Haunted
By Mara McCuniff
"long lost words whisper slowly to me
still can't find what keeps me here
when all this time i've been so hollow inside
i know you're still there...."
Chapter One: Whispers
Ginny sucked in another breath as she pushed the doors leading into the entrance open. She closed her eyes tight, and stood there, pained look on her face. Anyone who would see her would think she was doing an extremely dirty task. In her opinion, she was.
Her eyes snapped back open and she stomped down the hall, walking towards Moaning Myrtyle's bathroom. Her red hair streamed behind her, her pale skin contrasting perfectly with the black clothing she was wearing. Dumbledore stood off to one side, watching her stride defiantly towards the stairs, and stomping up each and everyone of them. He smiled in amusement and went to his office, to call a staff meeting and alert Harry, Ron and Hermione when they go here in the morning.
Ginny finally reached the top of the stairs, her gait speeding up to a trot, she trotted untill she was close to the bathroom, then sped up to a run, bursting through the door and stopping short. Wincing at the horrible moans of the nasty little ghost that lived in the bathroom. She saw Myrtles head poke over the door.
"What do you want?" She hissed out at her. Ginny smirked and walked over to the sink, stopping at the one with the snake scratched onto the tap. She heard Myrtle 'Oooh' behind her and felt the ghosts eyes on her back. Ginny shuddered before saying as loud as she could "Open."
The last syllable had only left her lips when the sink started to, well, sink into the ground. Her lips twisted into a nasty little snear before she sucked in a breath and jumped down the slimy, nasty smelling pipe.
Her eyes slammed shut as she felt the horrible sensation of sliding down miles and miles of pipe. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest.
What after seemed like an extrememly slimy, mucky eternity, her feet touched the bottom, crushing bones of the unfortunante mice that had crossed the path of the monster that had once dwelled within.
By Mara McCuniff
"long lost words whisper slowly to me
still can't find what keeps me here
when all this time i've been so hollow inside
i know you're still there...."
Chapter One: Whispers
Ginny sucked in another breath as she pushed the doors leading into the entrance open. She closed her eyes tight, and stood there, pained look on her face. Anyone who would see her would think she was doing an extremely dirty task. In her opinion, she was.
Her eyes snapped back open and she stomped down the hall, walking towards Moaning Myrtyle's bathroom. Her red hair streamed behind her, her pale skin contrasting perfectly with the black clothing she was wearing. Dumbledore stood off to one side, watching her stride defiantly towards the stairs, and stomping up each and everyone of them. He smiled in amusement and went to his office, to call a staff meeting and alert Harry, Ron and Hermione when they go here in the morning.
Ginny finally reached the top of the stairs, her gait speeding up to a trot, she trotted untill she was close to the bathroom, then sped up to a run, bursting through the door and stopping short. Wincing at the horrible moans of the nasty little ghost that lived in the bathroom. She saw Myrtles head poke over the door.
"What do you want?" She hissed out at her. Ginny smirked and walked over to the sink, stopping at the one with the snake scratched onto the tap. She heard Myrtle 'Oooh' behind her and felt the ghosts eyes on her back. Ginny shuddered before saying as loud as she could "Open."
The last syllable had only left her lips when the sink started to, well, sink into the ground. Her lips twisted into a nasty little snear before she sucked in a breath and jumped down the slimy, nasty smelling pipe.
Her eyes slammed shut as she felt the horrible sensation of sliding down miles and miles of pipe. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest.
What after seemed like an extrememly slimy, mucky eternity, her feet touched the bottom, crushing bones of the unfortunante mice that had crossed the path of the monster that had once dwelled within.