A scary college week!

Night Three(Part Four)!

We took the taxi to our hostel. I explained all that happened to me during the expedition. Nothing special happened to them, except Lewy knocked the guy on duty unconscious. 

"No big deal." He said "No big deal."

I told them all about the incident, how I foumd the dead dog, how it told it's story to me, how the old man disappeared throigh the window, how Lucy got into her dead body.
"Why didn't you message us with your phone?"Danny asked.
Wait, I had a phone?
"What phone?"
Then it came back to me, the phone I had borrowed from Charlie.  I reched my pockets to check, only to realize that that there was nothing in my pockets!
"Wha...."was all that escaped my throat. Had I dropped it in the madhouse? Had I dropped it in the vault? Had I dropprd it somewhere in the taxi?
Helplessly, I searched on through the taxi. Nope, nothing. Nothing at all.
Oh, crap. Now what will I tell that guy?
I felt a hand touch my back, breakimg me away from my thoughts. Not until then did I realize that Danny was saying something. "Don't worry, we'll find it, and if we don't,  I'll take care of that Charlie Chaplin." Yes that's his nickname.
This reminded me of the day that I came to school. Conor, the barbarian, standing along side Charlie, forcing him to give him his new comic. I got upto him and said in a aggressive voice, hoping it would get that rhino off him and me.
"Hey, it belongs to him. You can't take it if he doesn't want you to."
Instead of backing off, the barbarian picked me up.
"Oh, so that tiny little thing is gonna save Chaplin here from Me?"
"Sure looks like it." Yeah, way to go Wally, you got yourself a bully.
Laughing, he pushed me. I dodged right, clear from the rhinoceros.  He turned around, and started charging at me at full speed. This time I used his own momentum to throw him into the locker. He turned around, spat some rude words at me, at which Danny, who was watching from the side (We didn't know each other yet) instantly retorted:
"Hey, back off, barbarian. You got your face broken by HIM so you'd better get your fat butt outta here."
Still angry, rhino went off in the other direction, trying to hide his bleeding nose and  at the same time, spitting some last words at both of us. Danny came up to me and asked. "You okay man?"
"I'm fine. Ask him." I said pointing to Chaplin.  And maybe that's why Chaplin has been a little more kind to me than his most friends. Though not a friend, he still doesn't create problems for me, and that does help a lot. I realized that Danny had been there for me then, and he is gonna be here for me today,  and tomorrow

The noise of screeching tyres broke me up from my thoughts. Ah, now even Chaplin's gonna hate me.
We got back to our rooms with out a word. We all knew what the other was thinking. All of us were thinking about what will happen next. Darn Chaplin,  I've got better problems to worry about at rhe moment. What thing will happen next, what will attack me and why will he, or as you have seen, she, attack, me?
I don't know. I didn't care, because I had a date on Friday, and I had nothing to wear that was special. Just my original suit, which I normally wear. I searched my bag hopelessly, and to my surprise, there was a blue tuxedo in my bag! I read a card that was attached to the cover of the suit.
I checked, and found this:

                "This, is your reward, as you needed it for Friday
                                                                                                L U C Y"
So she did reward me, that is, if I'm not dreaming.
I looked at the tuxedo, hoping this was my size. I looked at the size of the object. It said: W.W.s
Huh, what did that mean?
I took it on, and viola! It fit perfectly. Well, I'd rather take it off and save it for tomorrow. But what was the affect in my nose? Was it a part of my imagination? Was it really there always, or was it given to me by the ghost? I didn't really care, because the end was getting well, or is it the end? I shivered at the thought.

I took off the tuxedo and got back into my own suit.
"Knock knock" a sweet voice came from the door. I turned around to see Mal standing there.
"Hi" I answered.
"Hi"
"How come?"
"I'll go if you're busy"
"No, no..."then I silently added I like you being here.
"What's new?"
"Just lost a guy's borrowed phone, left it somewhere between the mad house and here, fed an angry soul...."
"So they're still after you?"
"Right, but I found something.." I whispered in her ear "after a few other ghosts or paranormal beings, there is gonna be a vampire or dracula or something."
"How?"
"Believe it or not, a dead dog told me" I said smiling.
Are you mad? Wally, she's still your date, not a friend. I stopped a shiver down my back, looking for some other topic.
"You've got a pet? With you at the moment?"
"How did you know?" Wait, how DID I know?
"Well, something told me."
Suddenly the whole room was filled with scents I could recognise. I turned toward  her and drank in her sweet scent, trying not to let her know.
"Well? What told you?"
"Something.... so what is your pet anyway?"I asked her, changing the subject.
"It's a dog.... I call him Fluffy."
Huh, Fluffy?
"Nice for a gray dog."
"How did you know it was gray? No, I know, you have been spying on me!"
"No.... no, I couldn't think about doing that!"
"No, I saw that you were there, I was just denying the truth till now, and now it's proven..." with that, she got up.
"No, no Mal.... I didn't....."
I tried to stop her, but I couldn't. She left the room, but before leaving, she said without facing me "I didn't expect that from you..."
With that, I broke. Into a thousand peices. I stared at Mid air. I felt like I was falling. I did fall, but it ended when I fell on my bed. But the falling feeling was never going away. I fell onto my bed, and cried the rest of the night.