'All the talking turned to screaming
that I couldn't help.'
In which Grace Corbyn joins Lockwood and Co
after a mishap at her old agency, completely oblivious
to the lurking dangers that await in her near future.
Or
In which two damaged souls reali...
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CHAPTER FIVE; next time you bring someone home, can they be living please?
Lucy hadn't meant to fall asleep, but after the last few days it was anything but surprising. Above the covers, she lay on her back, body facing the ceiling. It was a comfortable rest, at least it had been until the room temperature dropped. A chill ran across her body, a strange light is shining through her eyelids that causes her to stir.
The ghost of Annabel Ward floated above her, parallel to her own body. Lucy had to do a double take, but she knew it was real. She could hear the whispers, feel that connection. It was also in the way that her muscles began to lock up, she could no longer move, nor blink.
'If you hurt me, I can't help you,' Lucy whispered in fear. 'Let me go.'
The hold on her body faded just enough for her to jump off the bed and make a run for the door, all while the ghost had begun to scream and lunge towards her. Slamming the door to the attic, Lucy rushes down the stairs with quick feet. Her breathing was frantic as she pulled open the door to Lockwood's bedroom.
Her eyes brushed over the scene speedily, she had no time to question the brunette cuddled into Anthony's side. In this moment it was live or die, as was a regular thing in their generation.
'Lockwood, wake up!' Lucy shouted. 'Grace! Come on please, she's here!'
'Who?' Lockwood's raspy voice was a heaven Grace would love to wake up to every morning. However, maybe without the franticness of this moment.
'What's wrong, Luce?' Grace muttered as she sat up beside Anthony, his arm around her, hand on her waist.
'Annabel is here, Annabel Ward. The ghost from Sheen Road,' Lucy explains. 'Come on, where's your kit bag?'
It took a second to register before the two were jumping out of bed.
'Downstairs,' Lockwood answers. 'Grab those boots.'
'Mine is up in the attic,' Grace winces.
'Okay, why the boots?'
'To throw at George's door.' Grace grabs Anthony's boots, handing them over to him.
The three move quickly to the entrance of his room. Lockwood leans against the doorframe, throwing his boots to bang against George's door. It takes only moments for said young man to open the door, trouser-less and annoyed as he looks across the hallway at the culprits.
'Can't you even be bothered to cross the landing to wind me up?'
