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Previously...

Davy moaned and felt his fingers touch the shiny gold coin that was still in his pocket and all around him the white figure shattered and instead the room was filled with rolling black smoke that seeped into every crevice and threatened to choke Davy on the floor.

& now...

"HEY!", shouted Mike above Davy and the black smoke vanished and the cold feeling left. The room was still dark but normal and Davy pulled his hand out of his pocket and rolled onto his back to look up at a confused Mike who was looking down at him.

Mike leaned over and hoisted his young friend to sit on his bed. "What happened?", he asked Davy who just looked around the quiet room and looked back at Mike with bewilderment.

"I don't know. A ghost maybe?", he answered. "How did you get rid of the black stuff?" he asked Mike in confusion.

The Texan rubbed his head also confused. "I don't know. I woke up and there you were on the floor and the room was filled with black smoke and I was terrified so I shouted"

Micky sat up at this point and looked over to Mike and Davy. "What's wrong?", he asked, rubbing his eyes and looking over to see Peter was still sleeping.

Mike stood up and switched on the light, feeling better in its warm glow. "Lights on I think. I think our pad is haunted and something was after Davy", said Mike as he went over and shook Peter awake. Peter sat up in bed and looked around at his friends. "What's happening guys? Davy?"

Davy looked over at Peter and shrugged. He stayed seated on Mike's bed as for some reason Mike's bed felt safe. After Davy explained that he had heard a key turning in the lock of the front door and then it had opened and closed, Mike ran downstairs to check the locked door and wedge a chair against it just in case before returning to his friends in the bedroom. Mike sat down next to Davy and looked at the others. "Well, whatever it is, we're all going to stay up here and sleep with the lights on until morning!"

"You scared, Mike?", asked Micky

"Of course I'm scared! I'm not made of stone! You want the lights off then?" said Mike to Micky who shook his head and opened his arms happily to the warm light that felt as if it was keeping the dark out.

Mike led Davy over to his bed and helped set up another mound of pillows so he could rest his broken arm comfortably. Mike went back and climbed into his own bed and looked over at his friends who all looked worried. "OK. If any of you feel the slightest bit scared then you call out loud and clear okay? We will work this out in the morning. Good night fellas".

Mike lay in bed watching each of his friends as they slowly fell asleep and when he was satisfied they were all resting then he shut his eyes and tried to think of something calming. He was almost at sleeps door a few minutes later when he heard a sound in the room and it sounded like water. Confused, Mike cracked one eye open and scanned the room and his sleeping friends. Then he sat bolt upright and looked at the bedroom floor which was slowly becoming covered with water.

"What in the world!", exclaimed Mike as he looked around for the source of the water. "We're upstairs! How is this possible?!", he muttered and standing up he sloshed to their bedroom door and opened it to look out, half expecting to see a huge tidal wave but there was nothing. The water however that was still rising from the floor was not flowing out of the bedroom door and sort of stopped at the edge of the room. Mike opened the door wider and made to go onto the landing but something invisible and strong held him back.

Confused and really getting annoyed, Mike turned back to his sleeping friends and went to each of them to wake them up and they did the same as he had and looked around in wonder and confusion at the deepening water filling up the room. It was now reaching the tops of their beds and Peter leaped up and rushed to open their window in the hope the water would flow out. Once it reached the window sill however, the water continued to rise and did not fall out of the window.

They had stood on their beds now and still the water was rising. "What's happening?!", asked Davy as he tried to remain balanced on his soaked bed.

"Can we swim for it?", asked Peter as he waded over to Mike who had tried and failed to send a chair out of their bedroom door. Its like there was an invisible wall in the doorway and in the open window and still the water kept rising.

"I don't know where we will swim to if this keeps up!", replied Mike as he waded over to Davy and helped the boy down as his balance was not holding up. "Hold onto me Davy", he said and directed Davy's good hand to grip his arm. Micky clambered off his bed just as it wobbled under the weight of the water and he waded over to hold onto Mike's other arm.

"What are we going to do?", moaned Peter as he clutched onto Micky.

Mike waded to the middle of the room and looked up at the sky light above their heads. "I suppose if the water keeps rising then we could try getting out onto the roof".

Mike looked down at Davy as the boy coughed and clutched at Mike's arm even tighter. The water was up to Davy's chin and still rising. Mike reached down into the water and lifted his young friend up and kept his arm around the boys waist.

On his other side, Peter began to tread water and Micky pulled a chair over and stood on the chair trying to reach the sky light.

Still the water rose and soon Mike was the only one able to stand with his head above the water. Micky gave up standing on the chair as it rolled under his feet and Peter leaned heavily on Mike's other side in an effort to not wear himself out keeping his head out of the water.

"We've got to get up to that sky light!", exclaimed Mike as the water finally rose enough to force him to begin to tread water. Beside him, Davy struggled to stay above the water and winced when he jostled his arm and his finger at the same time. Mike nearly sank in his effort to keep both himself and Davy up.

As the water rose, so did the boys and soon Mike reached up and pushed on the latch to the sky light, praying it would open and give them an escape route. Amazingly it swung open and he felt the cool night air rush down into the room.