Day 4

Lancaster Castle- Dungeon

3:24 pm

Jeanine Davis-

The bars were cool underneath my touch as I ignored the sounds of the criminals talking to dad. I watched the captain in front of us, but he hardly said a word to us since we've been in the dungeon. He was a tall chap, but old. Probably in his fifties, and the graying hair was proof of my suspicion. He would occasionally glare at us out of the corner of his eye, making sure we weren't getting in trouble.

A sense of hatred and fear washed over me so suddenly that I quickly pulled away and bit back a gasp. I felt familiar eyes on me and knew Gavyn was watching closely.

'What is it?' his thoughts immediately invaded my mind.

'I'm not sure.'

I gently touched the bar again and the feeling nearly overwhelmed me. This time, the feeling was so strong; I couldn't contain a gasp and stepping away from the cell.

"What's wrong darling?" The inmate inside the cell asked.

He was lying down in the steel framed bed, watching the ceiling lazily. "Felt somethin' didn't ya?"

I felt a hand on my shoulder, warning me to be safe. But I still studied the inmate. He was old and scruffy, but the shadows of the cell hid the rest of his features. I instantly recognized him from the bus.

"I did. I'm gonna guess that you do too, don't you?" All I got was a grin for an answer. "So it's also safe assume that you were here when that other prisoners were attacked, weren't you?"

"That is true m' dear. Been 'ere long 'nough ta see this thing get crazy."

"So it didn't kill prisoners before?"

He shook his head.

"Nope. Just attacked. That's why ole sheriff ere thinks it was a set up."

I heard the captain in front of me let out a rough sigh and he came to a stop in front of me.

Instead, I found myself studying his cell and spotted a familiar book. I couldn't help but grin.

"Has Dickens been keeping you company?"

A grin again.

"That I am. What are you reading now?"

His word choice and vocabulary completely changed, as if he was a completely different person. The first one was a careless inmate, but this person, he was an educated intellect. I shot Gavyn a small grin and pushed on with the conversation.

"A Tale of Two Cities was my personal favorite. But I prefer Hawthorne's Scarlet Letter any day."

His grey eyes studied me carefully as he nodded his head.

"I could have guessed that from you. Haven't read it in a while, but sure would fancy another read."

"Do you feel anything in this cell in particular, sir?"

Gavyn asked, butting into our conversation. The man turned to face Gavyn and grabbed the bars of the cell. His face turned dark and solemn.

"Chills, son. Chills. There are things not right in this cell, and I've frequently made requests to move. However, our friend here," He nodded over to the captain. "He feels like I deserve to be in this cell."

I frowned and shot a look over to the captain, who in turn scowled at the prisoner.

"Don't talk crap old man. You know we don't have enough room to be moving you all around."

"Ah, but at least I won't be on your bad side, that way I won't get punishment."

Dad finally caught up, and cleared his throat. His gaze was directed at the captain.

"May we step into the cell? We need to be sure that this is the right one."

The man glared at my dad as he studied him. However, dad's glare was darker than normal, but it said it all.

"Fine." The captain spoke through gritted teeth as he pulled keys out to unlock the door. "Stand at the back of the room with your hands on your head."

The prisoner rolled his eyes and obliged to the direct order. Handcuffs were produced and used to secure the prisoner outside of the cell. When the captain gave our small group a nod, we wandered inside of the cell.

Instantly, my hands went out to touch the walls. Closing my eyes, I allowed the emotions to swallow me, hoping I would receive a vision. And then it hit me. Gasping in surprise, I grabbed a hold of my twin's arm.

"What are you doing?" He asked angrily, but I ignored him as I tried to share the emotions that passed through me.

I was confused, angry and scared, more than I had ever been. But I tried as hard as I could to form a face with the emotions. And then her face hit my vision, as if she stood in front of me.

I instantly wrenched my hand off the wall, as if it shocked me, and stumbled back into my brother. Steadying me, Gavyn looked to dad for guidance.

"There's no doubt that this is the cell she was in." I whispered as I tried to gain my breath back.

"I will sort out the details of tonight with the captain here. You two head back to the base and let them know we'll still follow through with our plan tonight."

"Yes sir."

My brother grabbed my hand and started to pull me out, but I let him. My mind was still swirling with the emotions I had felt. It made me sick and very light headed.

But before we were completely cleared out of the dungeon, I shot a glance behind my shoulder at the inmate, who was watching us leave. Guilt instantly filled my heart, but I turned back to Gavyn.

"I feel sick."

"Oh please don't say that sis."

"Just get Lucy or mom. Either one will take care of me."

"And you think I can't take care of you?"

Gavyn sounded a little bit wounded by the comment.

"You can. It's just that I probably need the little girl's room in a bit."

"I'm not afraid of the loo, sis." He scolded me gently.

I watched him carefully before getting a bit dizzy.

"I never thought you were that kind of a pervert."

His face instantly flamed up into different shades of red.

"I'm not. I've had to take care of you after a bad vision before."

"Ah."

We remained silent as we climbed the steps. I bit my bottom lip and struggled with the butterflies in my stomach.

"Actually, I need the loo soon."

"Oh."

I bit back a giggle as I let him take me up the stairs to find the nearest restroom.

Surprisingly, dad managed to convince the captain to move all of the prisoners out for a couple of hours. If I can remember correctly, I think the guards mentioned something about a movie.

The dungeon was silent in the dark night, and to be honest, it was creepy. Masako sat at a table with two other empty, and began to chant something that sounded foreign to me. The candles flickered with a draft, but other than that, those were our only lights.

I felt Lin take his place next to me with the video camera but he hadn't started recording yet.

"What is she saying?" I asked him curiously.

"Anchoring spells." He answered in a whisper. "Just in case if the spirit wants to keep the body it possesses."

"We're ready." Masako spoke so carefully. I could instantly tell she was trying to cover the shake in her voice.

Mom shot me a look and nodded. At the same time, the two of us walked across the room and sat down in the empty chairs next to Masako. Mom grabbed a hold of my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I looked over to Masako, and noted that she seemed paler than normal. I reached across the table and accepted her hand. My suspicions about her nerves were confirmed: her hand was shaking.

"Let us begin."

Masako began to chant things again in the foreign language, but it instantly switched over to English. The candles began to flicker, sending our shadows to dance on the floors and walls, but none of us cared. We were about to have this case solved.

And before Masako was even finished or close to finishing her chants, a blue whisky figure appeared on the table. I instantly recognized her as the woman from my dream. Masako opened her eyes and studied the figure in front of us. She dropped our hands and stood up to confront the being.

"Welcome Delanie Lambert." Her voice was calm, but held some hint of importance and confidence in it. Her arms were held out, as if she was welcoming a hug. "You may use my body to relay information. However, if you abuse it or cause any intentional harm to others around us, there will be consequences."

The spirit approached Masako quickly and studied her subject before she rushed forward into Masako's body. The older woman stumbled backwards at the contact, and I instantly jumped up to help steady her. John quickly reached out to us and helped us seat the wobbly person in our arms. He sat in front of her and studied her face before he spoke.

"Delanie? Give us a sign that you can hear me."

Masako looked at John intently, and then she started to study her hands. Ghastly noises and screams started to fill the room as white will-o-wisps rose from the ground. I stepped out of the way of a large orb, but it still went through me. Nothing happened, but the tension in the air rose.

"This body, it feels like my old one." She spoke softly.

"Delanie." My dad demanded her attention. Her eyes shot up to him, slightly alert. "We need to know if you are the one harming the prisoners."

Her eyes grew cold, something that no one was used to on Masako's face. A sick grin appeared on the porcelain face of hers.

"I am. They don't deserve to live. Neither do the guards."

"It is all in the past." John spoke bravely. "You can let go."

"No!" She snapped angrily and looked at the man in front of her. "I cannot let go! Not after what they had done to me."

"What did they do to you Delanie?" Gavyn asked.

Her eyes were still cold as she approached Gavyn. She folded her arms across her chest and studied my brother closely.

"They destroyed my family's name. Killed my husband and destroyed my life. The man who actually cared about me while I was in prison, they hung him for treason." Her voice wavered finally and her cold eyes began to water slightly.

"They're gone." Gavyn spoke softly and gently to her, as if he was speaking to a five year old. "You are the only one stuck. Doesn't this cause you pain?" Her attention was still glued to Gavyn. "Just let this world go. There is nothing here for you anymore." Gavyn repeated.

"You remind me of him." She spoke softly as she raised a hand up to Gavyn. Her touch was gentle but I could tell Gavyn he was uncomfortable.

"Go be with them Delanie. You do not belong in this world." Gavyn spoke gently to her.

Masako dropped her arm and nodded her head.

"Fine. I will leave."

Masako's eyes grew wide and she suddenly went stiff. John was quick to catch her as she crumpled to the ground.

The candles flickered out and left us all in darkness, but the awful screeching sounds faded away. The will-o-wisps faded away and everything fell into a peaceful silence. It was over.

A/N: Wow. For some reason, this chapter was really hard to write. So yeah, this is the second to last chapter of this wonderful story, but I don't think we'll be hearing more from Lucy, Jeanine and Gavyn. Not for a while anyways. I'm gonna get through my Alphabiography and probably start on and Ouran High School Host Club fic! Haven't done a serious one yet, so it'll be fun to write about something other than Ghost Hunt I think. Anywho, the next chapter is the last one! So do enjoy this!

Love,

Jazzy! : 3