A/N: Hello, My little coconuts! Sorry for not updating any sooner... I don't know what I had, it's just that I have exams coming up, I had my cheerleading competition (Which, we won first place) and now I'm just bored. I had forgotten a little bit about this story... BUT DO NOT WORRY, MY FELLOW READERS! I will be updating as soon as I can, after my exam on May 16th. I SWEAR! By the way, little contest at the end of this chapter :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious, or iCarly, or the OC's, or the Queen Mary, or candy... Wait, no, I do own candy :3

ROOM B329 – NO ONE'S POV

Quinn flicked open the lights of her room when she walked in, happy of seeing Spencer. The atmosphere was really tense between everyone, and it seemed to affect Quinn the most. It became really weird, and everybody was a suspect. They all wanted to know who was next, and they all were expecting somebody else but them. Accusations were made, and the most stupid one was when somebody accused Cat and Demi of the murders.

Quinn plopped down on the bed and smiled as Spencer lifted the covers to reveal his head. She smiled and pecked his lips. She smiled and was about to ask him something, but someone knocked on the door. Spencer sighed before getting up and opening the door for the person, which happened to be Normandie. She smiled at Quinn and Spencer before asking them if they wanted to go on walk so she could talk to them, and they both agreed.

"So, where's your roommate?" Spencer asked.

"Well, I changed. I used to be with Dexter before he died, and now I'm all by myself. Cat is supposed to come in my room with me, from now on. The rooms are changing basically everyday with all the deaths…" Normandie trailed off. Spencer just nodded his head in agreement, but then quickly realizing he hadn't been very alert, lately. Since Carly's death a couple of days, or even weeks ago he wasn't there. Quinn seemed to revive him sometimes, or even his other sister, but for the others, Spencer was like a zombie.

"Well, I never changed rooms." Quinn said.

"Yeah, that's because Spencer didn't die... Yet." She said. Quinn just looked down, but then she didn't recognize the room they were in. She tugged on Spencer's shirt, making eye contact with him and then she turned her eyes quickly to Normandie. Spencer understood quickly what Quinn was saying. Normandie's the killer.

Quinn and Spencer turned around simultaneously, taking a run for it. They ran through corridors, trying to open doors, but all were locked. They heard footsteps behind them and Spencer turned around.

"Guys! Did you see something? Why are you running?" Normandie asked, taking in her breath. She looked at the door behind Spencer and walked to it, then opened it.

"Whoa…" Normandie said. It was a beautiful but dusty ballroom. The floor was marble, there was columns from the floor to the ceiling, and there was tables, chairs, and a dance floor. A young girl dressed in a white dress was dancing right there.

Quinn, Spencer and Normandie entered the room and Quinn called out for the lady. The girl spun around, her brown hair flipping. She smiled at them and pushed slightly her bangs to the side of her head with her hand. She waved gave Spencer a flirty wave and Quinn stepped in front.

"Back off, he's mine!"

The girl just smirked and took a few steps toward Quinn. She started talking in an English accent, introducing herself as Chanel England. The more and more they heard Chanel talk, Spencer and Quinn started to get a little tensed up. Normandie seemed to love the story, and she kept on smiling at the brunette. Chanel turned around and opened her arms. Quinn and Spencer quietly ran out of the ballroom, but the ghost didn't seem to care.

When Normandie turned around, she asked where Quinn and Spencer were.

"You know, they were supposed to save you from your death. You could've stayed alive." Chanel said, talking in her English accent.

"What do you mean? I'm still alive!" Normandie answered, poking her body at random places to show that she was still in bone and flesh. Chanel chuckled and turned around, then started dancing and singing again. Normandie was about to run, when the door shut close and it locked itself.

"No, no, no. Don't go away, the fun is just starting." Chanel said, and then pointed her finger towards Normandie. Suddenly, the teen couldn't move anymore. She tried moving every part of her body, but nothing would move.

"Let's start by your beautiful hair." Chanel continued, scissors appearing in her hands. She started cutting off all of Normandie's hair, only leaving a little lock on the top of her head.

"You think this is enough?" Normandie said, able to move her mouth. Chanel pointed her finger toward Normandie's mouth, letting it shut.

"No, I know it's not enough. I'm just starting, like I said. Now, let's make sure that you have a little bit of pain." The ghost said, while replacing the scissors by a simple knife. She moved Normandie's hand so that it was palm down and fingers spread. She smiled creepily and planted her knife into Normandie's hand. The poor girl let out a muffled scream. The knife was still in her hand before it disappeared to be replaced in Chanel's hand by a butcher knife.

"I bet my buttons that you write with your left hand!" Chanel exclaimed happily. Normandie's eyes widened and she was mentally slapping herself for reacting like that.

"Good, and I hope you will learn how to write with your right hand." The ghost said, moving down Normandie's right hand down and lifting up the left one. She took the teen's hand in her cold one and smiled at Normandie before chopping down her hand.

Normandie let out a second muffled scream, and tears started pouring down on her cheeks. Chanel let out a sigh before wiping off the tears.

"No, don't be sad. You won't need it anymore when you're dead!" The brunette exclaimed with a small laugh at the end of her sentence. Normandie was now sobbing, and even Chanel could hear it, even if it was muffled.

Her hand was bleeding, but Chanel still put it down, now changing the butcher knife for a plastic glove.

"You must know this…" Chanel started. "Ghosts are way powerful then human beings. If normal ghosts are this powerful, imagine evil ghosts… Like me! I could just tear out your organs one by one, and I could scrunch out these pretty eyes. I could even tear out of you your little heart."

She smiled one last time before shoving her hand through Normandie's chest, then tearing out her heart.

"Seven seconds left until you die! That's the nice thing about being human. You get the chance to suffer for this long after you don't have any heart."

Normandie's body slowly started slumping down to the ground, to finally let out a last muffled gasp and finally, the corpse lay down, resting.

A/N: CONTEST TIME!

So, this contest is simple. Tell me a creative way that someone could die on a boat THAT HAS NOT BEEN DONE IN THIS STORY.

The person who wins will get the chance to choose who dies next, and the person will die in their way!

Hihi, good luck :3

-Sammy