Thanks for all the awesome reviews, they mean so much to me!! :D So here's some more ghosty stuff haha :) hope you're all enjoying it.
Meanwhile, Tom and Danny had found the kitchen to the house. An old wood stove stood against one wall, a rickety wooden table with two chairs stood in the middle. A big cabinet with a glass front was in the corner and dusty plates, mugs and glasses were stacked neatly inside. On the bottom shelf, knives, forks and spoons were lined up.
'Wow...I feel like I need one of those old suit things just to be in this room,' Tom smiled as he carefully opened the cabinet door. It opened with a loud creak and the handle fell off in his fingers.
'Whoops,' he muttered, setting it back on the table, taking a plate out to examine it.
'Get out,' something murmured in his ear. He yelped and dropped the plate. It broke in half on the wooden floor.
'What?!' Danny yelled, twirling around from the sink. Tom couldn't speak. He stood shuddering on the spot, his hands still in the same position they were when he dropped the plate.
'S-s-s-something just told me to get out,' he trembled, making to move towards the door. There was a piercing scream from upstairs and footsteps sprinting down the stairs. Tom and Danny looked at each other and went to the foot of the stairs where Dougie and Harry were standing clutching each other, breathing heavily and shaking. Tom couldn't help but notice the blood stained scarf in Dougie's hand and the blood smeared around his nose and mouth and down the front of his jacket.
'What happened?!' Danny exclaimed, racing forwards.
'Why are you covered in blood?!' Tom added.
'We went into the first room up there and there was creaky noises, so we went to the room beside it and something told me not to touch his wife's things and touched my shoulder, then a pillow threw it's self at us and broke the mirror, then a book hit me in the face and more pillows threw themselves at us so we got out. The next room Harry shone the torch around and there was some kind of face right in front of us, so we screamed and ran out,' Dougie said breathlessly, his shoulders trembling. 'I want to get out of here,' he cried, burying his face in his hands, sinking to the floor.
'It's alright Doug,' Danny soothed, kneeling next to him.
'Come on, back into the lounge, we can talk in there,' Tom said, holding out his hand to pull Dougie and Danny up from the floor and together they walked nervously into the lounge where they sat on the red rug in a circle, the two torches set up in the middle, shining the yellowish light at the ceiling, making their faces seem ghostly and shadowy.
'What's it like up there?' Danny asked once they were seated.
'Pretty awesome, but creepy, you know what I mean? It seems like red was the colour to go, and the beds are enormous. But very dusty,' Harry said.
'I want to see,' Danny said.
'We can go up there later, okay?' Harry promised and Danny nodded.
'Look what we found in the sunroom,' Tom whispered, getting the letter out of his pocket and handing it to Harry and Dougie. They took a torch from the middle and shone it on the letter, reading it through. Harry looked up at Tom and Danny after reading it with a look of terror on his face.
'T-t-there was a bracelet up there and it had To my darling Ally, remember me always. Love from Frank xox engraved onto it. That's what we were looking at when Dougie supposably heard something,' Harry said.
'I did hear something Harry, I'm not hallucinating or imagining things,' Dougie snapped.
'Fine, when Dougie heard something,' Harry said and Dougie nodded in satisfaction.
'I wonder why Ally never came back for her things and Abigail didn't move in,' Tom asked thoughtfully.
'Yeah... I'm hungry,' Danny muttered.
'There's food in the bag over there,' Harry said, shining the torch towards it.
'Tom, will you come with me?' Danny asked.
Tom laughed and stood up, going with Danny over to the corner of the room, getting the bag and bringing it back to the circle. Tom smiled as he looked around. Dougie had his knees to his chest, eyes wide, his face tense, the dry blood still around his mouth. In the darkness you could see the beginning of a black eye. Harry was sitting less tensely, legs crossed, hands in his lap. Danny on the other hand pretended he wasn't scared, but the frown lines in his forehead and how tightly he was clutching his hands together gave him away. Tom was completely terrified, but tried not show it. Danny pulled a packet of chips out of the bag and began to eat them, the sounds of his crunching filling the room.
'I'm freezing,' Dougie said, his teeth chattering. He already had every piece of clothing they'd bought in wrapped around himself and the blanket draped over his and Harry's knees.
'We could try starting a fire. It would save the torch batteries,' Danny suggested.
'Worth a try, maybe after all these years the chimney is still open,' Harry said, standing up and taking a torch with him.
Tom sat next to Dougie, putting the blanket over himself as well. Danny went over to Harry who was staring at the wheelbarrow of wood. He and Danny both piled it into the fireplace.
'Anyone got some paper we could use to start it?' Danny asked. Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out the set list from that day, handing it to Danny, who crumpled it up and put it in the fireplace. Harry took a lighter out of his pocket and set fire to the paper.
Not too long after, a huge, warm fire was burning.
'I could get used to this,' Danny laughed, warming his hands.
'Well don't. We're out of here in the morning, no matter what,' Tom said.
Danny smiled and continued warming his hands with his back to the fireplace. The best part of the fire was it drowned out the eerie knocking and creaking noises from upstairs that they had all been trying to ignore. Suddenly, an enormous gust of wind blew down the chimney, putting the fire out and spraying ash and coals all over the boys. They yelled and screeched, brushing themselves off. Dougie had somehow landed in Harry's lap and Tom was gripping Danny's leg. Danny bent down to pick up a coal, expecting it to be hot, but instead it was surprisingly cold, almost freezing.
'So much for that idea.' Tom spat ash out onto the floor, wiping it out of his eyes.
The wind was silent now. The only noise was the rain pounding on the windows outside.
'Let's go check out upstairs then,' Danny said brightly.
'I don't want to,' Dougie whined, covering his head with the blanket and curling up in a ball.
'Doug, there are four of us now, it won't be as scary,' Harry said, pulling him up off the floor. Dougie sighed and grabbed hold of Harry's hand as they walked through the door and up the stairs again. Harry turned and looked at him.
'What?'
'Could you hold it any tighter? Its gonna turn blue and fall off,' Harry laughed as Dougie turned pink in the light of the torches, but didn't loosen his grip on Harry's hand.
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