Field Trip

Part II

        Donna woke up. Hajime was shaking her shoulder.

"We're here." He said, not even checking to see if she was awake or not. Donna frowned, upset at being woken so abruptly, but proceeded to gather her things anyway.

She squeezed her way out of the bus, following the sea of maroon shirts a few feet in front of her. She was still half-asleep, and didn't notice the big, creepy house right in front of them. 

"Now kids, this is a historical place," said Miss Rena in a stern voice, "so please refrain from touching anything or running off."

They followed Sir Mark inside, through the old wooden double doors. Gregg lagged behind and walked beside her, pulling on the end of her sleeve and pointing at Samantha up ahead.

"Let's walk with her." He said, smiling. Donna smiled back and nodded.

The pair caught up to Samantha, who then started animatedly describing her experience sitting with Arthur in the bus. Her face was flushed red from the heat, and although sir Mark's voice was still heard a few feet in front of them, Donna paid her utmost attention to Samantha.

"And the he spread his arms out and I couldn't sleep at all!" She huffed.

"How did he spread his arms?" asked Gregg. They were about to ascend the stairs now, but sir Mike stopped walking and was saying something Donna couldn't hear.

"Like this!" Samantha stretched her arms suddenly, knocking Donna's butterfly clip off her hair. It flew all the way to the right, at the base of a slightly ajar door. Her breath hitched in her throat when she saw a pale, ghostly hand---

"Oh my Gosh! Sam." Gregg snickered, glancing at Donna.

Donna's lower lip quivered. "Can we get it together? Please..." she trailed off, eyes still trained on the door and the dark room peeking through it. Thankfully, there was no sign of the ghost--- not yet, at least.

"Sure." Sam grinned, grabbing their wrists and pulling them forward as she strode towards the door. It creaked open ever so slightly, and Donna was starting to get goosebumps from the sudden cold.

"Well?" said Gregg, whose voice began to waver. Maybe he was feeling the dread, like Donna.

"Get it already." Sam said, impatient. Donna gulped.

She slowly crouched down, hand reaching for the metal, butterfly pin. The door opened even wider, either from the draft or on its own accord. Donna quickly snatched the pin and scrambled to her feet, afraid of what she might see.