Shadoe Rose: Part EightMature

Selena slammed the door behind her, shaking with fear. “What the hell happened in there?”

                “I don’t know,” Andrew replied as he watched his door warily, as if Shadoe Rose herself would materialize through the door.

                “Do witches die?” Selena asked as she stepped away from the door into Andrew’s arms.

                He shrugged. “I think we need to read more and try to see what she was involved in.”

                Selena pulled away and walked a few steps down the hallway, then turned around. “Isn’t her journal still in your room?”

                “I’ll get it,” Andrew said quickly. Selena took another step back as Andrew put his hand on the doorknob. It felt normal temperature. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door. The flaming message was gone and the room was completely dark. The only difference was that the room was freezing cold. Andrew took a step into his room toward his bed, hands outstretched. His foot hit something and it crackled. Upon further inspection, he found that it was a thin layer of ice, ice that he correctly guessed covered the whole room.

                Andrew kept walking forward and hit his bed, more ice cracking loudly. He reached out and grabbed the book from his bed. With shaking hands, he tried to break the ice holding it to his bed, but his efforts were in vain. Cursing under his breath, Andrew hit the ice casing over the book harder, but it still wouldn’t break.

                He felt a cool hand slide over his shoulder and across his neck. A soft voice whispered something in French and the ice over the book melted immediately. Andrew quickly turned around, wondering what it had been. Nothing stood behind him.

                Fright fueling his quick movements, he grabbed the book and ran out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

                “What happened?” Selena asked with concern. “You screamed while you were in there. It’s a good thing your parents aren’t here, or we might get in trouble.”

                Andrew shook his head and looked back at his room. “I think Shadoe might be in there.”

                Selena’s face paled as she looked over his shoulder at the closed door warily, as if the ghost would come out. “Can we go somewhere else and read the journal?”

The End

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