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Chapter Three
A Little Bit Spooked

An hour later it was apparent to me that we were all very depressing drunks or we all had just had a really bad day.

We were lounging on the bed in the T.V room. I had my feet on the wall, my head hanging off the bed upside-down, Rose was sat up leaning against the wall and legs sprawled out in front of her and Alice had her head on my stomach and her feet in Rosalie's lap.

"He doesn't even know I exist," Alice was wailing.

"I have no idea what I'm doing with my life." Rose murmured, dazedly.

"I have a ghost in my house." I mumbled robotically.

Alice lifted her head to look at Rose and I took the chance to roll over onto my stomach, my feet in the air. We all took a gulp of our new found drink, "PinMalNoff", a mix of Pinna Colada, Malibu and Smirnoff.

Alice was right, we couldn't taste a thing.

"I'm so in love with him and he doesn't even know." Alice cried.

"I have absolutely no future." Rose sighed.

"I'm being haunted and it's going to drag my out of bed and into the attic." I huffed.

Alice sat up and stared at me, "If you are being haunted it won't be exactly like Paranormal Activity. Though, you might be giving it ideas."

I gasped, sitting bolt upright, "Don't say that!"

"And you don't have an attic, you live in a dorm on the top floor so you'd be dragged onto the roof." She continued practically.

"Great, so it can throw me off the roof instead of taking me to a small secluded environment where not much could happen. That's a cheering thought. Thanks Alice."

"Ugh, guys!" Rose groaned, "We've gone over this. There. Is. No. Ghost."

PING.

We froze. Eyes wide. Mouths gaping. Hearts pounding.

"I see dead people." Haley Joel Osment whispered on the screen on my T.V.

"AHHHHHH!" We screamed running from the room.

"You made it angry!" Alice screeched at Rose as we ran into the kitchen, a bottle of vodka in her hand.

"I did not!" Rose cried, "There is no ghost!"

"Then why are you screaming?" I screamed.

"I don't know, why are you screaming?" She bawled back.

"Because there's a ghost in my house!" I shouted.

"There is no ghost." She shouted back.

"Will you stop saying that?" Alice squawked.

"We need to stop screaming!" Rose screamed.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"AHHHHHHH!" We jumped round to face the door, huddling together.

"Girls?" Came the voice of Emmett, "Why are you screaming?" He was still banging on the door.

"Let us in!" Called Jasper.

I looked at the other two and they were looking back at me warily, still freaked out. Together, we ran for the door frantically trying to get it open and threw ourselves into the arms of the boys.

"What happened?" Jasper asked, perplexed as Emmett rushed inside looking in my bedroom then the T.V. room before coming back to the kitchen.

"God guys," Emmett shook his head, "We thought someone was in here attacking you or something, with all the noise you were making."

We rushed to explain what happened and by the time we had finished Emmett and Jasper were sat at the table gaping at us before suddenly, they burst into laughter.

"It's not funny." Alice huffed, stamping her foot and crossing her arms.

Rose sighed heavily and sat down at the table, slumping in the chair. "Well, look at it from their point of view, Al. Besides, we just got a little…I dunno, spooked."

"Spooked?" Alice asked, incredulously, "Got a little spooked? I was shitting myself!"

I couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, not going to lie I was crapping myself too."

Rose shrugged, "Whatever, it was just electrics playing up or something."

"Oh really?" Alice's eyebrow arched, "That wouldn't seem so stupid if it hadn't already happened to Bella a million and one times! And the film that came on right after you said that there wasn't a ghost. Sixth Sense! "I see dead people!"" Alice all but screeched.

"Look," Jasper said, standing and gently placing his hands on Alice's shoulders, "I think you girls just got a little worked up after having a few drinks. Why don't we all just go to bed and it will all be better in the morning."

I was thankful Jasper seemed to have to ability to calm Alice with a simple touch as he led her out of my dorm. Emmett followed them, still chuckling at our apparently amusing behaviour.

"Sixth Sense isn't even scary." I could hear him chortling at Alice down the corridor.

"You going to be ok on your own?" Rose asked, "You can spend the night with Alice and I if you like?"

I sighed heavily before shaking my head, "No thanks. I think I'll be ok. If I spend one night at yours between Alice and I, I'd get too freaked out to come back."

Rosalie smirked, "Well, if you're sure."

She hugged me, "We're only a few landings away if you need us."

I grinned, "Thanks. G'night, Rose."

"Night, Bells," she waved as she shut the door behind her.

"Right, little ghosty." I murmured hands on hips, "You're not going to be doing anymore spooking tonight."

I made my way to the T.V. room to turn it off but found it wasn't switched on. I frowned with a shrug, maybe Emmett turned it off when he came in here earlier.

But as I laid down, snuggled in bed later on that night, a torch in one hand and a baseball bat under my pillow – what good that would be against a ghost I didn't know – I had niggling annoying little voice in the back of my mind telling me Emmett wasn't in the T.V room long enough to have turned it off.

Sunday morning, I decided enough was enough. With a pounding headache I gulped down some coffee, disgusting stuff, but the only thing that cured my hangovers, I headed downstairs to talk to Tommy.

On my way I found Rose standing in the doorway of her and Alice's dorm talking to Emmett who looked awfully sweaty for nine o'clock on a Sunday morning, he appeared to have just got back from a morning jog.

"Hey, Bells," Emmett grinned, his eyebrows wiggling.

"Err, morning Emmett." I glanced at Rosalie hoping she would know what was up with him and his overactive eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes.

"So…did you set your camera up?" He smirked.

"Am I supposed to understand what you're talking about?" I asked.

"You know…for the spirit or demon or whatever you want to call it. Did you catch it on tape?"

I sighed, shaking my head not even dignifying it with a response but turned to Rosalie, "Speaking of last night, how are you feeling?"

"Nothing a big pancake breakfast can't fix," she shrugged. I shuddered a little, still unable to even think about food. "Can't say the same for Alice though, she's not even up yet."

"Well, all I can say is that's the last time I drink "PinMalNoff""

Rose chuckled, "So where are you headed?"

"Just down to see Tommy. I was going to ask him to see if he could sort of the electrics."

"Yes!" Rose cried, "Finally you've come to your senses. We were just drunk and wound up and got a little creeped out after what you told us."

I nodded though didn't mention how the T.V turned off by itself.

"It's not the electrics," a grumbling voice came from just inside the dorm. Then a very disgruntled looking Alice appeared wrapped in her duvet her short spikes a disarray over her head and hints of black smudges from her mascara under her eyes. "It was the ghost and you made it angry."

"Oh please, Al." Rose sighed, "Enough with the ghost."

Alice shook her head but winced and stopped quickly, "I've got a weird feeling about it."

Rosalie rolled her eyes, "Oh you and your feelings, I have more of a friendship with your feelings than I have with you."

"You cannot deny that when I get a weird feeling whatever I say turns out to be right."

Rose shook her head, "Coincidence."

Alice scowled at her.

"Pancakes, Alice?" Rose said in a sing-song voice moving to the kitchen, a smirk on her face.

Alice clapped her hand over her mouth and shook her head frantically before wincing again.

I laughed, "See you later when you're, err…more recovered."

Alice waved and closed the door as I said goodbye to Emmett and made my way downstairs to see Tommy.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you Bella," Tommy sighed coming from the T.V room to the kitchen where I was sat waiting for the diagnosis, "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong."

I sighed in resignation, "Are you sure?"

He nodded, "You say it keeps turning on and off?"

"Yeah."

He shrugged, "Well, like I said, I don't really know what to tell you. If there was something wrong with the electrics then the lights – at least in that room, anyway – would be turning on and off, too."

I frowned, the entire time he had been here, ever since I had mentioned something wrong with the electrics this morning, he couldn't seem to look me in the eye.

"Why do you use that room, anyway?" He asked.

"Well, if no one else is using it I thought I might as well put it to use."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Is something wrong, Tommy?" I questioned.

He finally glanced up at me, seeming to be internally debating something before saying, "Bella, do you…believe in…I don't know, life after death?"

I stared at him, shocked. In answer to his question I had never much thought about it but since living here I had begun to question, but I think deep down I still hadn't really believed it. Well, until now.

He watched me carefully, "You do, don't you?"

I gave a non-committal half shrug half nod asking eagerly, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, he…he might not be dead but if you've noticed weird things going on then…oh but I don't see why…" He rambled indistinguishably for a while.

"Did…did someone," I gulped, "Did someone die in here…Tommy? Is that why this room was never filled until I applied?"

"No! No, no, no, no. No one died in here. Don't be silly, girl."

"Well, then what?" I asked frantically, desperate to know more.

"It's just…the young chap who had this room before, well…he," He sighed heavily, "He went missing a while back. They haven't found him. And the lad he shared a room with up and left not long after."

"So, you're saying…that this boy might have died? And that's why weird stuff is happening?"

Tommy picked up his tool bag quite abruptly, "I'm not saying nothing. I have to go now, I'm a very busy man."

And with that, he was gone.

I sat staring after him thinking of his abrupt departure and his strange mutterings.

Tommy hadn't given me much to go on and I now had more unanswered questions than what I had to begin with.

I didn't know who this boy was, or if he was really dead, or if I just had an overactive, alcohol induced imagination.

But I knew one thing for sure…I going to find out.

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