Touch of Fear ▸ House of Anubis [2]

chapter sixty-six. house of hauntings

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            After finding the goblet, otherwise known as our third reflector, we sent out a Sibuna text to Patricia and Alfie. It took Alfie half an hour to finally join us, and now it's been an hour since we found the goblet and sent the text, and Patricia still hasn't arrived yet. My legs are actually starting to kill me from all this standing around and waiting. What is taking her so long?

            Patricia finally comes into the kitchen and Amber asks loudly, "Where have you been?" Fabian, Nina, and I shush her. We can't have Victor or Vera finding us.

            "Guys, we have a problem," Patricia whispers. You've got to be kidding. Not another problem.

            "What?" Alfie questions. "Another one? We're at capacity."

            "Guess who made an appearance on Joy's old video footage?"

            And there's only one person that could make this a problem. I point my finger at her, warning, "Don't say it."

            "Senkhara."

            "You said it."

            How did Senkhara even show up on the footage? Nina's the only one who's ever actually seeing her nowadays, and besides, our resident ghost has probably got some kind of way of cloaking herself from video cameras! This is a big problem. Joy's going to get suspicious.

            "I would not have got that," Amber remarks.

            Nina leans over the island slightly toward her. "Patricia, are you sure?"

            "Yes," Patricia confirms. "I recognized her from my dream. You know, when she stamped me? And Eddie's already worked out that she's a ghost."

            "What?"

            "What?" Alfie asks. "But she is, isn't she?"

            "Yeah, exactly why we don't want to broadcast it," Fabian points out. If Eddie goes snooping, he might find out something he shouldn't, not to mention Victor and Vera might find out. "Look, you have to talk him out of it. Just, um, tell him ghosts don't exist."

            I look at him doubtfully. "Fabian, it's Eddie. He was probably captain of a 'ghosts-are-real' in America."

            He sighs. "All right, well, tell him Jerome was messing around."

            "And if he confronts Jerome?"

            "Fine, just tell him pretty much anything apart from the fact that it's the ghost of Tutankhamun's murderer hanging around for a mask."

            "Don't you think I've tried that?" Patricia retorts. "He's just spent the last two hours trolling through the discs—voluntarily."