There (Haunted)

Chapter fifty-six

(Hey, before I write this chapter I just want to say when I getting near to the end of the book (which I can say might be a little while) I'm planning on writing two more books, one which is based on true events, my true events. Its about my boy, my favourite horse in the whole entire world and how he can't jump but something happens (obviously I had to change somethings) and its called Let the horse jump and the other one is a Aaron Ramsey fanific, I won't tell you to much about that but its called 'Don't Princess, Don't' i've done the covers and can't wait to get started!! Please read them when they come on the website, but I may decide to publish them earlier! Byyee!! :D)

I'm dragged into darkness. I know i've only been dragged behind a wall but luckily enough its not that far but far enough that I can't see Harry or Marshall anymore.

I try to scream out for them but the hand is still clasped on my face. But what happens if they can't see him, that he's a ghost. Or she- wait no, its to strong to be a woman and that would be even creepier. But what would they do to me? Kill me?

Anyone trying to kill me my body shivers at the thought.

Although he's not doing anything that would result in him killing me.

Maybe it is a ghost. That would explain why he wouldn't want to kill me but what doesn't make sense, if he's a ghost, is that he can touch me, normal ghosts can't do that. So that rules out the ghost option then.

I need to stop thinking about who this guy right now and actually get away from him so then I can uncover who my- wait, what would you actually call him? He's not a murder, that I know of and he's technically not a kidnapper because I know where we are and how to get out. But lets just call him a kidnapper for the time being because thats the closes thing he is until we find out who he really is.

But how do I get away from his grasp?

Well I can't hit him with my arms because he's holding my body close to either him or the wall, I can't tell and he's trapping my arms. I can't kick him because I can't actually kick my legs back towards him because if I could I would hit the walk and I believe his legs are sprawled out so I can't hit his legs. Clever. Finally its too dark to see anything. But there is one thing to do.

Bite him.

So I bite his hand so hard that he realises me and screams out in pain waving his hand up and down to stop it throbbing. I swore I tasted blood but that is probably my mind telling me things, playing tricks on me. Its amazing what the brain can do. Thats why I didn't believe I could see ghost. Because thats what my brain wanted me to think, but obviously, I can.

I rush forward, not caring how far I go and what I will bump into. I whisper both Harry and Marshall's name and a sudden light flicks on.

I find Harry and Marshall by the door looking a little stunned. Quickly I walk over to them, neither of them turned on the light, obviously the guy who held me did. But I don't want to see him, I don't want to see whats behind that wall, which is actually a chimney sticking out.

I take a moment to look around, the rooms a mess. Pieces of paper are scattered everywhere. A image of Jenna's apartment when she went missing flashes before my eyes, it reminds me of that.

The rooms dark and dingy, which reminds me a lot of the hallway to the basement. Plus there's a small window which is covered by a grubby blue blind which is a little similar to the small window in the spare room.

The walls are a light shade of blue, like the blind, and the carpet, a rough cream colour. Clearly this room doesn't suit this beautiful house.

Carefully I take a step closer to the back wall, so I can clearly see it. Not the colour but there's tones and tones of pictures and notes plus scribbles on the wall. When I take that step I can see what's on the wall a little better and I didn't step that much so I could revel the person behind the wall.