Possession

Chapter 7:

The Temple of Sensei Yang: 

Towards the back of the room was what looked to be a shrine dedicated to Yang. 

"Sensei Yang's dojo," Kai realized aloud, the first to approach the eerily-glowing photo of the sensei. Incense burned beneath both sides of the picture hung on the wall. Weapons were stationed on racks to either side of the shrine. "This is where he must've trained his pupils." 

"Or...got rid of them!" Jay nervously added. 

"Knock it off, guys," Cole scolded. "If that wasn't you behind the rattling door, who was it?" 

"The ghost of Sensei Yang!" 
They answered in unison.

The conversation was interrupted by an echoing voice among the walls above us. 

"As iron sharpens iron, sensei sharpens student." 

I plugged my ears at the boys' shrieking. 

"IT'S THE GHOST OF SENSEI YANG!" 

"Uh, guys!" Jay continued frantically. "What does he mean by 'sharpen'?!" 

The swords on the wall began to rattle in their places. Kai and I shared a fearful glance. 

"Let's not hang around to find out!" Cole suggested (and rightfully so, to be honest). 

The swords flew from their places on the racks, pointed towards us. 

"Let's get out of here!" 

We screamed as we made a beeline for the hallway, the blades just barely missing us and hitting the door, which shut itself on the way out. Bats squeaked as they escaped above us from between the walls, and pictures in the corridor rocked back and forth. 

The team ginger whimpered. 

"Does this mean he doesn't wanna teach us Airjitzu?!" 

"Forget Airjitzu! Where's the window?!" 

"This way!" 

Cole led us to a window at the end of the hall, and we pried panickedly at the sill locking it down. Jay shrieked.

"We're caged in like animals!" 

An echo of Yang laughing filled the dark corridors of the temple. Cole yelped.

"Let's try the front door!" 

"But that's downstairs!" Kai pointed out. "And in case you haven't paid any attention, there's flying weapons trying to slice and dice us!" 

"THERE'S A DUMBWAITER!" 

"Hey! Watch who you're calling--" 

"Not you, dumbwaiter! Look!" I scolded, forcing my brother's head around to see the mentioned device just ahead of us. 

"Oh! A dumbwaiter!" he realized with a grin. "That can take us down!" 

*Cue a bunch of kids trying to heave a dumbwaiter rope.* 

It wasn't working out too well. 

"You said there'd be enough room for all five of us in here!" the ginger grunted. 

"MY CALCULATIONS ARE ALWAYS CORRECT!" 

"Ow, my ear!" Cole complained, as I dug a finger into my own with some scrutiny. 

"Wow, I did not miss that." I remarked. 

"Turn on a light or something 'cause I can't see a thing!" the noiret continued. Zane flicked the light in his eyes to be max, creating a flashlight for us.