗?迟到什么？我们飞过一些屋顶，然后安德里亚在拐角处右转，向一座教堂的尖塔俯冲而下。 “我们为什么要去教堂？”我问。