Lockwood's POV

I woke up to a knock at my door, I slowly sat up while I tried to sort out my bed-hair.

Another knock. 'Come in!' I said grumpily, one thing I hate more than people keeping secrets is being woken up. At 1 in the morning?!

George slowly walked in, while he was walking my eyes gave him my 'This Had To Be Important' glare.

George was in his typical green pjs which -by the way- he has been wearing for 6 days straight without washing... Yeah.

The rapier in the corner of my room glistened from the moonlight from the crack in my curtains. The desk next to me is full of emergency iron and silver which has chipped the wood. A re-read book lied open on my page I'm up to. George sat on the bottom of my black sheet bed.

'Lockwood, we need to talk about Lucy.' George said fiddling with his fingers. I might love Lucy, but George does also and we both know that. We agreed that it was up to her to decide who to be with.

Once I heard her name my heart jolted, my mind went straight to the wolf and the message. 'What about her?' I said calmly- really I'm worried.

'I don't know for sure, I've read hundreds of things but this I don't understand.'

'Just get to the point, mate.' I sighed, George got closer to me.

'The wolf, you said it wrote something before it attacked her. What was it?' George had worry in his eyes, I look down. 'Tell me... Please?' He added.

I told him and he jotted some things in a note pad he had. Somehow I didn't see that.

'George what is going on?!' I snapped, he shot up at me panting slightly.

'S-sorry. Alright.' He cleared his throat. 'I've looked at the bite mark against a wolf's, they don't match, granted the depth is but the position isn't. I checked with human and it a-lines.

'Humans?' I said confused, George took off his glasses and cleaned them nervously on his shirt before pushing them back up.

'For some reason yes.' I yawned and George sighed before carrying on. 'She was awake when I went down to get a drink. But she wasn't herself.'

'How so?' I took a sip of water on my little bed side table. George kept jotting down notes as he spoke.

'Talking to her was normal, but when I was walking back here for something else. She was peeling away her skin smiling. It was so weird.'

Our Lucy doing that? I lie on my back trying to take it all in. I can't believe that... But then again, George can't lie. Even if he practised.

'This is the main reason I came here.' George said pulling me up so I sat up. I didn't want to sit up but I guess it's important.

'The skull, it talked to me. No don't give me the shocked face not directly. He used clothes to make words like a poltergeist. It said things like lock Lucy up, it's our only hope and I'm just trying to stop her.'

I spent a few minuets trying to understand all of what he told me. Lucy isn't right, the wolf is probably a changer and the skull is saying lock her up...

Turns out I couldn't take it. I fell fast asleep

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Skulls POV

I tried to warn the chubby idiot, but I don't know how he took it.

Any Visitor near that Listener becomes stronger, but also more scared. That's how I could write.

It was hard to see my torturer since everything is dark and blurry from life things, but I was glad I could get to him.

Once morning came, I was put on the table like I normally am in the morning. Lucy was still asleep on the couch even though the morning sun was shining on her through the open curtains.

I don't know what the owner sees, but such a bright Light is all around Lucy.

Not even I know, and I'm one of the oldest Visitors, what type it is. All I can hear is small whispers of a deep voiced girl.

A hand stroked my glass prison and I glared at George, granted my plasm thought that was nice I hate the noise it makes.

The only person I can properly hear is Lucy, so others are either muffled or I have to mouth read.

Lockwood put one of Lucy's sketching paper in front of me and George put a filthy pen on top.

'Talk using this.' George mouthed. White hands grabbed the pen and lifted it, if only I was out of here... I might be able to kill Lucy before it's too late...

'Ok idiots what do you want?' I wrote, Lockwood rolled his dark eyes.

'Listen,' Lockwood began, I could just about hear him. I keep glancing back at the sleeping girl. 'You talked to George, correct?'

I nodded.

'What's going on? Tell me as much as you can. Is she possessed?'

Ha, possession is impossible unless they're dead. I just stay still for a few moments, like a statue.

'He's not going to say, Lockwood. He hates us remember.' George said with a sigh at the end. I know how much Lucy means to both of them, and without her who am i going to talk to and annoy?

'You must be kidding me. Possession is impossible! However, your not far off.' I start to write, the two boys behind me start to read what I write. My handwriting isn't great, only just readable.

'Look, I don't know what's going on. Alright?' Both boys nod. 'I can give you two idiots some hint of what might be happening.

'Lucy's Talent is strong as you might know, heck she can talk to me and others of my kind. But haven't you noticed how strong she truly is? A Visitor is watching over her.' Writing was so hard for me I had to write it slow, and I could see how annoyed George was as he wanted me to go quicker. I turned to them with the notepad and pen, I looked down.

'Death's in life and life's in death.' I wrote over and over till I wrote it 5 times. They looked confused until I changed the words. 'Visitors in Lucy and Lucy in death.'

'What's that suppose to mean?!' George shouted. 'I bet he's just messing with us!'

I shook my head. 'Lucy is dying. And possession only happens when a body is dying. But Lucy isn't being possessed. She's being controlled. The Visitor was a Psycho or something when it was alive.

'Lucy has been having dreams, dreams of her killing you two, her family. But those dreams will come true. Her dreams are never just dreams. Trust me. You have till her bite goes black. Then lock her up. Never see her, don't feed her.'

My hand got tired and it faded, I started to 'fall asleep'. Visitors don't sleep but they can rest.

'Lock her up? No! I won't!' Lockwood shouted upsetly, I sighed and looked at him and mouthed, 'It's for everyone's sake. Ghosts and humans alike.'

Then I rested while the other re-read everything I wrote.