Sorry, school and everything : Here's the next chappy

"How long's it been?" Keely asked anxiously

"About 2 and half hours" Keely sighed; she picked up the torch and put her hand in Phil's bag. It emerged with two packets of Oreos. Keely yawned, spraying biscuit crumbs everywhere.

"Keels, you're tired," Phil noted, "Here, you can lie against me, I have a quilt in my bag. If anything happens, I'll wake you up, k?" Keely groggily nodded. Phil pulled a big quilt out from his bag and put it around Keely who was now resting against him.

Once he'd thought she'd fallen asleep, he placed his arm around her, hugging her close to him, soon, he too fell asleep, his head resting on Keely's.

Phil was awaked by something dripping onto his face. The candles on the wall had long burned out, so he couldn't see what it was. He opened his eyes and looked directly up. Some more of the substance dripped into his eye. Blinking it away, he realized that, though it felt like water, it was much thinker. It was blood. Keely had leant against Phil's arm so that it was trapped between her and the wall. With his free arm, he felt around for the torch, waking Keely in the process. She grumbled slightly,

"Phil, what is it?"

"Um…something dripped on me; I was looking for the flashlight to see what it is"

Keely leant forward, freeing Phil's arm in the process. The two shuffled around blindly in the dark. Keely put her hand down and Phil put his on top as they both found the torch. This time he didn't move it back. Instead, he moved his hand into hers and held it tightly. With his other hand, he turned on the torch.

"Everything'll be alright, Keel, I promise." The line shone on the both of them and Phil leaned forward kissed her cheek. She gleamed.

"I believe you" Just as she spoke, the light on the "basement" button lit up. There was another grinding sound and then the sound of snapping, rope snapping.

"Oh My God, Phil, what's happening?" Keely asked, fear in her words

"Well…seeing that we're in an old lift that hasn't been used for years, I'm guessing that," He gulped, "we're gonna drop to our deaths." The snapping sound increased and Keely started to cry,

"Phil…" she whimpered, biting her lip, "If we don't survive I want you to know that I...I…"

"Hey, look," Phil informed, cutting of Keely's words. He pointed the torch at the dial at the top, "We're moving up, not down." There was a pinging noise and the doors opened. The two teenagers and Phil's entire luggage fell out of the shaft and into an old room.

"Wow…" Keely whispered

"Should…should we look around" Phil asked

"Yeah, but we stay together" she said anxiously, grabbing Phil's arm, "this place could be haunted!"

Phil laughed, "Keely, take it from me, there are no such things as ghosts" Phil turned around and scream a girlish scream as he walked into a flowing white dress. Keely laughed and walked over to the dress,

"Wow, it's beautiful" she stated, taking it off the mannequin and putting in front of her, "What do you think?"

"It looks…it looks really nice on you, Keels" He told her

"Maybe I should take it, I mean, it seems like no one has worn it in years, it would be a shame to leave it here to decay" She picked up the dress, Phil picked up his bags and she held his hand through the old attic to get to the lift that was hopefully at the other end.

There, done! Sorry that it took forever. Added some Pheelyness Review and enjoy.