A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for the reviews in the last chapter, I know this is not very big, but great stuff is planned for the next ones, so keep reading, please! Enjoy this one, and review, please :)

9th August, 2003, 10:29am

Dougie observed the paper stuck in his fingertips, noticing how curly the letters were, and how a love poem could be written there instead of that random, mysterious and scary sentence.

Danny and Harry were as if the TV had hypnotised them, not even realising a paper had flown across the living room and landed on Dougie. That single sentence had been enough to scare Dougie, but he still wanted to understand what was happening. He held the piece of paper tightly with his left hand, tapping Danny's shoulder with the other hand.

'Danny, haven't you seen it?' Dougie questioned him.

'Seen what, Doug?' Danny asked, half smiling. Harry turned to them, trying to understand what was going on.

'The paper. A paper just went across the room, coming from nowhere.' The little blonde explained, opening his left hand in order to show his friends his discovery. However, in his left hand, were lying nothing more than ashes.

9th August, 2003, 5:41am

Tom closed the black book, sighing, and put it inside one of the drawers on the desk, as he was sure no one would open them. He yawned loudly, the recent discovieries had worn him out, and looked at the red watch in the wall of the music room. The whole band would have a meeting with their managers, but it would only be after lunch, so Tom thought it was fair enough that he had some time to sleep. Just as he was going to turn off the computer, he felt a shiver run down his spine, making him wince. Once again, the room had become incredibly cold in just a few seconds, and the window opened, making a scary creaky sound. The cold air of the morning hit him in the face, along with something that flew to the other side of the room. Tom closed the window slowly, and moved warily to the tiny thing that had entered the room. At first, Tom thought it was just some piece of plastic or something that belong to the neighbours, or even a piece of their pool chairs, as it was small and white. He came closer, and picked it up. It was soft and small, and looked like a hospital bracelet, turned inside out. Tom turned it the right way, and noticed there was small name tag on it, written in black, handwritten letters.

'Marie Hills, 665' Was written on the bracelet. On the other side of it, there had been printed what Tom guessed to be the hospital name, 'London Central Hospital'.

He wasn't sure how or why the bracelet had flown to the house, and, more importantly, to the room where he was, as if the window had opened itself on purpose, just to let the bracelet get in. Eyeing the item one last time, he chucked it in the drawer, where he had put the balck book, just a few minutes before.

When Tom turned back to the computer in order to turn it off, he noticed another Word document was open. Sitting down, he gripped the mouse with his right hand, afraid of what was going to happen next. Tom was sure he would never get used to communicate with a ghost through a computer, somehow he felt she was right there with him, just clicking the keyboard as he read the words. Not unexpectedly, a sentence appeared slowly on the white screen.

'I think we're making some progress here, Thomas.' He frowned, trying to think about what she meant with that.

'I don't understand.' He typed.

'You're not dumb, are you? Think of it this way: what do you think the ghosts that áre stuck on Earth wish the most?' Tom looked at the words, breathing heavily. Once again, more words appeared.

'I'm expecting an answer this time, Thomas. What do you think I wish for the most?'

'Coming back to life.' Tom typed, somehow secure about his reply.

'I see you're smart.'

'What am I supposed to do?' Tom wrote. He wasn't sure about the ghost's nature. Tom had a feeling she exactly a kind being (if it is legitimate to consider a ghost as a being), but he had many doubts about what she wanted him to do.

'I gave you clues. I'm sure you can figure it out.' And, like it had happened before, the document closed itself, and the computer turned off on his own, leaving Tom staring into the black screen, his mind trying to think about everything at once, but not being able to focus at all.

9th August, 2003, 10:31am

'I don't understand... It was right here!' Dougie exclaimed in a low voice, looking at the gray, dirty ashes in his hand, from what he believed to be a piece of paper with a somewhat scary sentence written on it.

'What do you mean, Dougie? What was right there?' Harry asked, now genuinely concerned. Dougie looked back and forth between the palm of his hand and Harry.

'Nothing. Forget it. I'm probably just too tired.' Dougie lied. He didn't know why, but he heard a little voice, in the back of his mind, telling him it was better if he didn't say anything. After all, he thought, it was even better if he could forget it.

deeplyinloves: Thank you so much! I hope you liked this chapter :)

Neon Douche: God, it is scary! The one I talked about in the previous chapter happened to me just a few days ago, when I was waking up from a nap in my dad's office. I was looking at him, watching him work, but I couldn't move or talk or scream. Then I started hearing some whispers coming from under me. It only lasted a few minures though. I'm glad you're liking my story, I hope you like the next chapters, a lot more is yet to come! Haha, and all of them will have to face the ghost in later chapters, for now it's just Tom and Dougie. Thank you so much for reviewing :)

FLOYNTERXxx: Well, I need to stop writing these chapters before going to bed! Thinking about this so late at night terrifies me, but helps me think about terrifying stuff to fit into the story! I'm happy you liked the last chapter, hope you enjoy this and the next ones :D