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“While I was exploring the place, there were a bunch of rooms I couldn’t get into. It was like the doorways and walls had turned solid, which was really weird for me, seeing as solid isn’t really something I deal with anymore. Then I came back here and tried to get in, to see if you were back yet, and I couldn’t do it. Maybe I can only enter when you’re in the room?”
“I don’t know,” I said, tracing a finger around the grooved shape of the ward. “I don’t think it’s supposed to work like that.”
“I want him to be here. Maybe the ghost can get in if you invite him. You know, like vampires,” Hannah said.
“Vampires? Okay seriously, can we just stick to ghosts? I think that’s about as much paranormal interference as my life can handle right now,” I said, hands raised in front of me.
“I was just kidding,” Hannah giggled.
“Hello? Doesn’t anyone want to know what I found out?” Milo said with a pout.
“Okay, okay. What did you find out?’ Hannah asked.
“I know who left the love note on your door,” he sang in triumph.
I dropped my bag, bounded across the room, and clambered onto the bed. “Really? Who?”
“There are at least three of them. One of them is named Peyton; she lives across the hall, three doors down from here.”
“Yeah, I had the displeasure of meeting her already,” I said.
“Her roommate is involved too, Olivia. They were talking with a third girl, but I didn’t catch her name. I heard them plotting in the alcove by the staircase about how they were going to get rid of the paint without anyone finding it.”
“You didn’t let them see you, did you?” Hannah asked.
“No,” Milo said with a sigh. “I took Jess’ advice for once and didn’t materialize. It would have been much more fun to tell them off, but I think it’s better that they don’t know I was there. I tried to follow them back into their room, but I couldn’t get in, probably because of those ward thingies. That’s where the evidence is, though.”
Hannah bit her lip. “Who should we tell? Celeste? Karen?”
“Nobody,” I said firmly, getting back up and retrieving my bag.
Milo’s mouth dropped open. “You aren’t going to bust them?”
“No.”
“But how else are we going to get those bitches kicked out?” Milo asked.
“I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they got to us,” I said. “Besides, even if we did tell someone, do you really think the Council is going to do anything about it? Peyton’s mother pretty much runs that show, from what I can tell.”
“You’re probably right,” Hannah said.
“Can I at least go wreak some havoc?” Milo pleaded, hands clasped in supplication. “You know, go all poltergeist on their asses? Pretty please?”
The corner of my mouth twitched in spite of how hard I was trying to stop it. “We’ll see. For now I think we’ve got all the trouble we can handle, don’t you? I’m going outside to sketch. Can you bring my clan stuff down to the entrance hall? I’ll meet you there.”
I spent the intervening hours lost in the pages of my sketchbook out on the grounds. If Fairhaven Hall’s castle was something out of a gothic horror story, then the grounds were something out of a fairytale. The gardens were full of forgotten corners and statues worn to vague suggestions of their former detail, and stone walls so old it seemed the ivy and brambles tangled across them were trying to keep them from falling apart. Every so often, I would glimpse a figure here or there that faded away before I could study it. Once I heard a snatch of singing in a woman’s soft Irish brogue. It sounded like a lullaby, and made me at once sad and comforted. I sketched until my fears and anger dulled to the same vague, featureless masses as the statues standing watch over the flowerbeds. As it always did, drawing calmed me down, gave me a sense of control and allowed me to think more clearly.
We were here. We
“While I was exploring the place, there were a bunch of rooms I couldn’t get into. It was like the doorways and walls had turned solid, which was really weird for me, seeing as solid isn’t really something I deal with anymore. Then I came back here and tried to get in, to see if you were back yet, and I couldn’t do it. Maybe I can only enter when you’re in the room?”
“I don’t know,” I said, tracing a finger around the grooved shape of the ward. “I don’t think it’s supposed to work like that.”
“I want him to be here. Maybe the ghost can get in if you invite him. You know, like vampires,” Hannah said.
“Vampires? Okay seriously, can we just stick to ghosts? I think that’s about as much paranormal interference as my life can handle right now,” I said, hands raised in front of me.
“I was just kidding,” Hannah giggled.
“Hello? Doesn’t anyone want to know what I found out?” Milo said with a pout.
“Okay, okay. What did you find out?’ Hannah asked.
“I know who left the love note on your door,” he sang in triumph.
I dropped my bag, bounded across the room, and clambered onto the bed. “Really? Who?”
“There are at least three of them. One of them is named Peyton; she lives across the hall, three doors down from here.”
“Yeah, I had the displeasure of meeting her already,” I said.
“Her roommate is involved too, Olivia. They were talking with a third girl, but I didn’t catch her name. I heard them plotting in the alcove by the staircase about how they were going to get rid of the paint without anyone finding it.”
“You didn’t let them see you, did you?” Hannah asked.
“No,” Milo said with a sigh. “I took Jess’ advice for once and didn’t materialize. It would have been much more fun to tell them off, but I think it’s better that they don’t know I was there. I tried to follow them back into their room, but I couldn’t get in, probably because of those ward thingies. That’s where the evidence is, though.”
Hannah bit her lip. “Who should we tell? Celeste? Karen?”
“Nobody,” I said firmly, getting back up and retrieving my bag.
Milo’s mouth dropped open. “You aren’t going to bust them?”
“No.”
“But how else are we going to get those bitches kicked out?” Milo asked.
“I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they got to us,” I said. “Besides, even if we did tell someone, do you really think the Council is going to do anything about it? Peyton’s mother pretty much runs that show, from what I can tell.”
“You’re probably right,” Hannah said.
“Can I at least go wreak some havoc?” Milo pleaded, hands clasped in supplication. “You know, go all poltergeist on their asses? Pretty please?”
The corner of my mouth twitched in spite of how hard I was trying to stop it. “We’ll see. For now I think we’ve got all the trouble we can handle, don’t you? I’m going outside to sketch. Can you bring my clan stuff down to the entrance hall? I’ll meet you there.”
I spent the intervening hours lost in the pages of my sketchbook out on the grounds. If Fairhaven Hall’s castle was something out of a gothic horror story, then the grounds were something out of a fairytale. The gardens were full of forgotten corners and statues worn to vague suggestions of their former detail, and stone walls so old it seemed the ivy and brambles tangled across them were trying to keep them from falling apart. Every so often, I would glimpse a figure here or there that faded away before I could study it. Once I heard a snatch of singing in a woman’s soft Irish brogue. It sounded like a lullaby, and made me at once sad and comforted. I sketched until my fears and anger dulled to the same vague, featureless masses as the statues standing watch over the flowerbeds. As it always did, drawing calmed me down, gave me a sense of control and allowed me to think more clearly.
We were here. We
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