Chapter thirteen

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"Harry!" I scream again and wait for a reply.

Harry curses and swears a lot plus screams. And I heard a bang, like something falling over and I thought I heard Harry stumble over something. After all this noise I thought my mum or someone would come rushing, although my mum is at the shops, Andrew is in the shower as I hear it running and George, Finn and Jack are all in our football pitch in the garden, but no. Not yet!

"Harry? Harry? What the hell? Talk to me!" I'm nearly in tears.

Little footsteps creep up behind me, its Julie. Her bad makeup is smudged and nearly all off.

"Whats happening?" She quietly asks.

"Um, Harry's locked himself in with-" then I suddenly remember, Abigail! Julie's 'friend'! "Julie! Please tell Abigail to let Harry out or let me in!" I look at her, bend down a little and shake her shoulders.

"Who says its Abigail in there?" She creepily says.

"What?" I whisper.

"Okay, for you. But its gonna be hard. Abigail likes Harry. She thinks he's nice. But i'll try anyway."

"Thank you!"

She walks in front of me and knocks on the door, we wait.

"Abigail?" She says through the door.

It does silent. And the door clicks. But doesn't open. Like someone unlocked it or something.

"Hello? Becca wants Harry now, you've had your turn, we need to share him." Julie continues.

"What? But he's not a toy!" I whisper to her.

But i'm stopped when a really creepy girls voice speaks.

" BUT ITS NOT FAIR! He's all ways with her!" The voice yells and the door and it flys open.

Harry stumbles out holding his stomach. And I get a glimpse of her, only a small sight but enough to see that the girl in the dream I had last night, (which seamed like ages ago, its still only sunday) was her and that I might not of even been dreaming! Shes wearing a white gown and her long black hair on both sides, its scruffy and her face us pale. She has dark bags under her eyes, all around her eyes actually! She is really creepy and she is living less than 20 feet away from my room!

"Are you okay?" I say as the door closes and I try to help Harry up from when he had just stumbled over.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine, it's not like i've just been attacked by the weirdest fan ever!" He says sarcastically as he gets ups.

I swat his arm and he lets out a small 'ow'.

"Really though, what happened?" I ask.

"Well I got in there and she was standing in the far left corner just standing and staring. She walked closer and closer and I stumbled on a few things. She kept of saying things like 'don't be afraid.' And 'I won't kill you.' But she um, had a bloody knife!" He's breathing really heavily now as well.

"Okay, okay, breathe. Was she holding a key?" I ask hoping for the answer.

"Um, yeah, she was. A large key. Looks like it could fit in there." And he points to the lock on the spare room door.

"Anything else strange?" Both Julie and Harry look at me, they're wondering why i'm asking so many questions. "Well i'm not going in there! I want to find out as much as possible!"

"Yeah, there was. The wall paper was ripped behind her and it had 'W.L.T' written on it. Does that mean anything to you? Oh, it was smudged, look a little like blood, sorry I can't remember much and didn't really pay attention I was nearly going to be killed by a ghost!"

"Wait, what did it say?" I ignore the last part.

"Erm, WLT, why?"

"Whats William's full name?"

"Um, William Luke Thomas, whats he got anything to do with it?"

"Because thats what it stands for..." I whisper and we both look at the door one finial time.

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