I am SO sorry for the terrible updating. I've been busy, and have had terrible writer's block for ages, so I haven't been motivated to put up more chapters in case I run out. I'm so sorry guys, but thankyou for reviewing, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 14- Blood

Danny rose first, pulling Harriet and Tom to their feet.

'What the fuck is wrong with these people?' he roared as Harriet gently took his hand, leaning into his shoulder, shaking. The wind swirled back, and suddenly blood began to pour from Danny's arm, soaking his jacket. He yelled out in pain, ripping his hand from Harriet's grasp and holding the wound as blood began to seep through his fingers. A loud, ghostly giggling rang through the air. Tom and Harriet stared at him, until Harriet brought herself to speak.

'Danny, come on, quick, keep pressure on it! Follow me,' she said feverishly, pulling him inside, locking the door after her. Tom didn't speak. He felt sick. Harriet ushered Danny to the kitchen, putting a towel on his arm, holding it tightly.

'Are you okay?' she whispered and Danny nodded, his teeth clenched in pain. She leant down, gently kissing his forehead. Danny gave a small smile through the pain, taking his uninjured hand and gently stroking the side of her face. Harry, who had heard the commotion, hurried down the stairs.

'What happened?' he exclaimed, racing to Danny, who was now leaning back in his chair, extremely pale.

'Some ghost cut his arm open,' Tom said shakily.

Harry went as pale as Danny, kneeling beside him. 'Are you okay mate?'

Danny nodded as Harriet fumbled through a first aid kit, pulling tape and gauze out and a few bandages. She carefully began to tape the cut together, placing a thick wad gauze over it, wrapping three bandages tightly around Danny's arm.

'How does that feel?'

'Fine,' Danny muttered, looking at the floor.

'How could they do something like that?' Harry asked, dropping into the chair beside Tom.

'Who knows. They're evil sons of bitches,' Danny shrugged, gently pulling his blood-sodden jacket down over the bandages.

'But seriously, what did we do to them? They can't just go around slicing people's arms open...' Harry said, biting his lip with concentration.

'Hey, is anyone with Dougie?' Tom asked suddenly, looking around. The others looked at each other.

'Fuck!' Harry shouted, shoving his chair out so fast that it fell to the floor with a loud crash as he sprinted up the stairs. Another huge gust of wind blew up, the whole house shaking, as the others followed Harry up the stairs. He reached out to open Dougie's door to his room, but it slammed shut in his face.

'Dougie!' Harry shouted, moving the doorknob furiously. But it was locked. The others watched as Harry began to kick at the door and pound his fists against it, getting more and more angry.

'Harry, mate, relax!' Tom shouted, grabbing at his arms and pinning them to his sides. Harry turned to look at Tom, tears pouring down his face, blood running down his knuckles.

'I'll go and see what's going on...' Margaret said quietly, moving past the others and floating through the wall. It was silent until suddenly a high pitched, terrified scream pierced the air.

'No-. Please! Don't!' Margaret's voice shouted.

'Margaret?' Danny yelled, rattling the doorknob again. She screamed again, a loud pitched, horrible noise. Abigail went to move forward to go through the wall as well.

'No!' Tom shouted, 'we don't need two ghosts in there!'

'But-.'

'I know...' Tom whispered, a silent tear running down his cheek as Margaret screamed again.

Suddenly, the screaming stopped and the door clicked open. Harry pushed through it first, Tom, Harriet Danny, Abigail and Melanie following. What they saw made them feel sick. Dougie, still lifeless on the bed, had scratches up and down his face and bruises along his wrists. He'd been sick again and his nose had been bleeding. All the fingers on his right hand were bent at strange angles. There was a pool of silvery, ghostly looking substance on the floor beside the bed. Harry went to race forward to Dougie, but was slammed against the wall. Tom, Harriet and Danny followed, held there by invisible forces.

'Where's Margaret?' Melanie yelled angrily. Margaret suddenly appeared into the room, looking as though she'd been shoved from behind. She looked worse than Dougie. An eye and lip were swollen, her nose had silverish-looking blood running from it and she could barely move. Her arm was bleeding, running onto the floor, leaving puddles of the same silvery substance beside Dougie.

'Who did it?' Melanie exclaimed in shock, catching Margaret as her knees gave out.

'Donald,' she whispered, closing her eyes, leaning into Melanie's chest.

'Donald? What the fuck is he doing here? Why the fuck is he doing it?' Danny shouted, but soon yelled out in pain. Another deep cut forced its way along his other arm.

'Danny!' Harriet exclaimed, struggling against the forces that held her. But she stayed stuck, like the others. Danny gritted his teeth as blood ran down his arm, unable to stem the bleeding.

'Show yourself you cowardly bastard!' Harry screeched.

'You called?' a voice from behind said, and Donald ambled into the room with a sadistic smile on his face.

'What did you do to Dougie?' Harry shouted.

'Oh, nothing. He's just become a little part of me,' he smirked, walking to Dougie, gently running a hand across his forehead.

'You didn't?' Tom gasped and he laughed.

'Oh. I did.'

'Let him go right now!' Danny exclaimed, his face deathly pale as a small pool of blood from his bleeding arm formed on the floor.

'I would. But, you know. I don't want to,' he said, giving a huge, cruel grin. He lifted a finger, flicking it at Dougie. A red mark appeared on his cheek, like he'd been punched. He didn't stir.

'Let him go!' Harry shouted.

Donald turned to face Harry, still grinning. 'No.' A large mark like a burn forced it's way across Harry's hand. He yelled in pain, gritting his teeth and biting his lip.

'Hmm... know what? Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll make you a deal. You give me the ghost girl-,' he motioned at Margaret, still cowering in Melanie's arms, 'and I'll give you your precious Dougie.'

'No!' Tom shouted.

'Ha,' Donald laughed, 'fine then.' He flicked his hand at Margaret, leaving a deep wound on her cheek. She screamed in pain, Melanie grasping her tighter. He then turned to Dougie, flicking his hand at him, a cut appearing across his nose.

'Leave them alone!' Harry exclaimed.

'Nope,' Donald said shortly, 'I'll give you hour to get back.'

'Back from where? What if we don't?' Danny asked.

Donald chuckled. 'You'll see.'

Everything turned black.