Episode 3: The Disappering Couch Mystery
"Did you hear that?" Kyle Fillmore whispered. "It sounds like someone is following us."
"Don't be ridiculous. Who else but us would be here tonight? This place is abandoned," Rita said
"I don't know," Kyle said. "Maybe it's the same person who is haunting the tower!"
"I don't believe in ghosts," Rita said seriously.
"No, you wouldn't. Even if it came up and said 'Boo!' in your face."
"I believe there is an explaination for everything - a logical explaination not a woo-hoo explaination."
"You're seriously close to hurting my feelings," Kyle said, somewhat seriously. He did believe in ghosts even if she didn't. He also belived in gut instincts and vibes. And those instincts have saved him more than once in his young life.
Rita ignored his comment. She knew he'd get over it. He always did.
"What do you think is really going on in this house, Rita," Kyle asked. "I have a hard time believing you're buying into this whole 'ghost' theory."
Rita smirked, but Kyle couldn't see her amusement since he was walking behind her into the entrance of the dark tower.
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, because you're you. And I don't think there are enough tests to prove the existance of a ghost to you.
Rita directed her flashlight around the first corner. The darkness seemed to envelop the length like a long black hole.
Kyle tapped Rita on the shoulder. "How long will it be until you solve this mystery? Because my parents are expecting me home for dinner."
As they inched down the hallway it quickly opened up into a large area that probably looked more like a living room than it realistically should.
"This is very odd," Rita whispered. "Mrs. Cresswell told me that nearly every piece of furniture had been scavanged over the years." She tapped a single finger to her lips. "If that was ture, why is this room still intact?"
Kyle snickered. "Maybe your ghost is really into interior design. Or maybe the ghost is luring you into its trap by inticing you with suede furniture and awesome light fixtures... Or maybe this place isn't as abandoned as the old lady thinks."
"Kyle!"
"What? Technically she is old and she is a lady."
Rita shook her head. "Although, you may be right about this place not being abandoned. She's shown me photos of the inside of the tower and it looked nothing like this."
Kyle began to sit on the appealing-looking couch and instead of reveling in its plush goodness, he ended up sprawled on the floor. The couch looked like it was there but really it was an illusion. He jumped up and stood away from the couch.
"It's not there," he yelled backing away. "The dang thing is not really there at all."
Rita, who hadn't seen Kyle's tumble, gave him a strange look. "What are you talking about?"
"The couch is not really there. See for yourself."
Rita leaned down to touch the arm of the elegant suede couch but when her hand failed to touch anything she lost her balance and stumbled forward until she found herself standing in the middle of a couch that was only being projected into the room.
"Whoa! Whoever's haunting this place is not quite as dead as Mrs. Cresswell expects," Rita said.
Suddenly, without warning, all the beautiful furnishings in the room disappeared. What was left behind was an empty room filled with grafetti on the walls and a grungy, delapated look to the space. Even the dank musty smell of the room began to fill their nostrils.
"We need to get out of here," Rita said. "I think someone's watching us."
"Finally, you're speaking my language."
Rita and Kyle ran back to the front door. They tried the handle but just like Kyle had discovered - there wasn't one.
"Oh, no! I forgot about that. We're trapped!"
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