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Chapter 10- Coward
The others were all sitting with glasses of water, looking shaken.
'What type of person would do that?' Danny exclaimed loudly, shoving his chair out and walking over to the window. A clump of dirt flew towards him, slamming into the window pane and crumbling into pieces as the wind picked up even more. Danny shoved the window open.
'Come on ya coward! Come out and show yourself!' he screeched out the window. There was a bang as the window slammed shut in Danny's face and the whole house began to shake again. The plates in Harriet's cupboards shook loose and pushed the door open, shattering onto the floor. The fridge opened, everything falling onto the floor.
'Come on, show us who you are you bastard!' Danny yelled again. Suddenly, everything went deathly silent. 'Good. Come on guys, let's go sit upstairs or something,' Danny shrugged, going to open the door. It didn't budge. 'Come on guys, help me.'
Harry gently leaned Dougie onto the table and moved over to help Danny to push the door.
'Okay, on the count of three... one...two...three!' Together Danny and Harry pushed the door so hard it swung open into the hallway, making the two overbalance and land face first on the floor. Harry tentatively lifted his head from the floor. It felt wet and slimy, and something grotesque covered his cheek. Danny's eyes went wide as he looked from the floor to Harry.
'Danny?' Harry breathed.
'Yeah Harry?'
'Is there something on my face?'
Danny nodded slowly.
'What is it?' Danny shook his head, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. He didn't dare lift his hands. They were covered in the dark, gooey, greeny-brown slime. Someone tossed a tea towel, which landed on Harry's foot. He reached for it, cautiously wiping the goo off his face and handing it to Danny, who did the same with his hands. Together they stood and tiptoed backwards to the kitchen. Once there, they spread the towel on the table to examine. The slime smelled rank, and on closer inspection, they noticed it was from a swamp, or creek.
'Where'd it come from? There's no waterways around here with that shit,' Harriet whispered, Danny with his arm around her waist. Harry had hold of Dougie, almost determined to never let him go.
'No idea...' Harry trailed off, thinking. 'Can you girls think of anything abnormal lately to do with the house?'
'Sometimes when I come home, there's things moved or missing, or windows or doors open when I locked them and I know it's not the girls,' Harriet replied quickly.
'When's this been happening?' Harry asked curiously.
'Uh I dunno, a couple of weeks or so.'
'Right...' 'I just want this to stop!' Danny screeched loudly as the wind whipped harder.
'Danny, calm down mate...' Tom said quietly.
'No Tom! I'm sick of this happening every time we come here! What is the matter with this stupid house? No matter what we do, bad things happen! I'm sick of it! Come on whoever you are, do your worst! We're ready for it! Stop being a bloody coward!' Danny yelled loudly, his eyes wide and mad, not looking like his real self.
Suddenly, the wind picked up some more, whipping leaves and dirt into the walls and windows, the doors slamming, then opening again as the house shook. There was a sudden, loud, choked gasp from Dougie and he went limp in Harry's arms.
'Dougie?' Harry asked, his voice suddenly worried. He gently shook him, earning Harry no response.
'Seriously, Dougie, stop joking around...' Danny said quietly, moving over to the youngest member and squeezing his limp hand. Dougie didn't move.
'Let's get him upstairs...' Harry murmured, hoisting him into his arms higher and hurrying up the stairs, putting him on the bed, the girls and McFly gathering around the bed.
'Someone get me some water?' Harry asked feverishly, shaking him and squeezing his hands. Danny hastily obeyed.
'What's wrong with him?' Margaret asked tearfully, looking down at him, Melanie and Abigail holding onto her. Tom was sitting beside him, his ankle up on the bed. Harriet sat with her head leant back against the wall on the floor, a terrified look on her face. Danny shoved the glass of water at Harry, who leant over Dougie, pouring a little in his mouth and some on his face. Nothing.
'Abigail, you're a nurse, what's wrong with him?' Harry exclaimed, beginning to get hysterical.
'Check his forehead, is he hot?' Abigail asked quietly, moving from Margaret to Harry's side.
Harry pushed his fringe out of the way and held his hand to Dougie's forehead. 'He's freezing...'
'Freezing..?' Abigail asked nervously.
Harry nodded. 'He's ice cold.'
'Cover him up,' Melanie said almost at once.
'Danny, help me...' Together Harry and Danny covered Dougie in the blankets, flinching every time his freezing limbs touched theirs. It was unnatural. And weird. His face was pale white, his lips starting to turn a tinge of blue around the edges as his breath began to die away.
Tom, from his perch beside him, gasped and began to shake his shoulder. 'Dougie?'
'What's wrong?' Harry asked quietly.
'He's not breathing,' Tom whispered, his face full of shock.
'What...?' Harry breathed softly as Danny and Harriet pushed past him, Danny giving two breaths and Harriet doing compressions, claiming she'd had first-aid training.