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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕏𝕀𝕏

TIMOTHÉE HIT THE WALL with a loud thud. He let out a groan as pain seared through his back. Finn's eyes widened as he saw Elvira use telepathy to grab the biggest knife in the kitchen.

"No. Stop.." Timothée whispered.

Elvira gave him a blood curdling smile, then stabbed the cold knife into his neck, making blood ooze out.

Tears streamed down Finn's handsome face as he saw his friend being murdered, letting out a soft gasp.

Then he ran as fast as he could towards the attic, trying to get to his friend. The one that he thought was left alive.

As soon as he reached the door, he opened it as fast as he could, only to meet the unconscious, and probably dead, body of Mal.

"Mal! Mal, come on, wake up! We have to get out of here.."

He ran towards her, and kneeled to her level, slapping her cheek lightly.
"Come on. Mal, please.."

He planted a quick, spontaneous kiss on her lips, then began to do CPR.

"Come on, come on, come on.."

However, he heard someone walk into the room. He turned around frantically, meeting Elvira's pitch black eyes.

She had an unreadable expression on her face. He gulped and shook his head, as to tell her not to kill him.

Before he could react any further, Elvira moved her hand, and he felt himself hit the the wall with a loud thud. He groaned as he tried to free himself.

But she appeared to be too strong.

He felt himself rapidly flying to the other side of the room, and hitting his head on the other wooden wall.

He felt his vision go blurry.

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Mal's eyes fluttered open to the scene of her best friend being hit against the wall.

Despite her head aching, she could see how helpless he was. She took a deep breath, then started to read something loudly, in a foreign language.

She hoped that it would work.

Suddenly, the ghost screamed.

The most horrifying, blood curdling scream she ever heard.

She almost jumped at the noise.

Elvira hit the curly-headed boy one more time against the wall, making pain sear through his head and back. He couldn't react, however, because he was completely pinned to the wall.

The ghost glanced at Mal, hatred and anger filling her eyes, making them go even darker in color. She tried to move her hand one last time to defend herself.

But nothing happened.

She felt completely frozen.

"Not so terrific now, are you ?" Mal questioned smugly, running towards Finn, who fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Elvira screamed again, this time because she knew that was her ending. She was meant to disappear.

Her time was up.

Mal ran towards Finn, and helped him up, wrapping his arm around her torso so she could help him downstairs.

"My head.. Hurts." He whispered.

She shook her head in reassurance.

"It's going to be okay, Finn. It's going to be okay." She muttered back, hugging his waist tighter.

And stood there frozen in shock as they heard the police sirens.

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The next chapter will definitely be the last.