Disclaimer: Expended all my creativity writing this chapter, so I'm just going to say-don't own it, never will.

Chapter Ten-Aggie Prenderghast, Meet Norman Babcock

"Aggie! Aggie! Aggie!" Aggie jerked awake suddenly, to see Courtney and William floating over her, concerned looks on their faces.

"Aggie, are you alright?" William asked.

Was she alright? What could she say? She just saw a scared young boy being put to death by adults, first by trying to hang him, then burning him to death when that didn't work. Just because he was different. She could still see the horrified look on his face, the fear in his voice as he begged his sister to save him. It tore her up inside.

"Bastards." Aggie said quietly, angry tears starting to run down her cheeks.

"Huh?" Courtney asked.

"He was just a little boy!" Aggie choked out. "But just because he was different, they were so scared of him that..." She couldn't continue. She lowered her head, her body shaking as she cried some more.

"It was horrible." Courtney agreed, putting her hand on Aggie's shoulder. "Nothing was quite the same after that day. My parents were heartbroken. The memory haunted me for years until my own death." She looked down at the ground sadly as William floated next to her.

"I was never much of a big sister. But to think...I couldn't save my own brother." Tears welled up in her eyes.

Aggie suddenly noticed that the smoke and flames were gone, and she could breathe again.

"Is-Is Norman gone?" She asked.

"He never came in." William said. "He passed by earlier, then moved on." Aggie came to a decision.

"I'm going to find Norman." She said.

"That's wonderful!" Courtney said. "You can calm down his rampage and..."

"Not exactly." Aggie continued, her tone suddenly cold. She looked up, her eyes suddenly cold. "I'm going to find Norman-and help him burn Blithe's Hollow to the ground." The ghosts' happy faces switched to looks of horror.

"No, you can't!" William protested.

"Why shouldn't I?!" Aggie demanded viciously. "The people of this town have been nothing but cruel to me! My own father was so afraid of me that he abandoned us! And Norman-they killed him!"

"But this is wrong!" Courtney said. "Norman would never...!" Aggie didn't stick around to listen to her. She ran out the door and into the night. She didn't care about anyone or anything anymore. She wanted revenge, for her sake as well as Norman's. With every step she took, her anger and determination grew. She could barely hear with the blood pounding in her ears. She'd make them all pay. Every. Last. One.

Finally, she stopped in a forest to catch her breath. She looked around her for any sign of the witch.

"Norman? Norman?" A tree next to her suddenly burst into flames. Aggie took that as a sign that he was close.

"Norman?" A whimper nearby confirmed her suspicions.

"Who-Who's there?" Came the small voice of a young boy. "Are you here to put me back?" Aggie's heart warmed a little at the sound of the voice, and she allowed a sad look to cross her face.

"No." She said honestly. "Never again."

Meanwhile, Martha was going out of her mind as she tried to find her daughter. She drove around like a madwoman, much to the horror of her three young charges in the back.

"Now, you're sure you don't know where Norman Prenderghast is buried?" she asked Salma. "Maybe Aggie could already be there!"

"I told you, I don't know!" Salma said, holding onto her car seat with both hands for dear life.

"But Mom, didn't Aunt Hester used to do this?" Joseph asked.

"Yeah!" Neil piped up. "You're her sister, shouldn't you know?"

"Hester never told me where Norman was buried." Martha said. "Something about 'keeping his grave sacred'."

"Look!" Neil said, pointing into a clump of trees that were on fire. He then realized a familiar figure in the flames.

"Aggie!"

Aggie crept further into the forest, following the sound of Norman's sobbing. Sweat started to bead her face. Finally, there, in the clearing, she saw the 'witch' for the first time.

He looked like he had in life, though he was grayish-black in color, like ash, or burned-out coal. Also, Aggie noticed, his hair was fire.

"Um, hey? Norman?" The little boy whipped around in surprise, his eyes wide.

"W-Who are you?" Norman asked.

"A friend." Aggie said, a warm, but slightly sinister, smile crossing her face.

A/N: Oh no! Aggie, don't do it! What'll happen now?! Keep reading to find out!