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Chapter 3:

Truly Haunted

Kim's P.O.V

I was panicking; thinking we wouldn't make it out alive in this death trap. I was sitting next to Jack on the floor, hyperventilating.

"Kim, it's alright. I mean come on, you don't actually believe it's haunted, do you?" he said, trying to reassure me. But the slight quiver in his voice pointed otherwise.

I gave him a you-are-so-not-helping look. He stood up and started pacing around the room. I sighed.

"Jack, pacing around the room like a bear in a cage isn't going to help," I said.

He stopped and gave me a look.

"Well, what are we supposed to do? I mean, come on, do you honestly believe Milton, Jerry and Eddie will come looking for us? They're probably bunched up in a corner as we speak!" he said, exasperated.

I had to admit, he was right. The odds that they were out searching in the hallways were extremely slim.

I stood up next to Jack.

"Well, eventually, someone's gonna come across us, whether it be the guys or not…someone has to," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

He turned and gave me a small smile. I smiled back. He resumed pacing. Oh lord.

"Jack, stop pacing, it's driving me insane!"

Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks. I raised an eyebrow.

"You oka-"

"Do you hear that?" he said in a high pitched, frightened tone.

I stopped for a moment and really focused on what I was supposed to be hearing. Thinking he had gone insane, I was about to contradict his theory, when I heard it. I froze instantly.

A clown horn.

I looked at Jack, and he had the same look on his face as last Halloween, when the Black Dragons wore clown costumes and he was too frightened to fight them.

I felt genuinely scared. There was no way that we would be able to hear a clown horn honk…unless…no, it couldn't be, could it?

But my worst suspicions were affirmed when we heard a somewhat diabolical laugh of nothing else but a clown. I literally thought Jack was gonna pass out right then and there on the floor. Fortunately, he stayed conscious, but unfortunately…I was right…

This place truly was…haunted…

Sorry if this chapter was a little short, I hate leaving you guys with short updates, but this was all I had really thought of, so please, leave me some suggestions and reviews! You're thoughts mean the world to me and I would love a couple of pointers or suggestions…anything you can!

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