Loud

Chapter 15

"So we can still save them?" I asked Gwenny.

"No. One guy already drove away."

"Josie, what do you-" I looked around. Josie wasn't there. Crud.

I peaked my head around the corner of the house, looking onto the patio. Josie was standing there with water revolving around her body, encasing her in a shell. I rushed next to her, staring into the house. 

The patio doors were open and there were two thuggy looking guys, fists clenched, snarling, who stood  there, eye locked on the two of us. I shot out two roots, grabbing both his arms. I pulled down and he fell. The roots pushed him down and dragged him back to me. 

My leg made a swift kick around and came barreling at the side of his head, knocking him out. 

"That was easy." I said to Josie. The other man was lying unconscious on the floor with a pool of water around him. "We have to go to Mrs. Murzopf's house. Now." I ran to the front of the house, opened the mustang car door (Rupert's car), and jumped in. The keys, as always, were in the mirror thingy. I started up the car right as Josie hopped in the front and Gwenny got in the back. 

I had had about two experiences with driving in my entire life. This was my third. it was also my worst. 

I sped out the back of the driveway and turned the car around. The car sped down the street. Every turn I made the tires screeched. I swerved on the street and narrowly missed several cars. 

We finally arrived at Mrs. Murzopf's house after about one minute. 

"Mrs. Murzopf!" I flung the front door open.

"I thought I told you to never come back!" She came rushing in, well, as fast as a woman of her age could go. 

"They're here. People are after us. They kidnapped the family, besides Gwenny." I was almost out of breath from my interesting drive here.

"The Ghosts." I know what you're thinking. Ghosts? What is this, some 7 year old scary story? I thought that too, until one almost killed me. More on that later. 

"Uh, no they were solid, living people. Men." I replied, unconvinced.

"I told you they would come after you. I told you. And they will keep coming after you until you fix their piano." She said.

"How do I fix the damn piano?" I ask impatiently.

"Fix the people and the piano will fix itself." 

"What do you mean fix the people? They. Are. Dead!" I stare into her eyes. They're old and look worn out. LIke she had seen too much.

"There will be people, yes, actual people, who try to stop you. But you need to do this. You need to fix all the people who died in this god forsaken town. You need to fix this place. Or else everyone else in Shrewsbury will die. And then everyone in Britain. Then Europe. Then that will spread to Asia. You understand?"

Well, I did. If i didn't "fix" (whatever the hell that meant) the dead people, I would be living-or dead-in a post-apocalyptic world.