Page 22 of Chillingham Castle

“Did someone die from hanging here?” I called out. Why the hell was I seeing them? I refused to look up, but their boots remained in my peripheral vision.

“Jack, you’re continuing to see them?” Reaver checked.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, wrap it up, guys. I don’t know what this is, but it’s worrying.”

“She. Comes,” the Ovilus said.

“Who? Lady Mary?” I asked, turning back to the throne chair where we’d put it.

“She.”

“Who is She? Do you have a name?” I pressed.

“She.”

“We need to move. I think…” Reaver began and was cut off. The Ovilus started chanting ‘she’ repeatedly. “That’s what I assumed was about to happen,” I finished.

I grabbed the Ovilus and yanked the battery out, and the word kept repeating. I held the two parts up, showing them to Suga, and then we got the hell out of there.

Behind us, in a corner, a black figure began appearing, and evil, cackling laughter chased us away.

Chapter Five.

Jack

“Who wants to walk to the lake? I want to explore this story about hands pulling you down,” I asked.

“I’ll come,” Reaver said.

“Count me in,” Coffee and Suga added.

Haunt looked, and I shrugged. The dungeons were off limits, which left us dangling. I wanted to check out the souls-in-the-water tale.

Haunt and his team were heading for the King Edward Room.

“That’s us sorted.” I grinned. “We need some rope.”

Reaver eyed me warily. “We do?”

“Yeah, if one of us is pulled in, then the others need to drag him out,” I said.

Haunt chuckled. “Take a long rope.”

I smirked at my team, who rolled their eyes.

“Go on then, tie it around you,” Reaver mocked.

“I thought you might want to ask questions this time,” I taunted.

“That’s why we have you. You’re the lead investigator and also the presenter,” Reaver shot back.

“Yellow-belly,” I teased as I moved to the edge.

“If anyone’s taking a bath, it’s you,” Reaver responded.

I tied the rope around my waist and stepped into the water. It was surprising how quickly this part dropped off.