“I’m going to go out on a limb and say it didn’t,” I say.
The ghosts don’t stay still. The angry ghost is flying through the closest wall. Two others fly towards us, as the others scatter.
Sly flings his magic out and the ghosts suddenly stop, as if they’ve been frozen in mid-air. “Not sure how long they will stay frozen,” he says.
Ebby sends his magic out and it hits both ghosts; they shatter and then vanish.
We wait a moment, but they don’t reappear.
“So that worked then. Let’s find the others and zap them,” I say as we leave the room, with the clothes still flying about.
We walk through the house and stop six more, but the angry red one is leading us on a merry chase. We follow the screams and yelps and finally reach the attic room, this room is massive, it runs the whole length and width of the house, but has a half wall, splitting it in two.
This attic was one of Callum's creations. One side has creepy-looking mannequins, the other is filled with dolls. Large, small, old, new, all creepy and all alive.
The dolls are currently sat on the floor having a tea party. That is until we walk in and they all turn and look at us, standing up, all at the same time. Literally all at the same time.
“Because this isn’t creepy or anything,” Ebby says.
“Please tell me Chucky isn’t in here,” Elliot says, looking around.
“Callum did this room,” I tell them. Not moving forward. Dolls always freak me out, but especially these ones.
“Please tell me there are no puppies in here,” Titus asks.
“There wasn’t,” I said. Please don’t let there be any flying toxic killer puppies in here.
“This is the stuff of nightmares,” Ebby says.
The angry ghost is flying around the room with an evil grin on its face. It dive-bombs the dolls and each doll it touches, a knife appears in its hand.
“Oh hell no,” Titus says, sending his magic out and trying to hit the ghost.
The dolls start breaking off into groups and heading towards us.
We all start throwing magic out, but they still keep coming towards us.
Sly sends his magic out trying to hit the ghost, but this ghost is fast.
I leave the dolls to the others and focus on helping Sly.
I have an idea, not sure if it will work, but I create a small whirlwind around the ghost, hoping it will hold it in one place. No one is more surprised than me when it actually seems to trap it. I hold my hand out, keeping the whirlwind in place and the ghost trapped.
“Let’s see if this works,” Sly said, freezing the ghost and the wind.
A doll runs towards us not letting the frozen ghost or wind stop it. It shatters when the doll’s knife hits it.
“Well, that worked,” I say.
I throw my magic at the advancing doll, blowing an arm off.
Sly hits it with his magic and the doll falls down on the floor and doesn’t get up.
I turn to look at the others, just as Justice stops the last doll.
I see Sly send his magic out and look at the others. They look a little battle-scarred, with slashes to their witches’ outfits.
“Any injuries?” I ask.
