House of Anubis: Sibuna Descending

15. The Lair

It was lunchtime. Ian was walking down the corridor, with Adil finally questioning why Ian was so secretive about his poem.

"It doesn't matter," Ian said. "Just forget it."

"Ian," Raymond called, jogging up to the pair.

"Hey, Ray," Ian greeted him.

"Listen," Raymond said. "I didn't mention this yesterday because I wasn't so sure about it, but now I'm more certain. I believe I found where the beast resides."

"Oooo," Adil said painfully, resting a hand on Ian's shoulder sympathetically. "Good luck, mate."

Ian watched Adil walk away before turning back to his roommate and asking, "Are you talking about Bigfoot? Again?"

"You don't seem very excited."

"I'm not, Ray," Ian blankly stated. "I just don't believe it exists," he continued, beginning to walk the way he was going before.

"No, no, no, no," Raymond spluttered, chasing Ian and turning to block Ian's way. "Please, hold on. I have pictures. Look." Ian thought about it for a few seconds, and then gave in to Raymond's plead. Once Raymond started flicking through the pictures of the crypt door on his phone, Ian's curiosity started spinning.

"What if it's just a basement or shed?" Ian suggested.

"If you were there, you would get the feeling it was more than that," Raymond answered. "Come on, it's lunchtime. What have you got to do?"

Ian remembered that Erin and Cassie mentioned searching bookcases for an accessory worn around the neck, and they did leave the drama studio together. It wouldn't be easy to follow them into the library and spy on them, anyway.

"Eh, what the heck. Lead the way," Ian surrendered, much to Ian's delight.

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Mr Sweet kept his eyes switching focus between Dexter and PJ. PJ had his arms folded and a huge smirk was plastered across his face.

"Running in the hallway," the headteacher directed at Dexter. "Causing chaos. It will not be tolerated."

"I know, I know," Dexter said.

"I know...sir," Mr Sweet corrected him.

"Huh?" Dexter said. "There's no need to call me sir." Both Mr Sweet and PJ gave looks of disappointment to Dexter. "Ohh," Dexter then said, following up with awkward laughs. "Sorry, yeah. Got it." He then quickly added, "Sir."

"And you, Mr King," Mr Sweet said, turning his attention to PJ. "Scrunching up another student's work and tossing it out of the window? Who does that benefit?"

PJ stared right into Mr Sweet's eyes, his look of unbothered amusement unchanging.

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"It's just past here," Raymond said, pointing to the small cave of bricks over the stone statue. The letters "FS" were on a plaque at the bottom.

"What do you think that stands for?" Raymond asked.

"Not sure," Ian replied. "But I don't think Bigfoot knows English."

"Neither do I," Raymond said. "He's probably just using man-made things. It's easier, I guess."

The pair of them got to the crypt door just a little way beyond the statue. Raymond took Ian round to the front, and Ian's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Wow, um," Ian said. "Yeah. A simple door like in the photos. Nice."

"Look," Raymond said, tapping the crescent moon lock on the top right of the door. "It needs a special key to open. You think Simon's master keys can open it?"

"There's only one way to find out," Ian said. "Not that we should try to use them. I'm just saying unless someone did use them, we wouldn't know for sure."

"Hmm. Yeah," Raymond agreed.

"We could always try breaking the door down," Ian suggested, shrugging.

"We're not trying to destroy Bigfoot's home!" Raymond exclaimed.

"Alright, then," Ian replied. "There's no way of getting in. Cool of you to show me, though. Thanks. We should start heading back, though. I want to grab something to eat." With that, Ian and Raymond made their way back to the school.

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Mr Sweet and and PJ continued to eye each other whilst Dexter felt uncomfortable with all the tension.

"Err, Mr Sweet?" Dexter spoke up.

"You remind me a lot of my son," Mr Sweet commented, wagging his two first fingers at PJ. "And of how arrogant he was."

"Bet he cracked," PJ said. "But I ain't like him. I won't."

"Don't forget the reason you're attending this school," Mr Sweet said. "Your parents want you to get the best education you can get—"

"What they want and what I want are two different things—"

"I will not tolerate being interrupted—"

"I won't tolerate someone tell—"

"Enough!" Mr Sweet barked. PJ's smile dropped. "I want both of you to sit here for the rest of lunchtime. I'll get you sandwiches, but this is by no means a time to...socialise. You are to remain in complete silence." Mr Sweet waited until he got nods from both pupils before he got up from his desk and left the room.

Some time later, Erin and Cassie were walking through the hallway. Erin had a book in her hand, explaining, "If we didn't borrow at least one book, it would've looked weird."

"I'm sure book worms search bookcases all the time without finding anything, anyway," Cassie said, before looking fed up and continuing, "If it isn't in the library, where could it be?"

"That isn't the only library in the school, Cassie," Erin reminded her. "The Frobisher Library."

"Oh, yeah," Cassie said, nodding her head. "Do we have enough time to search it?" She then quickly glanced at her watch, and then answered her own question. "Nope. We'll have to do it some other time."

"Maybe tomorrow?"

"On a weekend?" Cassie asked, shocked. "Erin, weekends are school-free. There's no way I'm stepping foot inside this building again before Monday." Erin laughed this off as the two of them decided to walk to their next lesson before the bell.