CHAPTER 4
THE RITUAL BEGINS 1
As we prepared for the ritual, Fynn Blessing explained the steps we needed to take. "We'll need to gather some sacred objects," she said. "A crucifix, a vial of holy water, and a Bible."
Dominique nodded, getting up to retrieve the items from his room. As he left, Fynn turned to me.
"Lilweyni, I need to warn you," she said, her voice low and serious. "The ritual we're about to perform is not without risks. We'll be dealing with forces beyond our control, and there's a chance that things could go terribly wrong."
I nodded, feeling a surge of fear. But I knew we had to try. We couldn't just sit back and wait for the Ghost of McTavish to strike again.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Dominique entered, followed by a tall, imposing figure in a black suit.
"This is Pastor... um," Dominique said, realizing he didn't know the pastor's name.
The pastor smiled, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "I'm here to help," he said. "I've been tracking the paranormal activity in this university, and I believe I can assist you in your ritual."
Fynn Blessing's eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical. "What makes you think you can help us?" she asked.
The pastor smiled again, his eyes glinting with conviction. "I've dealt with entities like the Ghost of McTavish before," he said. "I know the rituals, the prayers, and the sacred objects needed to banish it back to the spirit world."
I looked at Fynn, who nodded slowly. "Okay," she said. "Let's do this."
The pastor nodded, his eyes serious. "Then let us begin."
As we prepared to start the ritual, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were in over our heads. The Ghost of McTavish was a powerful entity, and we were just students.
But with the pastor's help, we began the ritual, hoping against hope that we could banish the Ghost of McTavish back to the spirit world.
THE RITUAL BEGINS 2
As we prepared to start the ritual, the air in the room grew thick and heavy. The clouds outside seemed to darken, casting a eerie shadow over the university.
Fynn Blessing stood at the center of the room, her eyes fixed intently on the pastor. "Let us begin," she said, her voice low and husky.
The pastor nodded, his eyes serious. "We call upon the powers of the spirit world," he said, his voice rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm. "We ask for your protection and your guidance."
As he spoke, the room began to grow colder. The shadows on the walls seemed to twist and writhe, like living things.
Dominique Elantra, my roommate, stood beside me, his eyes wide with fear. "What's happening?" he whispered.
I shook my head, unsure of what to say. The ritual seemed to be summoning something, but I wasn't sure what.
Mr. Daniel Walker, our lecturer, stood at the back of the room, his eyes fixed intently on the pastor. He seemed to be watching the ritual with a mixture of fascination and fear.
Professor Mac, the head of the paranormal department, stood beside him, her eyes gleaming with interest.
Benjamin Welbeck, our classmate, stood at the edge of the room, his eyes wide with fear. "What have we gotten ourselves into?" he whispered.
Stevens Walker, the janitor, stood at the back of the room, his eyes fixed intently on the pastor. He seemed to be watching the ritual with a mixture of fascination and fear.
Mr. Sonnie, the security guard, stood at the door, his eyes fixed intently on the room. He seemed to be watching the ritual with a mixture of suspicion and fear.
As the ritual continued, the room grew colder and darker. The shadows on the walls seemed to twist and writhe, like living things.
And then, suddenly, the Ghost of McTavish appeared.
It stood at the center of the room, its eyes blazing with a malevolent fury. The pastor raised his hands, his eyes fixed intently on the ghost.
"We banish you, Ghost of McTavish," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "We send you back to the spirit world, to trouble us no more."
The Ghost of McTavish let out a scream of rage, its eyes blazing with fury. But the pastor stood firm, his eyes fixed intently on the ghost.
And then, suddenly, the ghost vanished.
The room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the pastor. We all stood there, frozen in shock, unsure of what to say or do.
And then, suddenly, the lights flickered and died. We were plunged into darkness, the only sound the creaking of the old wooden building.
"What's happening?" Dominique whispered, his voice trembling with fear.
I shook my head, unsure of what to say. The ritual seemed to have summoned something, but I wasn't sure what.
And then, suddenly, I heard a voice. It was low and husky, and it seemed to be coming from all around me.
"The ritual is not over," the voice said. "The Ghost of McTavish is not defeated. It will return, and next time, it will not be so easy to defeat."
I spun around, trying to see who was speaking. But there was no one there. The voice seemed to be coming from the shadows themselves.
And then, suddenly, the lights flickered back to life. We all stood there, frozen in shock, unsure of what to say or do.
The pastor looked at us, his eyes serious. "The ritual is not over," he said. "We must be prepared for what is to come."
And with that, the ritual seemed to be over. But I knew that it was far from over. The Ghost of McTavish would return, and next time, it would not be so easy to defeat.
THE EXAMINATION MONTH III
As the ritual came to a close, we all stood there, frozen in shock, unsure of what to say or do. The pastor looked at us, his eyes serious. "The ritual is not over," he said. "We must be prepared for what is to come."
We all nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. As we filed out of the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
The next few days passed in a blur. We attended classes as usual, but the atmosphere was tense. Everyone was on edge, waiting for something to happen.
Finally, the day of our first examination arrived. We all gathered in the examination hall, our hearts racing with anxiety.
As we sat down at our desks, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What if the Ghost of McTavish appeared during the exam? What if something went terribly wrong?
But as the examination began, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the questions in front of me. I wrote furiously, trying to answer every question to the best of my ability.
When the examination finally came to a close, we all breathed a sigh of relief. We had made it through the first hurdle.
As we filed out of the examination hall, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. We had faced our fears and come out on top.
And now, with the examination behind us, we could finally relax. The Christmas holidays were just around the corner, and we couldn't wait to go home and celebrate with our loved ones.
As I walked out of the university gates, I felt a sense of freedom wash over me. We had made it through the first semester, and now it was time to take a well-deserved break.
I looked around at my friends, all of whom were smiling and laughing. We had been through so much together, and now we could finally relax and enjoy each other's company.
"Let's make the most of our holidays," Dominique said, grinning at me.
"I couldn't agree more," I replied, smiling back at him.
And with that, we all set off, eager to start our Christmas celebrations.
DURING CHRISTMAS AND AFTER IV
The Christmas holidays were a welcome break from the stress and anxiety of the semester. We all spent our days relaxing, catching up with loved ones, and enjoying the festive atmosphere.
But as the holidays drew to a close, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was waiting for us back at the university. The Ghost of McTavish had been quiet for too long, and I had a feeling that it was just biding its time.
As we made our way back to the university, I could feel a sense of unease settling over me. The others seemed to sense it too, and we all exchanged nervous glances as we walked through the gates.
The university seemed quiet and still, the buildings looming above us like sentinels. We made our way to our dorms, dropping off our bags and settling in for the new semester.
But as we gathered in the common room that evening, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. I glanced around the room, but there was no one there.
"It's just your imagination," Dominique said, noticing my nervous glances. "The Ghost of McTavish is just a myth."
But I knew what I had seen, and I knew that the Ghost of McTavish was all too real.
As the night wore on, the atmosphere in the common room grew more and more tense. We all knew that the Ghost of McTavish was still out there, waiting for us.
And then, just as we were starting to relax, we heard a faint whispering in the hallway outside. It was a soft, raspy voice, and it seemed to be calling out to us.
"What was that?" Benjamin asked, his voice trembling slightly.
But before anyone could answer, the lights in the common room began to flicker ominously. We all exchanged nervous glances, knowing that the Ghost of McTavish was back, and it was hunting us once again.
SCHOOL REOPENED FOR THEM TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL V
As we returned to the university after the Christmas break, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The ritual we had performed before the break had left me with a sense of unease, and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.
It wasn't long before I found out. The pastor appeared in our lecture hall one day, his eyes serious and his face stern.
"The time has come for the next ritual," he said, his voice low and husky. "We must continue to try and banish the Ghost of McTavish, and we must do it now."
We all nodded, knowing that we had to see this through. The pastor handed us each a small package containing various herbs and artifacts.
"These will protect us from the Ghost of McTavish," he explained. "But we must be careful. The ghost is growing stronger, and it will stop at nothing to claim us."
We spent the next few days preparing for the ritual, studying the ancient texts and practicing the spells. But despite our preparations, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were in over our heads.
The night of the ritual arrived, and we gathered in the same room as before. The pastor stood at the center, his eyes fixed intently on us.
"Let us begin," he said, his voice low and husky.
We all nodded, and the ritual began. The pastor called upon the powers of the spirit world, asking for their protection and guidance. We all repeated the words, feeling the energy build up around us.
But as the ritual reached its climax, I felt a sudden chill run down my spine. The Ghost of McTavish had appeared, its eyes blazing with a malevolent fury.
The pastor raised his hands, his eyes fixed intently on the ghost. "We banish you, Ghost of McTavish," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "We send you back to the spirit world, to trouble us no more."
But the ghost did not disappear. Instead, it seemed to grow stronger, its presence filling the room. We all stumbled backward, trying to get away from the ghost.
And then, suddenly, everything went black.
When I came to, I was lying on the floor, my head throbbing with pain. The others were all around me, their faces pale and frightened.
"What happened?" I asked, trying to sit up.
"The ritual went wrong," the pastor said, his voice grim. "The Ghost of McTavish has broken free of our control. We must find a way to stop it before it's too late."
We all nodded, knowing that we had to act fast. The Ghost of McTavish was loose, and it would stop at nothing to claim us.
As we stumbled out of the room, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would we be able to stop the Ghost of McTavish, or would it ultimately defeat us? Only time would tell.