Spirits | L.h

C h a p t e r 4

As I walked in to the darkened room as I heard the slight whispers of the wind,
Quickly making its way in and out of the cold room.

There was nothing to look at, except from an old dusty box.
Sealed up with brown letters printed on each side.

"Help you have to help me Luke."
I turned around as I heard the familiar voice of jasmines.

"Jasmine? Is that you?"
I shouted as I turned nervously looking at each corner of the old room.
"You have to help us Luke. There coming. They are following us everywhere, there's no escape, help us please."
I jolted my head back to the box as I saw Michael sitting hugging his knees to his chest.
Crying out as almost in pain.

I ran over to Michael and kneeled down next to him watching his glassy eyes.
"Mich-"
I tried to put my hand on his shoulder but it fell straight through.

Michael looked up at me with a develish smile spread across his face.
"There nearly here Luke. Better keep an eye on mena, make sure she dosent nearly kill herself again"
He rested his head against the box as a loud laugh came out of him.

At the time and moment I was getting pulled away.
I screamed and kicked, but I put was no use.

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