𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮
In a world overrun by souls coming back to haunt the living, where young girls and boys are the only ones who have the talent to fight this rising problem. A world in which being touched by a ghost is a death sentence.
Sophie...
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chapter ten, satanic monks and sweet revenge.
"THAT COULD'VE WENT BETTER," Lockwood laughed breathlessly, leaning his head back on the door.
Sophie gave him a gentle smile. "It also could've gone a lot worse."
"Why is no one freaking out?" George exclaimed, flailing his arms about. The pair turned their attention to the distressed boy who was pacing back and forth in the narrow hallway. "A Poltergeist could shut the door, but only Changers can manifest something as weird as blood but never on that scale," he paused, looking between the teens with wild eyes. "Are we talking a new type two?"
"That was just a regular Changer, " Lockwood announced with a shake of his head. "No ghost can move that much heavy iron. Someone living did that," as bold of an accusation that was, it was completely true. The salt barrier and steel door stopper should've been enough to stop any activity from happening, never mind the actual door being fully made of iron.
Lucy sheathed her weapon, lifting herself from the wall. "Who? Fairfax?" She scoffed, moving from the corner she was huddled in to join George in the middle of the hallway. "He wouldn't dare be back there to do that."
It was as if something switched in Sophie's brain, her eyes tore away from Lucy, focusing on a rather uninteresting spot on the bland wall. The sense of familiarity had been bothering her ever since the journey to the haunted estate. Feeling the grip loosen on his hand, Lockwood turned his attention to the distracted girl, her mind clearly wandering somewhere far off. "What is it?"
"I don't know. It could just be a coincidence," she spoke, lifting her gaze.
"But what?" George urged, impatiently.
"Did Ellie seem familiar to anyone else?" No one answered. "Her 'war wound' was in the exact same place I stabbed the intruder the other night," Sophie paused, suddenly feeling very judged by the eyes locked on her. "Like I said probably a coincidence. Just forget-"
"No, no," Lockwood cut her off, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. "That's definitely something."
"But why?" Lucy spoke, her voice strained. "Why would they want the ring so badly? Fairfax didn't know Annabel."
Nobody replied, the situation wasn't making any sense. Sophie observed the boy standing beside her, his eyes nearly black in the dim light. He was staring down the hall and Sophie could see the jumbled thoughts behind his stare. She could tell he was wracking his brain for some answer to all of this, but George spoke up before he could conclude one.
"We have a bigger problem right now," the younger boy fret, his eyes rapidly flickering between the three agents and the annoyingly loud thermometer in his hand. It was getting colder and it was happening quickly. "We need to get out of here."
A thumping noise caught the group's attention. It came from the end of the hallway. Four heads shot towards the long corridor, nothing could be seen in the darkness. Sophie took her hand out of Lockwood's, reaching it out to the stone wall beside her. There was an instant tingling sensation in her fingertips. Her eyes shut instinctively, images flashing through her mind of a small bricked well but the area was too dark to truly make out the fragmented pictures.
