CHAPTER 3
As I slowly came to, I found myself lying on the ground, my head throbbing with pain. Dominique and Fynn Blessing were standing over me, their faces etched with concerned.
"Lilweyni, can you hear me?" Dominique asked, shaking me gently.
I nodded, trying to sit up. Fynn Blessing helped me, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
"What...what happened?" I stammered, looking around.
Dominique filled me in on the details. "The Ghost of McTavish struck again," he said. "It threw you out of the classroom. Fynn and I found you lying here, unconscious."
I looked up at Fynn Blessing, who was watching me with an intense gaze. "Thanks for helping me," I said, trying to sound grateful.
Fynn nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "You're welcome, Lilweyni," she said. "But we need to get you out of here. The Ghost of McTavish is still on the loose, and it's not safe for you to be here."
I nodded, knowing she was right. As we made our way back to my dorm room, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The Ghost of McTavish was still out there, waiting for me.
When we arrived at my dorm room, I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Dominique and Fynn Blessing sat down next to me, looking concerned.
"Lilweyni, we need to talk," Dominique said, his voice serious. "We can't just sit back and wait for the Ghost of McTavish to strike again. We need to do something."
I nodded, knowing he was right. But what could we do? The Ghost of McTavish was a powerful entity, and we were just students.
Fynn Blessing spoke up, her voice low and husky. "I think I can help," she said. "I've been studying the paranormal activity in this university, and I think I know how to stop the Ghost of McTavish."
I looked at her, hope rising in my chest. "What do we need to do?" I asked.
Fynn smiled, her eyes glinting with determination. "We need to perform a ritual," she said. "A ritual to banish the Ghost of McTavish back to the spirit world."
I nodded, knowing it was our only chance. But as we began to make preparations for the ritual, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were in over our heads.
The Ghost of McTavish was a powerful entity, and it would not go quietly into the night.