REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)
REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)
REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)
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It won’t take too long. Follow me.<br />
Ted watched as the pen and paper floated up into the air and moved towards the door, hovering by the open<br />
doorway and waiting for him to follow.<br />
Hesitantly, the teen got up and went towards it. Beyond was almost pitch darkness; the light from the<br />
room’s table lamp only spilled partly out the door, reflecting off the white surface of the paper, which flapped<br />
a little further off.<br />
Ted glanced back into the room. The others were all soundly asleep.<br />
With the paper, Eddie beckoned to follow. Ted made up h<strong>is</strong> mind and obeyed.<br />
It wasn’t that dark after all, he real<strong>is</strong>ed. The paper and its surrounding area seemed to give off a faint blue<br />
glow, enough for him to see it and follow it.<br />
“Where are we going, dude” he asked as they turned into yet another dark corridor, but Eddie wasn’t able<br />
to answer. Ted looked back, but all he saw was the same blackness that he saw in front. He ra<strong>is</strong>ed h<strong>is</strong><br />
hand to h<strong>is</strong> face and was barely able to make out h<strong>is</strong> fingers. The only thing he could really see was the<br />
paper, still moving onward. He had no choice but to follow.<br />
Suddenly, h<strong>is</strong> foot struck the bottom of a step and he tripped, yelling in pain as he fell and h<strong>is</strong> head hit the<br />
edge of a higher step.<br />
A staircase.<br />
All sense of adventure suddenly gone, Ted felt h<strong>is</strong> way in the dark back on to h<strong>is</strong> feet, wincing as he rubbed<br />
the emerging bru<strong>is</strong>e on h<strong>is</strong> head.<br />
Back in the first room, Neo jolted awake.<br />
He sat up uncertainly, not knowing what had woken him, when h<strong>is</strong> gaze alighted on the sofa where Ted had<br />
been sleeping and he saw that it was empty.<br />
Neo had a bad feeling about th<strong>is</strong>. Getting off h<strong>is</strong> sofa, he went over to the blue one to check to see if the<br />
teen was indeed not there. He wasn’t.<br />
“Ted” he called out softly.<br />
“Yes, ol’ chap, I’d rather like a cup of tea,” Marty murmured, in the midst of a particularly Brit<strong>is</strong>h dream. He<br />
rolled over and let out a small snore, then smiled as in h<strong>is</strong> dream he received the requested cup of tea.<br />
Neo went over to the open doorway and stood there for a moment, squinting out into the darkness.<br />
“Ted” he called out again, a little louder th<strong>is</strong> time. H<strong>is</strong> voice faded off into the silent dark. Neo went back<br />
into the room and stared at the lighted table lamp for several moments. There was a pen on the table, but it<br />
didn’t look particularly suspicious.<br />
He moved back to the doorway again, still stuck in the dilemma of whether or not to go out to look for Ted.<br />
The teen might be in danger; but th<strong>is</strong> was a proven haunted house, after all, and although Neo would have<br />
died rather than admit it, he still retained from h<strong>is</strong> childhood a fear of the dark. And th<strong>is</strong> was dark dark, and<br />
furthermore if he went out there he wouldn’t be able to convince himself that the things going bump in the<br />
night were merely a figment of h<strong>is</strong> imagination, because in th<strong>is</strong> universe such things ex<strong>is</strong>ted, and it was fact<br />
that th<strong>is</strong> place was home to at least two ghosts who might not be as friendly as Frank made them out to be.<br />
Neo returned to the room again and paced a bit. He wandered over to the blue Chesterfield sofa; Ted’s<br />
jacket was draped over one side of it, and Neo checked out the contents of the pocket, more to stall for time<br />
than anything else.<br />
Wallet, house keys, t<strong>is</strong>sue paper, a pen, some strange thing Ted’s aunt gave him, torch, a rather knotted-up<br />
piece of string…