مدرسه روح زده فصل 06

The haunted School - Chapter 6

“Oh, nooooooo!” I let out a wail of horror.

The paint cans fell from my hands and clattered heavily to the gym floor.

One of the cans rolled in my path, and I stumbled over it as I hurtled toward my new friends. “Thalia! Ben!” I screamed.

They both giggled.

And raised their heads from the floor, grinning.

Ben opened his mouth in a long, phony yawn.

“We got so tired waiting for you, we fell asleep!” Thalia declared.

They both laughed again. Ben shot Thalia a high five.

They both climbed to their feet. Thalia hurried over to her purse. She pulled out a lipstick tube and began applying another red coat to her lips.

Grinning, Ben narrowed his eyes at me. “You got lost—right?”

I nodded unhappily. “Yeah. So? Big deal,” I muttered.

“I win the bet!” Ben cried happily. He held out a hand to Thalia. “Pay up.” “Whoa! I don’t believe you two!” I exclaimed. “You bet on whether I got lost or not?” “We were pretty bored,” Thalia confessed. She handed Ben a dollar.

He shoved it into his jeans pocket. Then he glanced up at the big scoreboard clock. “Oh, wow!” he cried. “I’m late! I promised my brother I’d get home by five.” He ran to the bleachers and started gathering up his backpack and jacket.

“Hey, wait—” I called. “I want to tell you what I saw upstairs! I mean, it was so weird. I—” “Later,” he said, pulling on his jacket as he jogged toward the double doors.

“But what about the red paint?” I cried.

“I’ll drink it tomorrow!” he shouted. Then he disappeared out the doors.

I watched them bang shut. Then I turned to Thalia.

“He’s pretty funny sometimes,” she said. “I mean, sometimes he makes me laugh.” “Ha-ha,” I muttered.

I picked up the cans of red paint and carried them over to our banners on the floor. “Sorry it took me so long,” I told her. “But—” She was brushing some kind of makeup onto her eyelids. “You saw something weird upstairs?” she asked, glancing at me over the little round mirror she held in her free hand.

“Well, first I ran into the hall and knocked over this weird girl,” I told her.

Thalia narrowed her eyes at me. “What weird girl?”

“I don’t know her name,” I replied. “She’s big—a lot taller than me. And really tough looking. And she has the weirdest gray eyes, and—” “Greta?” Thalia asked. “You knocked over Greta?”

“Is that her name?” I replied.

“Dressed in black?” Thalia asked. “Greta always dresses in black.” “Yeah. That was her,” I said. “I knocked her flat. Then I fell on top of her. Smooth move, huh?” “Watch out for her, Tommy,” Thalia warned. “Greta is definitely weird.” She started to roll up her banner. “So what happened to you upstairs?” “I heard something,” I told her. “When I got to the art room. I heard voices. Kids’ voices. But when I went inside the room, there was no one there.” “Huh?” Thalia’s mouth dropped open. “You—you heard them?” she stammered.

I nodded.

“You really heard them?”

“Yes. Who were they?” I demanded. “I kept searching for them. All over the third floor. I heard them, but I couldn’t see them. And then Mrs. Borden—” I stopped talking when I saw that Thalia had tears in her eyes.

“Hey—what’s wrong?” I asked.

She didn’t answer me. She spun away—and ran from the gym.