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Chapter 11:
There's a Museum?
Growling Allison threw the blankets off her bed and crouched on the floor looking under it. "Not here either." Standing up she pulled her school jacket off and tossed it on the bed before stomping from her room and knocked on Jacks door. Hearing a muffled 'Come in.' she opened the door with a slight bang. "Have you been in my room?"
"No," Jack said from his computer.
Glaring she looked around, trudging over to his bed she threw his blankets up and looked under it. Nothing.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked as he followed his sister into his bathroom.
"Mom's music box is missing and I know you took it just to mess with me. So where did you put it?" Crossing her arms she turned towards her brother.
"I don't have it." He replied honestly. "I didn't even go near your room."
Narrowing her eyes she looked into his and saw the truth. Mumbling curses to herself she left the room and went quickly down the stairs. "DADDY! NANCY!"
"What's wrong Princess?" Robert asked as he came out of one of the exam rooms.
"What's with the yelling?" Nancy asked as she strolled out of the living room a pencil keeping her blond hair up out of her face.
"Have any of you seen my music box?" She questioned as she looked between the two of them.
"It's missing?" Her father asked.
"It was on my dresser and now it's gone… I've already checked with Jack and he doesn't have it."
Both of them shook their heads.
"Want me to help you find it?" Nancy offered.
"It's ok," Allison said as she walked back upstairs. "I'm sure I'll find it."
Sighing Allison pushed her door to her room open and kicked it closed. "Spot!" She quietly called and slumped on her bed.
Slowly the ghost appeared in her room.
Looking up with pleading and hope filled eyes, she questioned him, "Anything?"
"Nothin'," The Newsie responded with a slight frown. "Not in da basement or da attic."
Nodding her head in defeat, she blinked as her contacts started to go dry. "I don't get it, it's not like it could just get up and walk away."
Sitting on her bed, Spot ran his hand through her hair. "We'll find it." He promised.
"Howdy!" Riley called as he crawled his way through the window from the fire escape.
"I have a front door you know." Allison stated as she took in a calming breath.
Spot smirked and nodded his head hello in acknowledgement to Riley's own nod.
"I know that." The copper skinned boy stated.
"Ri, have you felt anything different in the house at all?" Allison asked curiously.
"Different?" He asked as he flung his backpack on the floor. "No, why?"
"There is something in this house." She said.
"It's just Spot." He assured her as he sat on her computer chair and looked down at her.
"It's not just Spot, it's something different. Something darker, a shadow. I've seen it a few times out of the corner of my eye. It has a sense of foreboding, a sorta malevolence to it."
"But you handle ghosts all the time," He said like it was nothing. Changing his focus to Spot he looked at him curiously. "Have you seen anything?"
"Not a thing." The Brooklyn leader shook his head.
"See, if it was a ghost Spot would have felt something at least." Riley said as he shrugged it off.
Growling a bit at him she grabbed her head in frustration. "It's not just a ghost Riley. Things have gone missing to."
"Like what?"
"My mother's jewelry box that has Spot's key in it and my mother's engagement ring. My memory card with the pictures of the dock is gone too. Every picture, every map, any sort of evidence we have is gone."
Knitting his eyebrows together he looked across the room thinking.
"I've interrogated Jack, my Father, and Nancy none of them took anything from my room. And I think I practically destroyed the house looking for all the missing things, it doesn't make sense."
"Have you checked the basement? Maybe you placed it in a box that was moved down there and forgot about it."
"Spot already checked there." She said as they both tried to think of something.
"Oh I came here for a reason," Riley reminded himself. "I found out that there is a museum in Manhattan on what used to be Duane Street. It's all about the Newsies of New York, same lodging house and everything." He smiled seeing Allison's stunned face.
"There's a museum?" Smiling, sat up on her bed and looked over at Spot. "There's a museum. There's bound to be something there."
"I think we should check it out." Riley suggested.
"Spirit, there's somethin' I need ta tell ya about da lodgin' hou-" Spot started to say.
"ALLISON!!!" Interrupted Jack as he ran into her room and tried to barricade the door with some unpacked boxes marked books.
"Jack what the hell are you doing?!" She yelled a bit causing him to jump.
Pointing at the door he panted.
"What is it the end of the world?" She questioned but didn't get an answer out of him. "No? Then get out of my room you little insect."
"Ki-kitchen." He mumbled
"What?"
"Th-there's something in the ki-kitchen
The two teens heads turned quickly to look at each other you could have sworn you heard a snap. Pushing Jack away from the door they flung the door open as far as it could go before they both tried to get out of the room at the same time.
"Ow, Riley your elbow's in my stomach!"
"Well, your knee is going into my thigh."
Groaning, Allison pushed herself away from the door causing Riley to fall to the hardwood floor. Then scrambling from the door way both ran down the stairs and stopped in the kitchen. Spot had already materialized there, cane in hand ready for a fight if need be.
Allison looked around, before her eyes fell on the door to the basement that was slightly open.
Slowly the hair on the back of both teens neck started to rise as a sinister feel enveloped the room and the smell of cigarette smoke over powered the usual smell of lemon floor cleaner.
Spot clutched his cane tighter in his hands as he glared at the dark opening to the basement.
Soft deliberate steps could be heard creaking up the stairs to the basement. Suddenly as if someone turned on a huge fan wind flew through the room and blew the door open. Standing in the door way to the basement was a black shadowy mass. Swirls of smoke slithered their way onto the tile floor and across the small room.
"Who are you?" Riley asked in a demanding tone.
The shadow glided forward towards the newsie who took it upon himself to swing his cane like a sword on the slowly approaching mass of darkness.
Growling as his cane went right through the shadow he back up it he was so far away from the menacing thing that he was practically on the other side of the room.
Once again Riley tried to get it to answer questions. "Why are you here? Who are you?"
Narrowing her eyes Allison back up towards the door to the backyard. One thing she learned about Shadows they hated light. Glancing at Riley, with her eyes she pointed towards the window he stood by.
Catching her eye he backed up slowly to the window. Making eye contacted again and at the same time both threw open the door and lifted the shade letting sunlight filter into the room and on the black mass that invaded her kitchen.
Quickly the mass flew back into the basement the door slamming behind it.
Looking over at each other Allison leaned against the door and crossed her arms over her chest. "Told you it wasn't Spot."
The honey- eyed boy sighed and rolled his eyes at her. "Lets get to the museum." He said in a dull whatever voice.
Slowly Riley pulled his car up to the front of the museum. Pulling the keys from the engine he leaned onto the steering wheel to get a better look at the old run down building. "Well this is it."
"Just remember what Spot said, these buildings have a lot of secret hiding places." With a click she unhooked her seat belt and opened the door. Closing it she adjusted her bag on her shoulder as Riley came around the car to join her.
Locking his car he looked at her. "Ready?"
"Ready." She nodded
(A/N) Okay so here is this chapter, I hope you like it. Will find out who killed Spot in the next chapter I promise. The story is almost over I just have to write chapter 12 then the updates will happen fast considering I already have the last 3 chapters written. I just want to say thank you to all of you that continued to read the story even with my not so scheduled updates and the short and boring chapters. It really means lot to me. =]
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