Harry carefully placed a foot on the first step, then the second. He wobbled dangerously.
"It's all slimy!" he cried.
"I'll come and get you then," offered Liam.
"No, thank you," Harry called through gritted teeth. "I don't need your help."
I took a step down, then another, feeling the mud ooze beneath my shoe. I glanced down into the darkening water. Something was floating past on the lazy current.
It looked fat and furry and very dead!
Three more steps and I took a deep breath. The water stank, a smell that tickled my nostrils and made me want to puke.
When I took another step down, my foot skidded on the slime. I lost my balance. My arms flapped like a dying bird. I fell backwards onto my butt, feeling the foul mud soak into my jeans. One of the three boys giggled.
Yes, giggled.
I struggled to my feet and kept going.
Squelch.. Squelch.. Squelch..
Slowly Harry and I descended the treacherous steps until we reached a small platform that ran along the side of the canal under the bridge. I guessed that workmen used it when they were cleaning the canal. That's it they ever did! The foul smell hung in the air.
Another mysterious object drifted by on the slack tide. I didn't want to know what it was.
A thought flagrant into my mind. I'd often seen fishermen lining the banks of this canal. Were they stark raving mad? I wouldn't eat anything that had come out of there!
We stared out over the inky water. The sun had set. The night sky was deep and glossy. The surface of the slow black tide reflected the lights of the apartment towers.
"Hey, well done," Niall congratulated me.
"No thanks to you," I snarled. "I've ruined my jeans!"
"But at least you didn't drown in the canal," Liam reminded me. A patch of moonlight illuminated his face, and I caught sight of his mocking smile. "They say the water Herr is very deep and dirty. It's full of dead animals and diseases."
"Be quiet," hissed Harry. "Or you'll join them!" He glanced down at his feet and moaned. "Gemma's gonna kill me. Look at her shoes."
We looked around, our gaze travelling along underside of the bridge. It was a place of deep shadows. Nothing moved in the gloom.
"Well," Harry demanded impatiently. "Where are your precious ghosts?"
His answer came a moment later..
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!"
A/N: So, we decided to post each chapter a day so... Have fin reading. Stay cool and awesome! Ily!
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The Haunted Hangman
HorrorLouis Tomlinson wants to see an Asian ghost. But a visit to a spooky canal puts his life in the hands of THE HAUNTED HANGMAN. Is he doomed? Or can he save his neck? *This book is one of the Mr. Midnight series but we made it as a 1D version. Hope y...