Chapter 4
Percy watched as Tyson's eyes began to droop. "Not so bad here," murmured Tyson drowsily.
Percy checked his watch. It was 11:45. Almost two hours had passed, and nothing had happened. Well, unless you wanted to count the bat that flew out of their room. That had freaked Tyson out a little, but still. There was no sign of a ghost.
Tyson leaned up against Percy and closed his eyes, relaxing. That was, until they heard the thumping noise. It was faint at first, and Percy was almost sure it was his imagination. Then it got louder, and louder, until it sounded like someone was jumping rhythmically on the ceiling above them.
He grabbed his flashlight and pushed Tyson, edging slowly towards the stairs. Tyson whimpered, now wide awake. "Stay here," commanded Percy.
Of course, Tyson didn't listen. He just crept behind Percy innocently, like Percy had never said anything. The thumping stopped, but the brothers continued to climb up the groaning stairs. Once they reached the top, the discovered the room that appeared to be directly above the one they had been lounging in. They entered the room.
Percy stepped in front of Tyson protectively, and let his flashlight illuminate the room. There was nothing in it at all. It was completely empty, except for a few hundred years worth of dust coating the floor.
"It was nothing," decided Percy. He turned around to walk out the door, but all of a sudden it slammed shut. Percy tensed, and Tyson huddled closer.
"What was that?" Tyson said.
"The... The wind," suggested Percy, feeling a bit uneasy himself.
"No wind in here," said Tyson, and he began to cry. Before Percy could comfort him, he heard a sound like a plop! He shined his flashlight on the wall and stared in horror. A sticky, red substance was running down all four walls. The blood of her victims runs down the walls, he heard Octavian's voice echoing through his mind.
All of a sudden, he heard a loud scream. It was an ear-splitting, terrified scream, but it also sounded a little bit mad, too. Tyson began to scream as well, and his tears slipped into his open mouth.
"Come on!" said Percy, grabbing Tyson by the hand and yanking him towards the door. The screaming continued as he threw the door open. He ran into the hall. He didn't shine his flashlight towards the stairs that led to the next floor, but he could tell that whoever was screaming was on the stairs. So he did the most impulsive, ADHD thing he had ever done.
He let go of Tyson's hand and charged after it. The presence on the staircase soon became a silhouette. The figure realized where Percy was headed, and jumped up, sprinting up the stairs. It was wearing all black, and its face was hidden in the darkness.
It didn't take long for Percy to catch up with the figure, but it was fast. No matter how hard he ran, the figure seemed to run a little harder. They climbed to the third story, the forth, the fifth, until there was nowhere else to go.
The figure took off down the hallway and darted into a doorway, attempting to slam the door in Percy's face, but he was too close. He forced himself in the room before the door closed and slammed the figure up against the wall. It made a choking noise.
Percy noted that the figure was small and lean, and completely solid. In other words, definitely not a ghost.
"Who the hell do you think you are, terrorizing my little brother like that?" demanded Percy.
The figure didn't respond. Percy grabbed its hood and threw it back. When he did, he caught his breath. She had blonde, curly hair, tan skin and ice blue eyes. He was inches away from the face he had seen in the window, the "Ghost Girl" of Violet Hill.
Aha! So, my plot unfolds even more...
Sorry about the short chapter, but this is a busy week for me... I'm filling out my high school application!
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