The Haunted Hangman

Chapter 7

We were frozen to the spot. The knife glinted in the moonlight. Any moment now it would slice into Liam's throat.

Harry moved swiftly. He glanced down at the concrete. A moment later he had scooped up a small jagged rock and hurled it. His aim was perfect - after all, he is our school's star basketball player.

The rock struck The Slasher's head. Startled, he dropped the knife. His hands reached for the cut on his forehead as he reeled back. With a wild cry, he lost his balance. He toppled from the platform and pitched backward into the canal. The murky water closed over him. We saw his hands thrashing around in the tide. We saw bubbles rise and The Slasher was gone.

harry nudged me. "You were right, Lou! Ghosts don't like water. He couldn't even swim."

"Wow!" gasped Liam, rubbing his throat. "You guys saved my life. Harry, how can I thank you?"

"That's easy," Harry said with a grin. "You can carry me back up those slimy steps. I don't want to get Gemmas' shoes any dirtier."

Niall rolled his eyes. "Imaging carrying you," he remarked with a snort. "I'd rather have my throat cut. Poor Liam."

Harry aimed a kick, but Niall jumped aside.

"Let's go while we can," I said urgently. "I don't want to be here when any more ghosts appear - or when that weird cat comes back!"

My blood froze at a sound behind me. 

I spun around in time to see a hulking shape step out from beneath the bridge. A black-gloved hand seized my shoulder.

"Well, well... " uttered a gruff voice. "And who might you be?"

My scream rose high above the canal.

A/N: Guess who's here to write? That's right, Grace is here - since it's my turn. 

I know what you readers think:

This chapter is too short.

This is bullshit.

I'm definitely not reading this again.

Why thank you. You're so kind. Can I just remind you that this is just a small chapter from a fucking book? 

Okay.

Until the next chapter..

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