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└➤the screaming staircase。✑ ───┐
"GEORGE, ZIGGY, FIND THE SOURCE," LOCKWOOD ORDERED AS HE PULLED OUT HIS RAPIER, FACING THE GHOSTS. "Luce, help me ward them off. We need to buy some time."
George gave Lockwood a confused glance as he gestured to the opened room with little to nothing in it. "What do you mean, find the source? There's literally nothing in here!"
Whatever Lockwood had to say fell on deaf ears or just not Ziggy's.
Her eyes were locked on the well, unable to pull away while she walked over to it. She didn't have to even touch the well to feel anything, the deaths of the monks were powerful which made sense as to why their ghosts were powerful.
The world faded away as she watched the monks climb up onto the edge of the well, one by one, saying a phrase,"Mors gloria salvete satanas," before they stepped off of the well, falling down.
Arms around her waist made her yelp as she was pulled down from the edge of the well, stumbling into a warm and sturdy chest.
Ziggy blinked, turning around to look up at Lockwood who was staring down at her with concern. "Are you alright?" He asked, one of his hands moving to push some of her hair out of her face. "You were ghost locked, you almost fell down the well."
Ziggy's eyes widened, she didn't know even realize. "Yeah, I'm okay," she reassured him. "But I think I found the source, it's in the well."
"Their bodies," Lockwood realized, tearing his eyes away from hers to glance at the well.
"It's too late," George cried from beside her.
Ziggy blinked, she didn't even realize that George and Lucy had made their way over to Lockwood and her.
Lockwood let go of Ziggy, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a flare. "Lucky I broke the deal," he said, moving to sit down in front of the well.
Ziggy was quick to follow, as was Lucy and George. The chanting from the monks were growing louder, almost deafening.
"Make a wish," Lockwood said as he light the flare and threw it into the well.
The flare fell down the well before it exploded and the world collapsed into darkness.
Her chest burned as she woke up coughing, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She slowly sat up, taking a deep breath in once her coughing subsided, looking around. Only a few feet away, Lucy was at George's side, trying to wake him.
