Goosey, goosey, gander
Nico loved haunted houses. The ghosts seemed to sing. When Percy had offered to take them, Nico had agreed almost immediately.
Whither dost thou wander?
He got Will to follow him into the attic as soon as they stepped foot in the building. He never heard the screams of the others. They walked over the beams, careful not to step on the fiberglass.
Upstairs and downstairs
Will wanted to go downstairs. The attic scared him. Nico let him.
And in my lady's chamber.
There was never any words or any other living souls. He never saw Will again.
There I met an old man
Nico saw the ghost more vividly than he had ever seen one before. The shock froze him in his place. He could see the wall through it.
Who wouldn't say his prayers;
"Who were you?" Nico wondered. "Tell me!"
I took him by the left leg,
The ghost disappeared. Nico thought that it just could have been his imagination, but then he suddenly wasn't standing where he had been. The breath was knocked out of him.
And threw him down the stairs
He must have gotten thrown. He never would have landed that way for any other reason. Will found him with wide eyes and bloody teeth. He couldn't do anything but scream for justice.
