Halloo, I'm back once again! And I know what to write! Yay! ^_^ Were you in suspense??? Or just slightly looking forward to this chapter? Either way, I'm glad you like this! And are reading it! Please continue reading it, and reviewing! It inspires me! This is the farthest I've been on this! Because you like it, and because I posted it, I've written more of it, and this is it!





Gerald's eyes were wide. What had happened to Helga? Why hadn't she answered Mr. Simmons? Why had she screamed? Why couldn't they hear her footsteps any more? And why was he suddenly feeling nauseous? All those thoughts, plus more, rushed through his head. He ran to the tunnel, and called, "HELGA, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!??" no response. It was like as if... she had disappeared. His eyes widened more, and he began to walk into the tunnel. Why was he suddenly walking in? He hadn't told himself to, so he shouldn't be. But he felt like he was getting pulled in by a giant hand, pushing on his back.



"Gerald, where are you going?! Stay right here! No, not there, out here! Stop! Come back! GERALD, GET BACK OUT HERE!!" Mr. Simmons yelled as Gerald began to disappear from his view. He began to sweat, from his panic. He glanced from side to side. He didn't know whether to go into the tunnel, or go downstairs and see if anyone had a cell phone.



After a while of thinking, Mr. Simmons decided on the latter part of his thoughts.



Meanwhile, Arnold and Callista were still screaming and running. Then Arnold stopped in his tracks, and he looked behind him. "Uh, Callista?" he asked, making Callista stop as abruptly as he had, and float back to him.



"Yes, what is it, Arnold?" she asked, and Arnold looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed, in thought. He had figured that the blue eyes would follow them, not stay behind, at where they were when they had first seen them.



"The eyes aren't following us, and I think I heard something." he stated, looking back down the shaft. Then he realized something. There was LIGHT in this part of the tunnel! His eyes widened, and he looked at Callista. "Look around! Light! There's light!" he exclaimed, smiling wide. Callista looked around, and saw that he was right. There were torches around them, all of them lit up, glowing brightly. Then the reality hit them both. If their were torches in a dungeon in a ghost town, it didn't mean something good. Arnold looked at Callista, fear so obvious in his face that Callista became equally scared instantly. "Ca... Callista? Y-you th-think that th-those eyes h-had something t-to d-d-do with these lights?" he asked, and Callista nodded slowly, looking around.



Suddenly, they heard a loud female laugh, echoing along the walls of the tunnel. "Mwahahahahahaha..." Arnold looked to Callista, his eyes so wide Callista could see her reflection in them. She looked down, and saw that water had began running around their feet. She tapped Arnold's shoulder, and he looked down, then gasped. And the water was getting higher! If they didn't get out now, they would be drowned!



They began running for the way they had come, but before they could get into the tunnel they had been in, part of the ceiling caved in, trapping them. They looked to each other, their jaws dropped. "This isn't good. Huh uh. No..." Arnold mumbled, so scared that his knees were shaking, and he was sure that he was going to wet his pants. Then he saw Callista look behind them, and smile. "What?" he asked, looking to where she was staring. There, down the tunnel, was a light, that wasn't from the torches in this tunnel. He smiled, and began running that way, Callista hot on his tail. They continued down the tunnel for a while, then they stopped in their tracks, wide eyed at the sight before them.



Meanwhile, Gerald was continuing down the tunnel himself. "Why did I have to come in here? Why?" he asked himself over and over as he continued to walk. He stopped for a minute, and he thought he heard a creaking noise. He squinted his eyes so maybe he could see something, but unsuccessfully. "Man, why did I come in-" before he could finish his sentence, a trap door opened underneath him, and he fell, screaming bloody murder. He fell for a second, before landing inconveniently in a large amount of water. He sat up, his clothes soaked, and looked around. He couldn't see one single thing, an he was sure that if he placed his hand in front of his face he couldn't see it.



He stood up, shook himself off, and began walking around the water logged tunnel. Then he felt something warm, like a hand, clutch his mouth. his eyes widened, and he felt like screaming, but as he tried to, the grip tightened and the person shushed him. "Shh!" it sounded like a voice he should know... "What are you doing in here, Geraldo?! You should be with Mr. Simmons getting the others to help him find a way out!!" he heard Helga's voice chide him, then he felt her hand leave his mouth. But, but how did she know it was him? He couldn't see a millimeter in front of himself!



"Helga? How did you know it's me? I can't even see the tip of my nose!" he said, feeling around, trying to find a wall or something.



"Well, that's probably because your eyes haven't adjusted yet!" she snapped, and grabbed his hand, pulling him in a direction which was still unknown to him. They walked for a while, before Helga completely halted.



"Why'd we stop?" Gerald asked, while he was looking behind them. He looked to where he figured Helga was staring, and his jaw dropped at the site in front of them.



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I had to make a cliffhanger! I HAD to! Because when someone comes back from a long time of waiting (it's an unwritten rule, or more like tradition to me) that they write a short chapter, and have a cliffhanger. Plus, I don't know what happens next, I'm STUCK!!!