Morgan POV
"What the fuck!" I screamed, taken by surprise.
I saw Buddy's watch illuminate, he spoke, "It's nine..." he said drifting off. "Holy shit, it's fucking dark in here, really wish we had a flashlight." he said.
"WAIT!" I screamed, remembering my flashlight in my jacket pocket.
"What, you seriously have a flashlight on you?" I heard Buddy ask, as I opened up my jean jacket and reached into the inside pocket where I always kept a flashlight on a keychain where other important keys were chained with it.
I quickly pressed the button and illuminated our little cell, "Now if you don't mind, I am gonna go to sleep. I have had a very, very tiring day." I said as I carefully climbed up the ladder and nestled underneath the blanket.
-a couple of hours later-
The A/C must of turned on because it was really cold in the cell. I could of sworn I'd seen my breath. Buddy must of kept turning on his watch because the floor by his bed was illuminated, he must of forgot to turn of the light. I was about to open my mouth when Buddy spoke.
"Morgan stop that, it's not funny." I heard Buddy say.
"What the hell are you talking about Ruburd?" I asked him.
"I know exactly what your doing so you can stop poking me in the back." he said.
"Dude, I'm on my bed." I sad, cautiously peering over the side of my bed and saw a white figure, Buddy seemed to sense it to because we both screamed. The white figure moved and disappeared.
"What the hell was that!" he yelled, as I got off my bunk and went by him.
"It was a bloody ghost you bloody idiot " I said a bit scared, granted it was really really cool to see a ghost but really creepy since we were locked in a jail cell.
"And it was no Peeves." Buddy said.
"Of course it wasn't Peeves, one, he's made up, two, he's a poltergeist, and three, he lives at Hogwarts!" I shouted, waving my arms around even though he couldn't see it.
"Shouldn't one and three be switched?" he asked.
"Oh shut up, at least I'm not scared of a bloody ghost!" just then there was a clank and we looked toward the door where there stood a white figure with a noose around its head.
"AHHH!" we screamed in unison as it disappeared."
"I wanna go home." I said, rocking back in forth on the floor, my hands around my legs, my chin resting on my knees..
"I agree with you on that one Mojo-jojo." he said, using my old nickname.
I chuckled, "I haven't heard that one in a while..." I said, and it was true, the last time someone called me that was when we were 9 and I hated the name Marjorie or Marge from reading Harry Potter, or Margie and Margret after that villain Madam Margret came around.
"You used to hate it." he said, chuckling.
"Still do." I said.
Okay! That's it chapter 6! Hope you enjoyed the ghost bit! Hehe
