My uncle Cyrus circled around me. "Well, might I say, you definitely took some beating. I'm going to guess...the Jackal? Yes, he has a tendency to attack people. Mainly women." He said.
He frowned suddenly. "How sad, your friends aren't here with you. If only you could've saved them-"
"Don't you say a thing about my friends! You have no right to talk about them!" I found myself saying. "You set this up. You knew I'd get curious and you..you knew that I could sense paranormal activity!"
He shook his head laughing. "The sensing paranormal activity, well, we found that out when you were three." He said. "You found out yourself only a few years ago."
"Yeah, so? You still knew. You probably wanted me dead!"
"Oh hush now. I would never want that. Well, actually, I'll need you in a few minutes. As a sacrifice. I'll tell your par-oh that's right. They're dead!" He laughed cruelly.
I felt tears in my eyes. I was so mad. "Why do you need me as a sacrifice?"
"Why, for the house, of course! You see, Violet, I need more ghosts and from all your torture, you fit perfectly! I love tortured spirits. They make good weapons." He smiled like it was no big deal.
"You're terrible! You should free these ghosts. They don't deserve to be trapped. They deserve to live their..dead 'lives'."
He laughed. "Lives? If they had lives, they wouldn't be here now would they? They have no lives. Just heartless ghosts."
I felt a presence near. Thank God my glasses were on. I looked out of the corner of my eye and there they were. All the ghosts. I looked back at Cyrus. He had an evil gleam in his eyes. "Heartless ghosts, eh? Literally, yes. Technically, no. You may not know this but some of those 'heartless ghosts' actually have feelings and care."
"Oh how cute, you have a crush on a ghost! Go write it in your diary!" I punched him after he said that. He went back a few steps in shock. "H-how dare you?" He took my wrist and threw me down. I looked over to where the ghosts were and saw them looking. Some had sympathetic looks (yes, I know, surprising) and some had hatred all over their faces.
Cyrus took his cane and hit me with it. He went to hit me again but I grabbed the cane. I wouldn't let go. I gripped onto it with both hands and yanked it out of his hands. I nodded to the ghosts and they came after Cyrus. Some came after me though. I had no choice, I threw the cane at the machine and ran for it. I got to the door right when the machine blew up.