Ghosts. I hate them.

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We sat in Starbucks for about half an hour. George had one of those HUGE chocolate chip muffins with the chocolate goo in the middle and a hot chocolate drowned in squirty cream. I had a tiffin with tea. Just then I got a call on my phone. It was from the hospital.

"Mmhh.....oh....ok.......ah.......right.....we'll be over in two shakes."

"Well, Lockwood?" George questioned.

"Hospital. Us. Go. Now." I pulled George out of Starbucks, slapping some cash on the counter in the process.

"Wha.......buh......my cake!"

I dragged George across the road, and jumped onto the departing bus to the hospital. I bounded up the stairs to the back of the bus, buried my head in my hands. 

"Lockwood? Do.....do I want to know what's wrong?" George sounded genuinely concerned.

"It- it was the ghost. It must have rushed past her and- and t-touched her. A-and Lucy.....she's taken a turn for the worse."


👻 Hey guys! OMG IT IS NEARLY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just letting you know I will be doing a Lockwood and Co Christmas Special (in Lucy's POV) and I hope you like the chapter! Peace out! ✌️💋 🎄


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