
"Well get the hell out then!" Myst yelled, running for the door, dragging demi behind him.

"Erm...right. yea...." Jazz muttered.

"Me?" Myst asked. "Trust me. I'd be happy to." He mumbled, looking at his hand.

Jazz raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you guys on about?"

"Oh. My. God. What the hell is going on?!" Myst yelled.

"Hey guys. Calm." Jazz whispered. "Dont make yourselves too obvious!"

"Hmmm. Yeah. We wouldnt want that." Demi sighed, disapointed. "Shame though."

(ooooooo okayyyyy i get it now :)

"Haha. Yea that." Jazz said, smiling. "Thats right. I heard."

(i dno....i mean....i dnt get wat u sed..?)

"No! Owwwww!" Myst moaned, staring at his hand which was now red and bleeding.

(erm....idk.....u pick one...)

(erm....any brain waves??...)

"Yea sure." Myst said as he reached for the handle. When he touched it, it got scorching hot and he pulled his hand away, the skin bubbling and burning. "Okay...OWW!"

"Yea. I just think we should watch it. I mean, if we get caught....." He trailed off.
"Going soft on us bro?" Demi teased.
"Shutup. Of course not. I just dont think we should kill anyone." Seb snapped.

"A ghost dog. Really?" Myst said skeptically.

"What? Whats wrong?" Myst asked, scared to death.

Demi giggled uncontrollably at the old lady.
"I think thats even guys. Not trying to kill her!" Seb muttered.

"yea...everythings fine....Demi must have just fallen....and...ah hell i cant explain whatever was in here..." Myst stammered.