There is a lot of new stuff in this chapter, and you guys are the first to see it. Feel loved. I only recently wrote it to go here, and haven't posted it in my other site.
STORY:
Sam had reached the relative safty of the stairwell before the serious fighting began, and leaned against the wall. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved or scared...and truthfully, she felt a little of both. After a few seconds, she began up the stairs again, but voices in the kitchen caused her to pause a second time. She tip-toed up the stairs as quickly, and quietly as she could, taking a moment to peek around. Three bright green vultures sat on the dining room table, facing one another.
"I don't care if you hear racket," the shorter vulture was saying to the other two. "Until Master Plasmius calls, ve are not going to interfere!"
"Oh great," Sam muttered to herself. She heard more clattering and thumping below her, as well as raised voices, and cringed. She'd have to go grab a thermos...fortunately, she knew where Danny's parents held them, andthe cupboardwas situated fairly near the door.
She dashed down the stairs as quickly and quietly as she could, and peeked around the corner. The two ghosts were locked in battle, and paying attention to little else...she hoped. Taking a deep breath, she dashed to the cupboard that held the thermoses, and grabbed one. She dashed back up the stairs, thankful that neither ghost had seen her and peeked around the corner again. The three vultures still sat on the table, arguing various points on some subject she could barely understand through their thick accents.
In her hands, she felt the thermos charge, and took a deep breath, before jumping around the corner, and sucking all three screaming, distracted birds into the thermos.
"Phew," she said to herself, and ran to the sink. Several pans, bowls and dishes of various sizes were still drying in the dish drainer. She grabbed a plastic bowl, and a lid that fit, and set it in the sink, turning the faucet onto full blast. That's when she caught sight of the pitcher on the counter, and grabbed it, running into the bathroom. Bypassing the sink totally, she turned on the bath tub full blast, and had the conainer filled in seconds. Trying not to spill too much, she ran back to the kitchen in time to cut off the water and seal the bowl.
"I hope he's happy," she grumbled to herself as she took the stairs as quickly as she could. "I have to surprised three ghosts, and get rid of them, just to get a few containers of water. How pathetic is that?"