As it once again became silent, Izzy and Carrie quickly began searching, but neither of them knew exactly what. Carrie wasn't really all that familiar with the Tower of London, even though she aced her history test a long time ago that was related to major buildings in London. She wasn't one to believe in ghosts either, but recently that changed. They made their way to a oddly white area with a large wooden door with black iron. Carrie and Izzy looked at each other, Carrie not wanting to find out what was behind that door, so Izzy went to open it.

Inside were large horse like figures draped in a cloud of darkness. There were also suits of armor and long banner like flags lazily draped on their posts. Both were extremely intrigued and slowly made their way into the center of the room, staring in awe at the ancient figures and artifacts. As Izzy made her way farther toward the flags, she bumped into a suit of armor and quickly sprinted across the room.

"And you say I'm a klutz," Carrie whispered kiddingly. Izzy rolled her crystal eyes as they continued.

"Izzy, what is this?"

"Well, from what I've read, it's the White Tower."

"The what? How do you know?" Carrie asked threatened by her friends knowledge.

"I don't really remember, but what I do is that it's one out of thirteen. These statue horses here, and the others, it's one of the main rooms in this tower that holds the Spanish Armory exhibition."

"How do you know all this?" she asked befuddled. (I love that word)

"Did you honestly think I was quiet for no reason at all?"

Carrie began to walk side by side with her friend as they came upon another room instilled in an eerie silence. Both felt something extremely out of the ordinary, and Carrie began to breath heavily as if someone was either choking her at her neck. Izzy stopped and helped her friend find somewhere to sit for a moment.

"Izzy, I don't like this," she choked and began to sob heavily.

"Don't worry I'm right here. Nothing is going to happen, I guarantee it."

"Do me a favor, and stop promising things you can't keep," Carrie bluntly stated angrily.

Izzy didn't like the tone of her voice at all, it wasn't like her, but lately a lot of things weren't like her. The look in Carrie's eyes said everything, the way she was glaring at her, Izzy knew something was wrong, very wrong. Carrie put her head in her hands and laughed sadly to herself, quickly rubbing her face and then looking straight at Izzy.

"I'm sorry. It's just that lately everything has been really hard on me with my parents and all, and then this."

"At least we get to see our true selves in situations like these," Izzy retorted.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing...nothing..." Izzy trailed off silently and began to slowly walk away, her fingers gently holding up her chin in complete concentration.

"You know, lower class criminals were usually executed by hanging at one of the public execution sites outside of this very tower. They weren't the only one's though, nobles too were beheaded. Still don't believe in ghosts?" Izzy said slowly turning her head in a chilling manner that made Carrie's skin crawl.

"No, I don't." But indeed she did, her pride would just not allow that kind of weakness in agreement though. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you think you're the bravest person in the world, when right now you lie to me while you shake."

"Please stop, I don't like this Izzy. I know I am not the braves..." Carrie was cut off in her sobs and by Izzy.

"Oh please suck it up will ya? It's not like death hasn't knocked on you door already."

Carrie stopped sobbing immediately. This isn't like her at all. Izzy would never treat her friends like this, though I would. Maybe the outbursts that I have been having lately, the one where I feel like someone else is in me, maybe that's her right now. With all this pressure she doesn't want me to help her bare the weight of the pain of her lose so far. Maybe she just cracked under pressure, oh how I hope she did.

"You really think it's just pressure of all this madness?" Izzy said cocking her head to the side in pure enjoyment at the result in Carrie's face.

Carrie backed away at first as the look, even in Izzy's eyes, began to turn bright, almost unearthly. Carrie then thrusted herself at Izzy who cackled at her useless tries.

"Izzy, I know it's not the real you okay, it happened to me too. It's when you have a dream of him killing you, is when he takes over."

"Clever little girl," Izzy hissed.

Carrie instantly knew that she had to do something, while it didn't harm her friend. She couldn't remember of how Izzy had suddenly lifted what seemed like years of weights on her. She began to panic as what she thought was that thing that had been following them, what she knew to be her best friend Izzy, began to just stare at her, right through her.

"I see it..." Izzy whispered.

"See what?? SEE WHAT?!" Carrie half screamed.

Izzy turned her head lazily, cocked it too the side and evilly smirked. Carrie couldn't believe what she saw. "I see dead people..." Izzy laughed, "and one of them looks like you." Carrie felt herself began to float upward, and it was true, it was happening. Izzy was floating and repeating, "I see it...I see it..."

Carrie tightly hung to her friend as Izzy began to laugh silently, almost like an evil cackle or gargle or something. That was when she saw an object, one on the flag poles, and grabbed onto it, transferring whatever was in Carrie and Izzy into the pole.

"That's it! It's needs a host. If it has a host, it gains power, and if someone touches the host, the spirit transfers to them or an object! Izzy are you alright?" Carrie said half happily.

"What...what happened?"

"You were being controlled by that thing. You kept saying you can see it. And now I understand that he can transfer himself in dream and body contact."

"I did have a dream of him a few nights ago, but nothing happened, I just felt weird when you looked at me."

"Look, can you remember anything? He kept saying, 'I see it.'"

"Not really, but I kinda remember an opening in a wall that was hidden."

"...And you couldn't tell me this?"

"I didn't think it was important Carrie."

"You're the biggest idiot I ever met in my life and I still love you as a friend."

"Yeahh, yeahh, help me up."

Right then a black object dashed across one of the tall stone like horses, and stayed there perched above it. Carrie screeched, but Izzy covered her mouth, as they both looked on.

"Is that a raven, Izzy?"

"Yeah, there's a legend about those. It had been thought that there have been at least six ravens in residence at the tower for centuries. They say that Charles II ordered their removal, however they weren't because of a legend told to him later on. If the ravens ever leave the Tower of London, the White Tower specifically, the monarchy and entire kingdom would fall to the hands of the devil. There are supposed to be nine of them I believe."

"It's ironic how it feels like we're dealing with the devil here," Carrie said disbelieved.

"More like racing and tolerating him at this point."

"What are you two doing here, I thought I told you this was closed."

They turned to see the night watchmen come closer to him, another raven on his arm. A Raven master, Izzy thought intrigued. As he came closer to try and take Carrie and Izzy off the premises, the ravens, all nine of them, circled around the three. "Odd, they never do this, and they can't fly," he said slightly scared. before any one of them could blink, the ravens attacked him, first gouging out his eyes. The man, who lay on the floor screaming in his own blood, was soon paralyzed for some odd reason, and the ravens still began to attack him viciously, attacking his throat and anywhere else vulnerable to their beaks of doom. (dun dun dun)

Soon everything was quiet, Izzy and Carrie stood where they were in total shock. The ravens left, leaving the two alone in silence with a dead body right in front of them.