Halloween

Chapter 4

  "And you're one hundred percent certain none of your new friends are skinwalkers, or any other sort of shapeshifting cryptids? I mean, look at them!"

Kat was still rambling on about her countless theories as the girls and (one less) ghost impatiently sat and listened. "What about, like, aliens, are they aliens?"

Almost on cue as she spoke, the cafeteria door behind her swung open. "ALIENS?" a voice boomed over the music overhead. There stood principal Keaton; covered from neck to toe in a green morph suit. A green plastic headband with alien baubles sat on top of what seemed to be a homemade tinfoil hat.

"Oh, great!" Victoria sighed, placing her face in her hands. "The two people we didn't want to run into!"

"What the heck is an alien?" Rune asked. He was cut off by Victoria jabbing him in the side with her elbow.

"Principal Keaton, don't you think Gabby's new friends look kinda... suspicious," she asked, leaning closer as she did so.

Keaton placed his hands on his hips and squinted his eyes, rolling them over the crew. Everyone seemed to collectively sweat as he stroked his chin in thought.

"You must have miscalculated, Kat. They're not aliens."

"Well how do you know that?" she asked, furrowing her brow.

Keaton rolled his eyes. "You have so much learning to do. It's obvious. None of them are green." And with that, he kicked his foot out, turning around and zooming off down the hallway.

"Wait, Mr. Keaton! What else do I have to learn?" Kat ran after him, waving her furry costumed arms in the air as she did so.

"Thank god that's over," Katy sighed with relief.

Amyx crossed his arms. "Well, it's only been five minutes and my guess that everybody in this town is a total lunatic has been confirmed."

The rest of the ghosts had been practically silent during the endeavor, that is until Ben noticed the sudden disappearance of Irene as she wandered off down the hall. He knew it was a horrible idea to split up, and sticking with the group was the most appropriate in this situation.

However, the thought of Irene on her own seemed even more daunting. Letting out a heavy sigh, the cowboy made a narrow escape, following the woman closely into the next room. "Irene, what are you doing? Are you sure sneakin' off is really a good idea here?" Ben stated awkwardly, twiddling his fingers anxiously.

"Nonsense!" Irene exclaimed. "It'll be fine! They probably won't even notice we're gone, since they clearly haven't caught wind of that bouncy girl yet! Come on, let us oldies have a good time!"

"Ah, well... alright," Ben laughed nervously as they continued walking, turning into a classroom. Strange looks were already rising as the two strangers stepped inside. It didn't help that Irene was quite literally cut into pieces- having to explain something like that seemed impossible.

The loud music blasting from the speakers in the corners of the room was very off-putting to the duo who came from a time period far behind the present. In fact, Ben had to press his hands to his ears, the culture shock louder than the actual sound. "I'm beginning to think this wasn't a great idea!" He tried to shout over the music.

"What?" Irene replied, placing a hand next to her own ear.

"I said-"

"Oh! Aren't you the two I saw in town earlier today?" A voice interrupted.