There (Haunted)

Chapter eleven

"So your saying what?!" Harry's confused and William is obviously a little shocked.

Unlike Harry he gets things a lot quicker so I think he knows somethings that Harry doesn't and I do, or at least he could guess. Harry face looks a little funny, he's standing back up behind William who's kneeling next to me. Harry head is tilted to the side like Willowbe does when he doesn't know what your saying but for a grown man it look pretty hilarious!

"I don't understand what your two know and what I don't?" He asks. "And you've only just been in the house, what could you possibly know that I don't?" Harry puts his hands on William's shoulder and makes he wobbly and sway back and forth.

A smile grows on his face and he begins to laugh. He turns his head to look up at Harry and laughs some more and Harry raises his eye brow. William stands up at pats Harry on the pack still laughing and smirking. Harry gives him a nervous grin.

"Well you tell him about the history of the house if thats what its about and I'm am going to go pee." William says and opens the tack room door and leaves walking up to the house.

Harry looks at me, his eyebrow raised. He walks towards me and sits down crossed legged on the concrete slabbed floor.

"Well, what was he talking a out?" He tilts his head to the side, to be honest I don't think he knows he does it let alone doing it!

"Um, where do I start. Well..." I lift my ipad off my lap and unlock it.

I tell him about Abigail, Tom and Ben. I tell him about their dad, John and I find out the mums name was Mary-Alice. Is how him the website and the picture again. I tell him about the key and that it isn't the spare one to the spare room, Layla the estate agent lost that! Oh and I tell him about the little door and the writing on the wall in the spare room we found. I pretty much tell him every last detail.

When I tell him there is a few gasps and 'omg's' but he stays quite and lets me speak for most of it and I am grateful for that because i'm in no mood to be answering questions, i've got so much going on right now.

"What I don't get is how does William know all this? He's only been in the house a few times, and you've only just found out?" Harry finally says.

"Good point actually, I don't know. I can't answer that but good question." I reply.

The door flings open and William stands in the door way. His denim jacket now around his west and his black skinny jeans rolled a little higher showing his ankles.

"Sorry, that doors a little lose. Didn't mean to make an entrance!" He flicks his head moving his light brown hair and pushes it up into a little quiff.

"I know." Harry chuckles.

"Right, well I need to go, I got a call from work, they need me in another film shoot. Thats why I took so long-" He's lying, he blinks twice when he was saying that. I've noticed a few times today. "Could you ask your uncle to move his car, he's blocking me in. Oh and Becca, your mum had to go out, she said you'd be a while and your tea will be in the oven for you and Harry." He tells me and I smile.

"Okay, i'll grab his keys and reverse his car back, he won't mind." Harry struggles to get up, he's not fat, he's skinny and has apps, just a little lazy.

I reach into the little loft door and grab the box again. I notice some writing, it reads 'Mary-Alice 1908'. What? But thats not possible, she died in 1900, during childbirth. Yeah there was a picture but I thought it was stuck in. This doesn't make any sense.

"Harry wait!" I yell as he just leaves through the door. He turns around and walks back in.

I show him the writing and he is confused as well. But I hear William whisper 'oh crap.'. What? Why? He knows nothing about Mary-Alice or my house, unless... Unless he never got that phone call and heard our convosation. I mean its a bit of a coincidence when Harry ask where he is then he suddenly comes bursting in? I look over at him and he blinks twice, again.

"W-well, I really need to go! I'm meeting a friend tonight, their party." William stutters.

"I thought you had to go to work?" I ask him, smirking. Harry looks back and forth at me and him.

"Yeah, work then party." He's controlled the blinking now but I still have a feeling he's lying.

He smirks back, says good bye to me. Him and Harry leave and I thought I saw him stare back when he was walking to the house. I lock the loft door and tack room then head in. Whats up with that guy? And most importantly who is he?