HEY! I'm sorry this chapter isn't as long as the last. It's all from my characters POV. And this is technically part of the second chapter but I thought seeing as we haven't written it yet I'd publish it.


Theo P.O.V.

"Theo?"

I open my eyes and see Lockwood standing over me.

"What?" I ask grumpily. "Come to torture me some more?" I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the ceiling.

"We need you to come downstairs and tell us everything!" His voice is hard and cold. I notice that Lucy is standing behind him.

Great, just what I need . . . More interrogating!

I sigh and get off the bed. "If you lay so much as a finger on me or Grace I will-" I am interrupted by a voice in my head.

Are you sure you want to threaten him? I mean . . . he's your host. The one who gets to say if you stay in the house. Oh, I'm not here by the way . . . I'm just a voice inside your head . . . wooo!

I try hard not to snort when my little hallucination tries to act like a ghost.

Um, hello . . .?

"Never mind!" I say out loud, stomping out of the room, Lucy and Lockwood follow close behind.

I knew this would probably irritate the hell out of Lockwood and Lucy, so I slid down the banister and land on my feet at the bottom. I run through the door to the lounge and plonk myself down on the couch next to Grace.

"I can't believe they have the nerve to interrogate us again!" I storm.

"You do know I'm sitting here, right?" George asks. He is sitting in an armchair, his glasses perch on the bridge of his nose.

"Duh, it's hard not to notice you, your so big!" I snap, glowering at him. He looks hurt and turns back to his book.

I gaze around the room. I have never been in it before. There is a very random picture or some pears in a bowl hanging over the mantlepiece. Some bookshelves are up against the walls and a few armchairs huddled around the fire.

Lucy and Lockwood walk in and stand before myself and Grace.

"So what's the first question, Tony?" I ask. I could just tell that he wouldn't like being called Tony. He didn't seem to, seeing as his fists clench.

That's great! Just annoy him a little more and you might even have an excuse to hit him . . . He's just a closed off piece of CRAP! my little hallucination whispers in my head.

"So?" I snicker at Lockwood's annoyed look.

"What did you come back for?" George demands, leaning forward eagerly.

"I don't see why I should answer that!" I say, folding my arms across my chest.

"Look, Theo, right?" I nod, and Lucy continues. "All we want to know is why you stayed and then you can do whatever the hell you want," Lucy smiles.

"I think it was because of this." I pull a silver chain from around my neck. On the chain is a very badly carved llama. My sister made it for me just before she died. I hold it out for them all to see.

Lockwood tries to grab it.

"Don't you dare!" I yell, pushing him away.

Grace gets up and says, "Now, now, Theo, your acting rather childish. Stop annoying Lockwood like that!" She puts her hands on her hips. "I guess I should tell my story now . . . Well, my brother was blackmailed into trying to kill me - but he changed his mind - by some anonymous evil people, they said would do something bad if he didn't kill me. My brother decided he didn't care, there was no way he should kill me. I decided that I would have to kill myself to save everyone from the bad things that the evil people would do if I didn't die." She pauses. "My source is a teddybear, my brothers first teddybear. I got it for him when he was a baby. I stayed behind to protect my brother, Joey, I failed miserably."

"What? Did you kill him?" snorts George.

"Of course not! I wasn't even there! They moved out of the house when they realised it was haunted. No, he went missing three years after I died. I . . . I failed," she whispers the last part, a pained look on her face.

"I came back, as you know, because of this necklace my sister made me," I begin, not letting the sorrowful silence stretch on. "We were walking down a busy street . . . Anna ran off and was grabbed by three masked figures. I followed them down an alleyway, killed two. One of the them accidentally killed the one I failed to. But in all the confusion and fighting Anna was shot and . . . died." I Look down.

"May I have another look at the necklace?" Lucy asks tentatively. I hold it out for her to examine, keeping my eyes fixed on the closed of piece of crap known as Lockwood.

"It looks kinda like a llama," Lucy observes kindly.

"That's what she said it was . . ." I trail off. If only I could go back and tell Anna how very, very, sorry I am for failing her.

I let go of the necklace. Lucy just gazes at it inthralled.

"Luce, give me the necklace," Lockwood says quietly.

Lucy looks at him and shakes her head. "You can't kill them, Lockwood. They are human now." She smiles and hands me back the necklace. "Besides, it's Theo's."

"They are monsters'! I can't believe you are siding with them. You just met these - these things! You can't trust them," Lockwood snaps. His voice is hard and there's something about his tone that makes me jump to my feet in anger

"You know what?" I hiss. "Your the worst person I've ever met! I wish I had never met you, Anthony Lockwood!"

I wait for him to react, but he doesn't, he just walks to a chair and sits down.

"This place is unbearable!" I say, flinging my hands up in exasperation and annoyance.

"Then leave." Lockwood's voice is distant and barley above a whisper.

"No!" I say starting to enjoy myself. I suppose when your half mad you get mood-swings a lot.

I don't blame you. You should be enjoying yourself for once. My little hallucination's back.

"So why do you think you turned human again?" George asks eagerly.

"Well, obviously I've been dead for so long that I became human . . . Maybe it's something to do with the fact that the timeframe can't handle supporting something so logically incorrect as a ghost," Grace says matter-of-factly.

"Wow!" George exclaims. "That's a really smart answer for a crazy ghost."

"Well, I try," Grace says.

"Well, I think we should put Theo's source in silver and see if she disappears," Lockwood suggests. Wow! He must really have a problem with me.

"And we should throw you into a room full of ghosts with no defence what-so-ever!?" I growl. "That's basically what you'll be doing to me!"

"What if she does vanish? How will I live?" demands Grace angrily.

"That's your problem," Lockwood answers cooly.

"I think your being a bit . . . inconsiderate, to say the least!" Grace says calmly.

"A BIT INCONSIDERATE?" I yell. "IT'S DOWNRIGHT EVIL!" I glare at Lockwood.

"I never was good at insulting people," Grace comments sheepishly. "And it's not exactly his fault . . . He has a bad background!" Grace sighs.

"I don't care if he has a bad background! It doesn't excuse what he wants to do!" I stamp my foot.

"Well, I care if he has a bad background! I feel sorry for him!" Grace says, the sympathy plain in her voice.

"Guys, you do realise Lockwood is in the room, right?" Lucy interrupts.

"Duh!" I say.

"Oops!" Grace shrugs sheepishly.

"Baah!" I say, because she's been acting sheepish today.

"Theo, why are you a sheep?" Grace asks.

"I'm not a sheep, your acting all sheepish!" I snap annoyed.

George cuts in. "Um, guys, last time I checked this conversation wasn't about sheep or Lockwood's past, it was about why you turned into humans again!" George flings his hands in the air in exasperation.

"Why does us turning back into humans matter so much?" I demand, looking into George pudgy excited face.

"Ghosts aren't supposed to exist!" George tells me.

"And why's that?" I ask.

"Because . . ." George trails off.

"Because their unnatural and dangerous!" Lockwood answers for him.

"No. Their not! They are only dangerous when you pose a threat to them!" I'm so angry and confused!

My I lend a hand? my little hallucination asks.

Um . . . Ok?

Lockwood has had a very troubled past. He to, has lost a sister. She was ghost-toched and died. He blames himself for her death because he was downstairs and she called to him needing help. He was just to busy playing or whatever and came up a few minuets later to find her dead and a ghost that was angry and wanted to kill him.

So he's not just a git? He's only like this because of his sister . . . Um?

Jessica.

His sister Jessica.

"Oh! Lockwood!" I gasp. "I'm . . . I'm so sorry!" I whisper. "But it still doesn't change the way you've been acting." I fold me arms. "You've been a real jerk!"


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