Well, while Keith had taught them some things, Pidge wasn't quite sure it was helping her so much right now! She still had yet to find herself a camera obscura. Was the manor just trying to get her killed quickly? Though in actuality, probably not all the victims of the manor had found a weapon against the ghosts. To think some of them had to keep hiding in various parts of the manor only to end up on the menu after all that work. It really was sucky. But even if probability was not on her side, she was not going to let herself be ghost chow that easily.
Accomplishing the task would be easier if she didn't have a ghost that seemed very intent on her for whatever reason. A woman with long black hair and a dark kimono looking outfit. The ghost always cried out how 'you didn't come back'. Pidge assumed it was a case of mistaken identity. But who was the ghost assuming she was? Even if she did answer that question though, she had a feeling it wouldn't stop the ghost from chasing her around.
She was lucky she found enough strength to push a chest of drawers out of the way and get out onto a siding. It was funny how sometimes the ghosts acted like they remembered what it was like to be bound by physical walls and doors. She panted while glad the cold didn't get to her in the nightmare dream. Though she did find herself rubbing at her arms a bit. "Ugh. How annoying. If only I could outsmart her somehow." She grumbled before carefully walking along the sliding.
Heck, she would take running into Shiro or Keith or anyone living that might have a camera. Though she had yet to have that kind of luck. Carefully, she made her way to the door on the other side. Why there were doors to rooms leading onto the roof like this was beyond her. Then again, the manor may not have originally had such…She shook her head, knowing trying to figure out the manor's confusing configuration would not help her now.
Once inside the new room that she figured was yet another bedroom, she noticed a purple diary. She picked it up and glanced through the contents. Just another account of someone in the manor during the unleashing. What did catch her eye was the mention of a man and wishing for her to see her hair. The first time she saw that woman was in front of a mirror acting like she was tending to her hair.
Was this that ghost's diary?
"You'll be back."
Pidge jumped a bit and quickly turned around. The ghost woman had her hands in front of her face like she was crying. Only after calming herself down did she see the trap door underneath where the ghost had been. "Well, kind of convenient. But I wouldn't be surprised if you're on the other side…" Pidge crossed her arms across her chest and furrowed her eyebrows. "Dang it." She slowly walked towards the trap door. "Guess I'll have to risk it since you were back there before."
Quickly, Pidge opened the trap door and slide down the ladder. Yep, the ghost lady was in the room with the fire pit esque area in the middle. She swallowed as the ghost floated above the metal pot and rotten wood. "I'm just going to go that way." She jutted her hands towards the large double doors. "No harm no foul right?" A nervous laugh escaped her lips before the woman started to float towards her. "Ah heck no!" Pidge ran quickly towards the double doors.
At least the ghost wasn't some Olympic floating runner. "Wait!" The ghost called out right as Pidge closed the doors behind it. She quickly ran through the next room, not quite paying attention to where she was going. The sounds of the ghostly long-haired woman kept echoing behind her. But Pidge didn't dare to look back to double check. Only after running up some stairs and slamming yet another door behind her did she realize she was back in the room with the hanging kimonos and the mirror with the drawer.
"Dang. Guess I got better navigation during panic than I thought." Pidge quickly squeaked at seeing the ghostly woman now in front of the mirror. She tensed, finding herself not wanting to move. She stayed still as the woman appeared to take a key out from her kimono and slipped it into the drawer. Pidge heard the locking mechanism unlock. Was it normally that loud? She watched as the long-haired woman seemingly stood up and then disappeared.
Pidge blinked a few times and then looked back and forth. "Huh?" She dared to walk across the room and approach the mirror. No signs the woman was returning. "What was that about?" She crouched down and examined the contents of the drawer. An earring that looked like a stone crystal to her. A book that she looked through and realized it had quite the insight on the lullaby. She did her best to imprint the words into her memory, hoping to look into such when she woke up.
It was inside the book that it finally clicked why this ghost had such an interest in her.
Her skin paled a bit and her eyes widened at the person in the photo staring back at her. "That…looks like me?" She gripped the photo to look at the figure closer. She furrowed her eyebrows a bit. "Well, it could also look like Matt when he had his hair styled that way too. We did like messing with people back when he didn't have those inches on me." A faint pout crossed her face before she made herself stop pouting. "So is she mistaking me for this person…or mistaking me for Matt who could look like this person?
Pidge rubbed at her temple. "I should try to ask Matt about it next time I see him." She tucked the photo into her bag along with the book. For now, she kept the earring on her person as well. "For now, I better see if I can finally make my way to that temple we need to get to. Maybe the woman only wanted me to see this." She could only hope that.
After standing up, she took a mental note of where she was. Then, she carefully constructed the route to the temple entrance in her head. She could only hope someone else had broken the seal before she attempted the trip. She took a deep breath before following the route. Going downstairs and back through the four-way corridor and through the movie room before ending up coming in one of the four ways into the atrium.
She was glad to see no sign of the tattooed priestess. That would be her luck. She did not need that particular ghost on her butt. Let alone the fact that she didn't want to feel relent on Adam or others to save her from the woman. She headed towards the double doors leading to the temple and didn't see the same seal as before.
Who had been the one to break it? Shiro? Keith? Someone else? She would have to wake until she woke up to see who had finally gotten the initial access to the temple. Her hands pressed against the doors and she opened the double doors slowly. Immediately she was hit by something she might described as miasma. A thick heaviness in the air that she knew could not be good for her. She stepped into the area that seemed to even drain the color from everything around it.
Yet even with her vision now only registering blacks, greys, and whites, she knew who it was standing in front of what she presumed was the main temple.
"Matt?!"
