The 34th Floor

The 34th Floor - Chapter 6 - Grace

Author's Note:

If you guess that they would all meet at this point, then maybe this chapter will confirm your guess. The point of view has now been shifted to Grace again and she'll be telling the story. Another cliff-hanger at the end of this chapter so be on the look out. I actually really like this chapter. Forgive me if there are any grammar mistake. I found a couple and this really big chunk of it which wasn't correct facts, but I did go back and fix it. There is a bit of flirting in here for those of you who like romance. Sorry for making you wait so long to post this chapter.

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The 34th Floor:

Chapter 6:

Grace

The two dark shadows had stopped right by the entrance where I had come through from. They shadows were perfectly still and silent besides the fidgeting that happened every other minute or so.

“Who…who is th-there,” I stuttered, my arms shaking with fear.

“Yeah, show yourself!” Noah encouraged, but even his voice was laced with fear.

He grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me closer when there was no response. He pressed me to his chest as if to protect me. I didn’t object for I like how the gesture was making me feel secure.

“I said, show yourself!” Noah shouted with more power in his voice then the first time.

The two shadows seemed to scramble a little as if they were fidgeting and debating on whether or not to show themselves.

Close to my ear, Noah whispered, “Who do you think it is?”

Getting on the tip of my toes, I tried to reach as close as I could to his ear and whispered back, “I think you mean, who do you think they are?”

Noah’s body started to shake as he started to chuckle. I gave him a puzzled look while cocking my head to the right and looking at him weirdly.

“Your breath tickled my neck.” He continued to laugh a silent laugh while I playfully slapped him on the shoulder.

 “Remember when you were checking off how this place was haunted and the dangerous weapons before,” Noah said.

I nodded my head up and down.

“Well, you asked ‘now where are the ghosts,’ and I think the scary spirits have fulfilled your wish,” he finished as I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head at his immaturity.

“You’re unbelievable, Noah,” I murmured under my breath.

My attention was drawn back to the shadows which were creeping towards us, closer and closer by the second. They seemed to float close together, bouncing off of each other. My eyes followed upwards a little, noticing a pair of worn out shoes.

“Are ghosts supposed to be barefoot?” Noah bent over and whispered to me.

“Barefoot? That one has shoes!” I pointed at the figure I had just laid my eyes on and sure enough it had a pair of old Nike shoes on.

“Look at the one to the right, though.” Noah motioned towards the wrath-like figure that was trailing a few inches behind the first one.

I cocked my head to the right, trying to get a peek at what Noah was talking about. I noticed what Noah was going at when he said that the figure on the right was barefooted. They kind of resembled a girl’s feet with lavender nail polish painted on the toes.