Chapter 7 : Bump in the night
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“So how is this supposed to work?” Christie asked flicking her hair to one side. She stared daggers at Lily as she did so, obviously not happy that she was there. Lily somehow got the impression that they had thought this was a private party.
“Simple. You tell ghost stories til people get spooked and leave.” Sirius said helping himself to a cupcake that James and Remus had just delivered.
“But ghosts are real, as if I am going to be afraid of them!” Hazel sniffed looking at her friends for approval. Libby nodded and Hazel seemed satisfied with this. “I didn’t think we were really going to tell stupid ghost stories!”
“What did you think spook fest meant?” Lily asked.
“Did I ask you?” Hazel snapped.
Lily didn’t answer instead raising an eyebrow, in doing so challenging her to a silent duel.
“Uh.” Hazel sniffed after a few moments, looking away, her arms crossed stubbornly.
Christie took the opportunity to suggest a game of truth or dare to which everyone immediately began to object to. Lily probably would have joined in but she was still focused on Hazel. She had to question what made her so bitter. She rarely seemed to smile let alone laugh…
“If she scowls anymore her makeup will crack.” Sirius whispered to Lily. Lily’s eyes widened as she tried to hide her laughter and failed. It came out as a mixture between a snort and a splutter that drew everyone’s attention away from their bickering.
“Something to share with the class Lily?” Remus joked.
Lily shook her head, her hands still covering her mouth just in case another sound came out.
“Lily was just saying that she has game guaranteed to scare the pants off anyone.” Sirius said looking at Lily who struggled for a moment before removing her hands and laughing freely.
“Another of your private-jokes?” James asked in a somewhat testy voice watching her and Sirius.
Lily shook her head her laughter disappearing abruptly. She cocked her head to one side to study James. He was looking at Sirius not at her and like her and Hazel a few moments earlier they seemed to be having a silent battle of some sort.
“So who’s going to start?” Remus asked quickly interrupting them. “’Cause I don’t know about the rest of you but I have no idea what classifies as a spook story.
Emma shrugged. “I only have the ‘stupid’ ones. From before I found out I was a witch. General stuff. Ghosts and maniacs stuff.”
“Yeah me too. Real spook stories.” Lily agreed moving to the floor so she was in the circle too. Wrapping her quilt around her shoulders she leant forward. “The good kind. And tonight, on the night when spirits roam free is the perfect night to hear them. Even if you do claim to be brave.” She said waving her wand to extinguish the lights except for one which she summoned to her. “Have you ever heard the tale of bloody Mary?” She asked in a low toneless voice lifting the candle so it illuminated just her face and launching into her story of the vengeful ghost.
“Okay even I have to admit that gave me the shivers.” James said afterwards.
“Do, do, do, do.” Emma sang. “Anyone feel they should check behind them?”
“It was lame.” Hazel said.
“Don’t lie. I saw you a-tremblin’.” Sirius laughed.
“It was still lame. Ghosts can't hurt you.”
“Wanna go chant her name and find out?” He asked.
Hazel didn’t say anything.
“Didn’t think so.” He said smugly. “What else you got Evans?”
Lily thought for a moment. “Okay this one begins on the night like tonight when a young teenage girl was left home alone while her parents went out. We shall name her Hazel the brave.” Lily said looking across the circle at her.
Hazel rolled her eyes. “Oh, my, god…” She muttered.
Lily continued anyway. “‘Make sure to lock the doors.’ Her mother said as they left and all Hazel the brave could do was roll. Her. Eyes.
“After all she was seventeen and it was only one night.
“At around eleven she turned off the radio to prepare for bed only just missing the report warning residents about the psychopath on the loose. Walking around the house she locked all the windows finally calling her beloved dog in before she closed the back door.
“Settling down to sleep she drifted off quickly only to wake again a couple of hours later. Looking around her room she wondered what had wakened her. Then she heard it:
“Drip, Drip, Drip.
“Thinking it was just a leaky tap she rolled over to go back to sleep. But before she went to sleep she reached down for her dog, knowing he was there gave her comfort. He licked her hand and she fell asleep once more.
“A couple of hours later she awoke again to the same sound,
“Drip, Drip, Drip.
“Feeling annoyed she tried once more to go back to sleep, first feeling for her dog again.
“The next time she woke up it was early morning but she could still hear it.
“Drip, Drip, Drip.
“Throwing off the covers she went into the kitchen to tighten the tap. Satisfied that it was not dripping she stepped into the bathroom. The scene that welcomed her made her scream. There, hanging from the shower rail was her dogs’ head, the blood falling into the bath with a drip, drip, drip.
“Behind her the bathroom door swung shut. Standing there was a wild looking man with a machete! He grinned at her…
‘Humans can lick too my precious.’”
“Oooh.” James wailed just to break the silence.
“That wasn’t scary!” Remus laughed. “Mildly disturbing but not scary. There wasn’t even a ghost in it!”
“Poor, poor puppy…” Sirius pretended to sob.
“Uh, Now that was lame.” Hazel drawled with a fake yawn.
Lily just grinned. She knew they were lame and not remotely spooky but that was their charm.
“I had forgotten that story.” Emma said.
“I’ve never heard it before.” James said lying back so he was looking at the ceiling.
“I think you guys growing up in wizarding families missed out on so much.” Lily replied. “Knowing the truth about things must have killed you imagination.”
“Yeah we used to sit around the campfire and tell these kind of stories.” Emma said.
“New years eve tradition.” Lily said. “Or any other night that is particularly fitting. A night like tonight when it seems possible that ghosts could be lurking…”
Sirius shook his head. “Old Uncle Winnie would be so disappointed. I have spent many sleepless nights listening to him. “Ghosts are just misunderstood-“
“Hey! How do you think I feel?” James cut in. ”Knowing I am related to him…”
“How did he die?” Lily asked reaching for a chocolate chip biscuit.
Remus laughed. “You will just have to ask him. Fascinating story really.” He drawled sarcastically.
“Noted.” Emma said. “If I ever meet old Uncle Winnie, don’t ask.”
“Oh! But you must.” Sirius added. “A heart wrenching tale of love and loss, betrayal and deception, of bravery and sacri-“
“Enough already!” James laughed. “You make him sound like a hero who died in a great tragedy!”
“He was heart broken!” Sirius cried.
James scoffed. “He was unstable!”
“Ha,” Sirius shot back. “Must run in the family.”
“Uh. I have no comeback to that. Except for welcome.” James said holding out his arms.
“I take back what I said about lack of imagination.” Lily murmured.
“Sooo… who was next?” Sirius asked.
“Well if you two are quite done I believe it is your turn Emma.” Lily said passing the candle over to her. “Since I told two.”
“Why thank you. Okay…” She said thinking for a moment. “My tale of horror begins on a night much like tonight. One stormy night when Mary-Sue was preparing for her big date.
“Her boyfriend picked her up and they went to the movies, everyone there was talking about a man called the Hook. Someone that had been killing young lovers with the hook he had for a hand. Some said he had lost his girlfriend tragically and wanted revenge… But that was not going to get in the way of Mary-Sues date.
So afterwards they went to the local lovers’ lane. They began to make out until a warning came over the radio. Suddenly lovers’ lane wasn’t so romantic.
“They were all alone out here and she was scared. ‘Maybe we should get out of here.’ She told her boyfriend.
“They argued for a moment until she saw something move in the bushes. ‘Get me out of here now!’ She shrieked.
“‘Jeeze.’ Her boyfriend said in disgust. They drove home in silence and when she stepped from the car he said nothing- Until she screamed.
“There, hanging from the doorhandle was a bloody hook.”
As she finished she looked around the circle. To her surprise Lily began to laugh. “That’s not how it goes!” She cried. “He's supposed to be hiding in the back seat!”
“I think that’s a different one. It’s like the one where he has the boyfriends head on the stick and is thumping on the car roof. They are all the same. Maniacs and whimpering fools.”
“No the one where he tries to scratch through the car roof with a finger nail.” Lily said with a shudder.” That one always got me. Nails screeching d-”
“I am so bored.” Hazel interrupted suddenly standing up. “I’m going to bed. Are you three coming?”
Libby, the sheep she was, immediately jumped up and Christie did the same but Emma shook her head. “I’m staying.”
“Suit yourself.” Hazel huffed. “We will be upstairs when you come to your senses.”
“Does Libby ever say anything?” Remus asked as they heard the dorm door close.
Emma shrugged. “Not around you four.”
“Well that was obvious.” Sirius muttered.
“So you two got anymore stories?” James asked sitting back up.
“Okay. Guess it’s my turn again.” Lily said. “Okay let’s see. Two girls share a dorm. One night Claire said she wasn’t feeling well so Julie said she would go to the library to study. About an hour that night she realised she had forgotten a book so not wanting to disturb Claire she ducked into the room grabbed the book and left without flicking on the lights.
“She stayed in the library until late that night. But wandering back to the dorm she noticed there were people everywhere and police cars around. Pushing her way through the crowd she screamed when she saw Claire’s mangled body in a pool of blood, but what haunted her most was the message written on the mirror.
“‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?’” She finished in a menacing voice.
No one spoke for a moment.
“Evans you do realise we all sleep in dorms right?” James asked his eyebrows raised.
“So? Turn on the light.” Lily grinned. “Besides the only lunatics around are you four anyway... Is Peter asleep?” She added peering around Sirius to look at him.
Everyone turned around to look at him. Peter indeed had fallen asleep curled in the armchair he was sitting in earlier.
“I think he has been asleep for a while.” Emma said.
James burst out laughing. “Hey Padfoot, dare you to lick his hand.”
“That is so cruel!” Lily cried.
“And gross.” Sirius added.
“No, what would be better if it was Hazel,” Emma joked.
“After all she isn’t afraid of anything. It is be-yond boring to her.” Sirius said mimicking her earlier comments and even adding the hair flick.
“Have any of you ever seen the movie Carrie?” Lily asked after they had stopped laughing. “Well… Have you Em?” She added seeing the looks on their faces.
“I’ve read the book.” Emma said with a shrug. “But I heard the ending was different.”
“It was. At the end of the movie Sue leans over Carries grave and suddenly a hand shoots up from the dirt and grabs her arm. But then the scene flicks back to Sue waking up screaming in her bed but her arm is covered in blood. You might have to see it to appreciate it but it was no joke the scariest part of the movie. And I, no joke, screamed along with Sue when that hand shot up. And my evil friend, thinking she was funny-“
“Grabbed your arm in the middle of the night?” Emma guessed.
Lily nodded while shaking with laughter.
“So you are saying that Peter doesn’t deserve that?” Remus asked.
Lily took a deep breath to calm herself. “Exactly.” She gasped.
Emma grinned evilly. “But Hazel does.” She said looking at Sirius.
He shook his head and held his arms in the air. “Babe, you know I can't get up there. So its all you. And we are talking about licking her hand, right?”
“Precisely.” She said standing up.
“What are you doing?” James asked as she made her way to the stairs.
Emma spun around the most innocent expression she could muster on her face. “Just going to see if she is asleep… And maybe to turn the bathroom tap on a little.”
Dear Lindsay the-
She tapped her quill on the almost blank page.
She couldn’t think of a word.
Lindsay the, the…
Uh! this is impossible!
What was Lindsay this letter?
She sighed again and let her head fall to the table with a thump.
“Lily?” Lily lifted her head and spun around in her seat.
“What are you doing?” Sirius asked sleepily from his ‘bed’ on the floor “And what time is it?”
Lily smile apologetically. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake anyone.”
Sirius groaned as he crawled over to the table she was sitting at.
With a yawn he rested his head on his arms. “So what is the time?”
“Just after six.”
“Six?” He whimpered. “That’s not even a real time!”
“Sorry.” Lily repeated.
“That’s all right.” He said lazily.
For a moment they were silent as Lily stared at her page again and Sirius let his eyes close again.
“No I don't want a pickle…” Peter suddenly murmured in his sleep.
“With cheese? Ahhhhhhh…” He said again smacking his lips.
“Does he do that often?” Lily asked pointing over her shoulder at Peter.
Sirius sat up. “Watch this.” He said walking over to Peter. Kneeling down next to him he quietly clucked like a chicken.
“They’re after me!” He cried. Lily stifled a giggle as Peter sat up suddenly.
He looked at Lily laughing at him and turned a nice red colour. “Not funny Padfoot.” He squeaked collecting his pillow and trudging towards the stairs.
Sirius grinned lazily. “He told us once he is deadly afraid of chickens. Something about them pecking his feet.”
“That boy is strange.”
Sirius nodded. “Don’t we know it.” He said moving back to the seat across from Lily.
“Where did Remus go?” He asked with a yawn.
“Left in search of a real bed about an hour ago.”
“Have you slept at all?”
Lily shook her head.
“Wonder if Hazel slept much.” He snickered.
Lily smiled. The mental image of Hazel winters tearing down the stairs screaming about maniacs and leaking taps was one that would stick with her forever. She had taken one look at their faces and instantly turned a stunning shade of red.
“What's up Hazel?” Sirius had asked casually.
She hadn’t time to answer as people started wandering down from their dorms to see what the fuss was about. James told everyone to go back to bed, that it was just a bad dream.
That didn’t sit too well with Hazel.
The look on her face was priceless. Of course it would be all over the school by breakfast that the queen of Hogwarts had had a little bitty nightmare.
Emma had wandered down in the commotion looking dazed and confused with a wink to Lily and the others she had escorted Hazel back up stairs.
“So what are you doing?” Sirius asked resting his head on the table again.
“Trying to write to Lindsay.” Lily frowned. “I can't think of a word.”
“There are plenty of them. Try duck. Umbrella. Cheese. Rainbow. Sauerkraut. Tri-“
“Stop it!” Lily cried.
“Wise move. I could have gone on for a while.”
“I hear you’ve been talking to Lindsay.”
“Maybe. Depends on what your next question is.”
“I don't care. I mean I did but I don’t anymore. I know you don’t know her very well but…does she seem different?”
Sirius shook his head slowly. “But as you said I don’t know her as well as you do. Why? what's the problem?”
“I don’t know…maybe nothing. Maybe I am just reading into things too much. Doesn’t matter.” She sighed.
“You are her best friend. She would tell you if something was wrong.” Sirius reasoned.
“But what if…”
Sirius raised his head “What if what?”
“She- But… It- Well-“
Sirius looked at her meaningfully. “Evans. I am sitting here on less than two hours sleep. Could you possibly make it a little clearer?”
Lily sighed. “Well… what if something has happened and she won’t tell me because she’s…” Lily paused searching for right word. “Scared…” She finished quietly.
“Scared?” He repeated.
“Not scared scared but scared for me scared.”
“Once again that made perfect sense. Okay there is something I am missing here. Can we talk specifics?”
Lily bit her lip. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and didn’t really know why. “She's the bravest person I know.” She said not really answering his question. “I wish I was like her.” She mumbled wiping her eyes.
“Hey, don’t cry.” Sirius said sitting up again. “I don’t like tears. I can't handle tears.”
Lily laughed or more spluttered. “I’m sorry.” She said. “I’m over reacting. It’s fine.”
“You are like her.” Sirius told her. “You would have to be to put up with that one.” He joked motioning in James direction.
“Much better. You sure you’re okay? ” Sirius asked touching her arm lightly.
Lily nodded. “I hope so.”
“I betcha everything is fine.” He said reassuringly.
“Thanks. I really needed someone to talk to.”
Sirius held up his hands and shrugged. “I don’t know that I helped much but anytime Evans.”
Lily took a deep breath and looked again at the blank page and then finally her watch. Startled, she remembered they still had classes today. Behind her James moved in his sleep.
“We better wake him before people start coming down for breakfast.” She said.
“Or we could not and leave him for the sixth year girls to find.”
Lily laughed as James lifted his hand to gesture rudely at Sirius.
Sirius raised his eyebrows at Lily. “Obviously not as asleep as we thought.”
Lily smiled. “I’m going to go get ready for breakfast.” She said standing up.
“Hey Lily?” Sirius called. “My advice? Don’t assume anything. Especially the worst. Ask her.”
Lily bit her lip again. “I don’t think I can. Saying it only makes it real…But thanks anyway.” She said. James had by now sat up and was squinting at her. Lily couldn’t help but think he looked kind of adorable at the moment, almost like a small child. She gave him a small smile and he returned it.
As she marched her way up the stairs she though more about the letter. Maybe he was right. But maybe a few days would make things clearer.
chapter 7... you get this chapter beacuse guess what! its my birthday. and its the seventh. and i just like the number seven. i whish i was seven. it was a good year. instead i am 19. so old... anyways. i wasnt sure about this chapter...like the stories (which by the way i didnt write but you know that! they are the classic...everyone has heard them. tell me your variations though!) yeah i didnt know if i should put them in but i did and theres no letter coz its a long chapter anyway.
an di have something to say. okay reveiws decreasing. does that mean less people like it? i know its not as humourous anymore but does it have to be??? am i only good for my twister humor???? Tell me or i will cry.
And the green aliens name was bumpy. go figure.
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