There (Haunted)

Chapter thirty- five

White, that was the colour of the wall before what ever is on it now. Red liquid drips down it and onto the wooden floor. Slowly it stains the wall.

"Please tell me thats not blood." Theo says as he covers his mouth with his hands.

"It can't be." I say stunned. "It just can't be!"

I shakily take a few steps closer to the wall. Stepping over broken class lamps, falling wooden tables and ripped pieces of paper I walk so my palms are touching the wall. I skim my hand just under the writing, reading it over and over again.

Told you you shouldn't of gone down there!

What does it mean?

Down where?

I can't think, my mind races as images of where I could of possibly gone down. The crib? Possibly. But nothing bad happened after that, except going to the hospital and meeting... Rose. It can't of been down there though, no one told us we couldn't, to be fair, we were passed out.

Wait. There is one place, where we lost all contact and trust with Rose, and we lost Harry, ended up in the forest, getting chased by a ghost, finding the pentagram and losing Jenna. The basement.

It makes sense. And I did hear voices telling me to not go in there. But what was so bad? Finding out the truth? I was going to find out anyway, one way or another. It was bound to happen, like my mum used to tell me when I was younger, 'everything happens for a reason'.

It does. This happened for a reason. It happened so I could find out the truth. It happened and it could possibly change the world. How? People live, people die, some come back, as ghosts. Everyone dies, and lots of people come back to haunt others, loved ones, enemies. But me, I just moved into a house which I thought was perfect, little did I know it wasn't. Little did I know I helped find out a truth people wanted to know for years, it may only effect some but that some will be effected forever.

"The basement." I say and look back at the others.

William picks up pieces of paper and screws the up. And George and Theo sit on the cream sofa staring at the mess without helping to clear it up at all, but then, nor am I.

"Huh?" William looks up and falls to the floor. "Ow, thats hurt. Anyway, what? What about the basment?"

I point to the wall and say, "whoever wrote it was talking a out the basement."

"Okay then, so who wrote it?" Theo asks.

"How am I meant to know- wait a minute." I pause and images flick through my mind again.

Who could write something, it wouldn't been George or William, and I defiantly know its not me. It might of been Theo, but then he didn't even know Harry was gone. Unless, it was Harry, he made his younger brother do it and neither him nor Jenna are missing, that would save us a lot of time but no, Harry would never had time to do something like that, and he wouldn't know what to write, I have a feeling I was the only one who heard those voices.

It wouldn't of been Amy, she didn't even know about the basement, nor did Layla. Aaron? No. That just doesn't make sense. Abigail! But no, she can't leave the house. Abigail can't leave the spare room. John can't leave the kitchen and utility room, Mary-Alice can't leave the forest and nor can Charles. But who would?

Who was down with us, that would want to get revenge? Oh god. It all adds up now!

Rose!

She wanted to get back at us, she was so close to doing what she wanted to do, what ever it was but she was defiantly planning something.