Lockwood and Co. The see-through girl.

Chapter 13

Unlucky number thirteen.

If you believe in luck.
I don't, but that might not help Lucy in this chapter.

Evil author~

My rapier sliced the gibbering must to ribbons and I ran. Yes, I know it's a Type One. But, you've gotta give it to it, a freaky one. After about five minutes of intense running, I steadied myself on a trunk of a tree, catching my breath. Not for long though, as the continuous chuckling reached my enhanced inner ear.
I sprinted along the road again. The lack of ghost lamps in the small town disconcerted me. There was nothing to ward the Visitors away here, save for a few patches of lavender here and there. 
A coldness suddenly blanketed the air like a pile of snow on a road. I spun about just in time to guard myself from an attacking young lady. I mean, dead young lady.
Please! Please, bring my son back to me.
For an answer, I threw salt into the Cold Maidens face and took off once more. 
There were a lot of ghosts for a small town like Cheviot Hills. It made me wonder...
But only for a second for another apparition appeared right before my nose and, if I hadn't had my agents training, I wouldn't have the reflexes to pull my rapier out of my belt and make a complex pattern of iron and silver between us. I did this.
Well, I guess Agent Jacobs counted for something.
After ten minutes, I slowed my run (and my heart rate) to a normal pace and I sucked in my breath as a little chimney jutted out over the big hill in front of me. I had almost reached Whythburn Mill. I quickened my walk into a jog. I was almost at the top of the hill.
A Spectre jumped out from behind behind a bush and gave an almighty screech as it lunged for me.
Give me the money, Jay. You can't back out of the agreement now!
It kept repeating this over and over and I screamed and lobbed a load of iron filings at it. But I didn't scream because of the Spectre itself.

I screamed because it had touched me.

Clutching my rapidly turning blue hand, I rolled under the Spectres next attack and lunged for the door to the Whythburn barn. It was connected to the mill. I spread a double layer of iron chains across the door in my panic and breathed a sigh of relief.
I turned round and stopped dead in my tracks.
You guessed it, another ghost.