• After listening to his story, my face had turned white and I was shivering with fear. I felt horribly guilty. Why hadn't I persuaded Liam not to go up to the second floor? We could've avoided Liam's pain. Suddenly, the school bus rumbled down the road and stopped at the bus stop. Both me and Liam jerked our heads as the usual loud rumbling of the bus rumbled all around the bus-stop. I wasn't sure, but it seemed that everything Liam hears will bring fresh panic and alarm to his face. After listening to his story, who wouldn't? It was worse for Liam. He was so exhausted, his shoulders slumped. We climbed onboard the school bus. Lots of excited chatter was filled around us. We sat at a more empty area, discussing about what we should do. 'Liam, we have to go back to the haunted castle!' I suggested. 'No way!' he almost shouted. He was quivering with fear, his face rigid with distress. 'But it's the only way!' I protested. Liam didnt seem convinced at all. I carried on. 'That's the only way to get our answers!' Liam shrugged, 'I dont need the answers.' It was just like Liam, so irresponsible for his actions. 'Liam!' I scolded, 'What if another kid becomes another victim of the boy? He'll continue doing this you know! Surely you're not that bad to let another one of our friends get hurt?' My voice rose higher with every sentence. Liam's face was unsure. Then, suddenly, two heads popped up from behind our seat. Liam and I were taken off by surprise at the sudden movement. We looked behind and saw Melissa and Cornellia, two other girls in our class and the look on their faces told us that they heard everything..........

    TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 7