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Chap 5
Waiting for the perfect time, Joe, Jamie and along with Erin, reached Danny in his room. Their father was already downstairs after helping Danny with his report, so now they had some alone time together. Closing Danny's door, they each turned to face a very confused but demanding-an-explanation look.
'What are you guys doing in my room?' Danny sighed, dropped his pencil.
'Danny, it's bad news. You have to believe us, please' Jamie begged.
'Oohh, don't tell me. The spooky ghost has returned' Danny wiggled his fingers.
'Danny, we are serious' Joe set it straight.
Rising from his chair, he looked at his siblings, 'serious? You guys actually believe Jamie's story?'
'We do' Erin nodded, baffling Danny.
'The ghost even wrote a note, we have a task to complete' Jamie held up the piece of paper.
Snatching it from his grasp, Danny briefly skimmed the note. Thinking over the message for a moment, he considered through what they have been trying to tell him over the past few days. Their suppose stories of 'the ghost'. To be honest, Danny did somewhat felt they were telling him the truth, but he hates to fall into their games. More importantly, he hated to lose.
Scrunching the note, Danny grimly eyed them, 'I find it funny how it's always Jamie who is encountering the ghost. You know I don't fall for games like that. So why don't you give it up?'
'Danny!' Jamie shouted, grabbing the scrunched up paper.
'Danny, we're not playing a game, the ghost freaked me out too. It really did bang against my wall. Please, I mean it. Believe us. This is no joke' Erin pleaded, tears filling her eyes.
Danny clenched his jaw, glimpsing the three siblings. Are they really telling the truth?
'How do we even know if someone is going to get killed?'
'I don't know' Joe shrugged.
'Then it's not real' Danny quickly concluded, returning to his desk.
Suddenly, to their horror, a scratch formed on Danny's cheek.
'Ow!' he yelled, clutching his face.
'Oh my god...' Erin gasped, Jamie running to Joe.
'I'm bleeding' Danny looked at his hand in alarm.
'Its going to hurt us!' Jamie cried, holding onto to Joe for dear life.
'Its okay, it's okay' Joe hushed, patting Jamie's head.
'Do you believe us now?' Erin dared to ask while her arms wrapped around her shaky body.
Danny was speechless, clearly this was nothing his younger siblings can pull off. This was the real deal.
'I...I...'
'Erin, what's the time?' Joe urgently thought about how much time they had left.
'Its...seven thirty' Erin looked at her watch.
'Ok, we still got spare time' Joe swallowed, feeling the pressure kicking in, 'I say from here on, we are in this together. Who's with me?'
'I am' Erin immediately responded.
Letting go of Jamie, Joe shared eye contact with his little brother.
'I will' Jamie croaked.
Feeling satisfied to have his two siblings supporting him, it wasn't complete without their older brother. Now all eyes fell on Danny. With one hand on his face, he felt like he didn't have any other choice.
'I'm in' he nodded.
'Alright' Joe pulled a small smile in their success in convincing Danny, 'Let's figure out this clue then'
Huddling together on Danny's bed, Jamie unraveled the piece of paper.
'What we need to do is sling a spoon into a patterned glass before nine, right? But what is this patterned glass we have to target?' Erin wondered.
'Well, from the note, the line after the spoon is 'before looks can kill'. For some reason, it makes me think of mum's face when she gets angry with us' Danny spoke out.
'Maybe that's it' Joe narrowed, 'what does mum treasure?'
The room fell silent. All the Reagan's knew exactly what this meant. Mary had many prized possessions displayed all over the house, but one fitted the ghost's description well. Mum's vase.
'We are so dead' Jamie's face fell, knowing what's it's like to break something of his mother's things.
When Jamie was younger, he tended to have a sense of ambition and a venturous attitude, which costed him a big scolding. As any kid would, he wondered what kind of stuff his parents have stored within their room. Finding the door open, he took the one fateful chance. Climbing up onto the bed via bed covers, Jamie crawled all the way to the end where the pillows laid. Right beside the bed was a side table. And on that table was an alarm clock, a photo frame of his parents and a beautiful statue of a ballerina. Wanting to touch the shiny glass figurine, his stubby little fingers couldn't quite grasp around the figure. Slipping from his hands, it tipped off and shattered. From that point, Jamie was yelled at and sent to his room to think about what he did. The statue was a piece from Mary's mother who was a famous ballerina performer. It was all she had left of her mother and now Jamie ruined that sacred memory.
'We have to do this' Danny motivated, 'we are not going to lose anyone to this ghost'
'We need a plan though' Erin pointed out.
'I have one and its simple. All we have to do is have two of us distract mum and dad. Keeping them out of the way, the other two can sling the spoon into the vase' Danny quickly devised.
'But how are we going to sling the spoon?' Joe frowned.
'Ar duh' Danny went off to his desk and opened a draw, 'this baby is the most fun you will have'
Right in Danny's hand was a slingshot.
Joe shook his head. 'I'm not going to say anything'
'Then don't' Danny threw the slingshot at Joe, 'you and Jamie take care of the vase, Erin and I will take care of the parents'
'No way' Jamie conflicted.
'Jamie, this is not the time to be stubborn' Danny glared.
'But I don't want to get in trouble again' Jamie looked down.
Taking pity, Erin sided. 'Its ok Jamie, I'll help Joe, you go with Danny'
Seeing it's not worth arguing over who he is with, Danny kept his mouth shut. Only for this time.
Running downstairs, Erin went off first into the kitchen to fetch a spoon. Without her parents looking as they chatted about the next door neighbours, Erin sneaks back successfully. Acquiring the spoon, Danny and Jamie kept watch at the entrance while Joe and Erin figure out on how they are going to shot the spoon. A few minutes drifted by and all seems well. Not until their father was heading their way.
'Oh crap' Danny whispered.
'I'll do it' Jamie volunteered and stepped out.
'Daddy' Jamie reach up, playing his little love attention card.
'What's up champ?' Frank bent down low and hug his son.
In the other room, Joe and Erin realised their father was close by. It was now or never. If they don't get the shot, it may be a matter of minutes before their mother would call them in for dinner. And with dinner comes chores and with chores, time is wasted. Normally, they finish around nine so, fearing for their lives, they built up the courage to use what they have.
'Let me take the first shot' Erin motioned for the slingshot.
Handing it over, Joe stood back, watching his sister stretching the rubber band. Looking over the vase which was stored on the bookshelf, Joe thought about another possibly that something could go wrong. What would happen when the spoon hits the glass? At the speed travelling from the fired shot! Joe guessed it would at least crack it, meaning the worse outcome.
Aiming just a shelf above the vase, Erin pray in her heart and let the rubber band slip from her fingers. In a second, the spoon flew through the air.
Ting!
Bouncing off the wood, Erin saw her aiming wasn't so precise as she thought it was. The spoon hit the edge of the shelf board and landed on the floor. Hoping the sound of the spoon won't alert their father, Joe rushed over, collected the spoon and took his turn.
'I love you dad' Jamie squeezed his father tight.
'I love you too' Frank was surprised at Jamie's weird behaviour but gladly accepted the warm hug.
Letting go of their embrace, Frank began to head off to the living room.
Damn it.
Panicking, Jamie quickly thought of something to distract his father.
'Uh, dad, wait. I have a question to ask you' he quickly rounded around his father and blocked the doorway.
'What is it?' Frank queried.
'Um...what...wh-at' Jamie nervously tried to think.
'Come on son, you can tell me in the living room' Frank smiled, slipping past his son.
No! Jamie felt his heart jump.
'Wait' Jamie grabbed his father's hand, 'I was wondering...um...what's it-s it like to be a cop?'
Intrigue by Jamie's sudden eagerness, he reluctantly answered and he might as well be honest with him.
'What's it like to be a cop huh? Well, being a cop is an important duty Jamie...'
Ting!
The spoon flew once more but this time it fell too low.
'We need to hurry' Erin whispered, seeing Danny very tensed expression from the doorway.
Fetching the spoon once more, Joe hissed. 'I'm trying'
Ting!
'Quick, give me a shot' Erin gestured.
Ting!
'God, why is this so hard' she sighed, handing over the slingshot to Joe.
'We just need to focus' Joe breathed.
Ting!
Ting!
Ting!
Slowly but steadily, the fear was creeping upon them. It ate at them, it sipped into them. Deep down, losing someone to something as stupid as this would be the biggest regret the Reagan's will have to deal with for the rest of their lives. The more times they missed, made everything useless.
'Please' Erin prayed.
'Do you understand Jamie? It's a lot of responsibility' Frank placed a hand on his youngest shoulder.
'I do' Jamie nodded and smiled. But on the inside, he was screaming at himself to think of something else to stall his father.
'Good' Frank praised and turned to leave.
Thinking of nothing else, Jamie burrowed into defeat. I tried...
'Hey dad' Danny popped up.
'Danny' Frank was startled, 'What happened to your face?'
'Oh this' Danny touched his face, 'I accidentally scratched myself with my nail, stupid huh? Anyway I was thinking we should play some cards, how about go fish? What you say Jamie?' Danny's flick to Jamie to urge him to play along.
'Yeah, let's play' Jamie jumped with pretend excitement.
Sighing, Frank gave in to his children.
Feeling relieved that their father is willing to play with them, Danny lead them to the dining table.
'Sorry not right now, dinner is ready. So you'll have to wait until after' their mother winked from the stove.
Jamie flashed Danny an uneasy look. It's over.
'Dinner is ready!'
Upon hearing the call, Joe and Erin have had no luck so far. Grabbing the slingshot, Joe knew they had one last go.
'You can do this Joe, just concentrate' Erin supported.
'Please let this go in' Joe begged, taking aim with the spoon ready.
'Erin! Joe!' Mary called once again.
Relaxing, Joe took a step back to get a better angle, the rubber band fully stretched.
'Kids' Mary started to head out of the kitchen to find out why they have been ignoring her.
With one more deep breath, Joe the spoon fly through the air. With the weight of their lives on the fate of the spoon, Joe closed his eyes.
Ting!