chapter23

"Oh Jamie, thank goodness!" Amelia breathed, gasping for air. Together they raced out of the abandoned school, gripping each others hands as if their lives depended on it.

"Where's...the...ancestor?" Jamie panted, as they pelted down the dusty road. "Let's concentrate on somewhere to hide for the time being,shall we?" replied his sister, glancing around for the spirits. They were nowhere to be seen. Somehow, their absence seemed more threatening than thier presence, as if they were lurking around the corner, ready to...she shook her head and sent the thought to the back of her mind. Now was not the time.

"Hey Amelia," Her brother's cry brought her out of her revirie. "Look, maybe we can hide in there!" They ran into a dilapidated old house, the floorboards creaking under thier feet. the roof was almost falling in, and there was no glass in the windows. It was cold, daughty and uncomfortable. Not a place you' d choose to spend the night in. But it was safe.

"Who's there?" the sharp noise made Amelia squeak with fear. To the sibling's surprise, the ancestor rose out of the corner and glided towards them. "Jamie, Amelia! Thank goodness you're all right. I was so worried," She peered round them, checking for any signs of the spirits.

Jamie turned round as well. He peered into the already darkening night Out of the corner of his eye, she saw a glint of lived, blood red.

Spirits!