Hey guys, how do you feel about the varying chapter lengths, and the fact that I only use one POV per chapter? Should I continue to do so, or do you suggest I change it up a bit.

Anyway, I'm creating this story as I type, meaning I do not have any time to check it before posting. Sorry for any minor errors I may have missed.

And to We'rekindacrazylikethat, who asked if Amber liked Eddie in this story, yes. Yes she does. Let us see, shall we? I don't even know what will happen next.

As an early warning, I'm not really good with the mystery stuff in writing, so you may notice that the mystery parts of this story may not be as good as the others.

Thanks for reading guys, and now back to the story.

Alfie

"Well, are you going to the attic or not?", Jerome whispers to me as we get our flashlights our cabinet, or as I'd like to call it, 'the stockroom', because it is where Jerome and I keep all our stuff, but mostly it was Jerome's prank tools. It was like a prankster's heaven in there.

"Let's go", I reply.

We tiptoe up towards the attic door, and we see Patricia, Joy, Eddie and Mick there. Victor was not in his room, so that was a relief. So if he was not there in his room, then where was he?

After a short while, Nina, Amber and Mara arrive and so Patricia tries to turn the doorknob, but the door was locked.

"Step aside, for I am here!" Jerome announced as he walks towards the door and picks the lock. It opens in seconds, and we quietly enter the attic and I close the door behind me, as I'm the last one to enter.

Wow this place was creepy at night. I have been here before, but never at night. And it was scaring me a bit. We all sit down in a circle, as instructed by Amber, and we ask questions for awhile. It was really boring, so I ask up, "Guys, I'm bored. Isn't there a game we can play?"

"What game exactly?," Patricia asks, looking a little annoyed at me.

I have not thought as far as that. So what game?, I ask myself. Before I can answer the question, Jerome breaks the silence with a proposition, "As we're here to know the two newbies better, Truth or Dare seems to be a game fit for us to play."

"Truth or Dare? No way", Patricia complains, clearly not happy with the suggestion Jerome gave us. "So, what's your suggestion then?", Jerome asks Patricia, to which she tries to think of a game, but at the end, gives up. "Fine, we're playing truth or dare!"

Jerome looks around for something to use for Truth or Dare time, while we wait for him to find one. As most of the stuff in here was covered in cloth, it took some time before Jerome found something that can be used to play Truth or dare, more specifically it looked like some kind of circular device with a spinning pointer on top. It looked like some sort of large compass, if you asked me.

"Who will go first?", Jerome asks, so I volunteer to spin the object. When I spin the object's pointer, it keeps on spinning, as if there was something in there that kept it from stopping. We wait for approximately 5 minutes, but the object keeps on spinning, so Jerome has to go find another thing to be used to play Truth and Dare. This time he just finds a discarded bottle, so he returns to the circle and hands me the bottle.

I spin the bottle, and it lands on Patricia. She rolls her eyes and looks at me. Even before I can ask Truth or Dare, she says "Truth"

I have been thinking of the dessert I just ate a while ago, so that was the question I asked.

"What's your favorite dessert?", I ask, waiting for Patricia's reply. I see her get a little embarrassed momentarily, but she puts on her normal face and reply, "Fine, it's chocolate cake!"

"W-w-wait, did you say chocolate cake?", Jerome asks to no one in particular, and then he laughs a bit, which earned him a glare from Patricia, who asked him "What do you care if I like chocolate cake?", to which he answered, "Oh nothing, I was just wondering a while ago why there was more cake in your plate than Alfie's. Now I know why."

Patricia glares at me as she gets the bottle from me and spins it.

We get tired of Truth or Dare after an hour or so, mainly because nobody wanted to take a dare, instead opting for truth all the way, apart from Eddie and Jerome, who dared to be dared and gave us some laughs.

We now stand up to fix the stuff we moved here in the attic, then suddenly I hear a thud. I look around, but it seemed that nobody else had heard it, so it must have been my imagination. Or my stomach. But then I hear it again, and I was sure I was not imagining things. I feel a little scared, so I ask the others, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?", Patricia answers back, clearly hearing nothing of the sort. We continue fixing the stuff on the attic as quietly as possible, and then we leave, one by one. I check to see if the attic was in order, as I am the last to leave, and I see what seemed to be an apparition of a girl walking towards me. With that all my hairs stood up. It was a ghost. Well, I think it was a ghost. And at that, I fainted.

I wake up to find myself sleeping on my bed, with a splitting headache. Then I hear someone whisper, "Chosen one, find your friend before it's too late." I must be imagining things, I tell to myself. I keep that thought out of my head and look at the clock. It was almost breakfast time. Jerome was already out of our room. I stand up, feeling really dizzy doing so, and the headache was not helping. I go to the bathroom and try to wash my face, not noticing that someone else was inside the bathroom.

I finish washing my face, and I look up to the mirror. It was then that I hear the shower stop and I see the shower curtains be moved. I immediately close my eyes, embarrassed that I entered the bathroom while she was in there taking a shower.

Any guess who she might be? Review, and find out next chapter who it is. Hope this was not too boring of a chapter.