The others had had their eyes fixed on the girl that had seemed to appear from nowhere. Not one of them, at least for the time being had asked the question as to how she had got into the house. One minute they were alone in there - just the Rascals, and now there was this girl who one moment you looked at her and she was like this sweet, but frightened little girl, but the next she was still sweet, but older, more vamped up. It was like this girl was a trick of the mind. Almost like a version of the quickness of the hand deceiving the eye. One could blink and this girl seemed like that little girl and come out of that blink and there was this older version of herself. It was an unsettling thing. Like a weird thing with side effects. Xavier was whimpering and he would have been holding his arm over himself, trying the sooth what was happening inside him but he couldn't. At one point whatever it was that was going on inside him got so much that he lost the contents of his bladder. His hot urine simply running down the wall and collecting at the floor. Xavier should have been humiliated and degraded at losing the contents of his bladder like that in front of his lifelong friends. He had pissed himself and everyone knew that. But he had way too much on his mind, and way too much happening inside him to think of that. For the second time in a short space of time Xavier thought his number was up. The Scoobies looking at each other then back at Xavier. He had reached the corner, where the wall met the ceiling and now he was folding over and onto the ceiling. Something, an invisible force holding him there. Holding him up against the ceiling and then sliding him across it. The Rascals just watching.

"He's right you know Guardian Angel. Something isn't right here and it's not going to get any better."

That had been the girl speaking and heads in the room just span to look at her. She was standing smiling, still holding that ragged old comfort doll. What was that doll all about anyway? It seemed to fit in with the ten year old vision but not the older teenage vamp one. It was a bizarre mishmash, like a confusion of contradictions just standing there all innocent like.

"What did you say?"

Guardian Angel at last had spoken. The girl couldn't heave heard what Xavier had whispered to him and yet apparently she had. She looked at him with something close to a butter wouldn't melt look on her face. That look was underlined by the sweetest of sweet smiles that showed perfect teeth.

"I said, he's right, him, up there - something isn't right and it's not going to get any better."

The group looked at her and then they looked at each other in turn. It was like as though the penny was refusing to drop. They looked back at her and by this time she had swung the comfort doll up into her arms and she was cuddling it. The uber cute girl was back and as she was cuddling the doll she was swinging gently, one side to the other via her hips. Scarlette spoke.

"Who are you honey and where do you come from?"

There was this moment's silence. Like they were all taking time out to watch this little girl. Almost as though they were mesmerised by her. But then the vamp was back.

"I told you I'm Lilly. But I lied, I'm not lost at all."

The vamp was there bodily and yet the voice was still all sweet. Too sweet to be true. And you know what they say about things seeming too good to be true - because it means that is usually very much the case.

"Ok, ok, lets start again honey. Its ok, its ok that you lied - we're all pretty spooked right now but just try to remember. Just try to remember where you came from huh?"

There was a little giggle. A childish little giggle from that red dusted mouth of this girl. And with her free hand, she held it to her lips as though to try to stifle that giggle.

"Oh I know where I come from."

And she was still swinging, kind of semi turning one way then the other on her hips. And to look at her, she was so sweet, and so all consuming. Her eyes had the ability to swallow whole any suspicion that anyone might have been harboured about her, but that just made what she said next more shocking.

"I come from another place."

"What other place?"

Heidi had the beginnings of an impatient sound to her voice and it seemed because of that, Xavier screamed louder as he slid across the ceiling. And his face was screwed up like he was suffering all manner of torments inside him. He wouldn't know, but that gripping sensation he had been able to feel - that gripping was around his bladder. It was squeezing and it was making every drop of urine evacuate his bladder - but not just that. It was squeezing to hurt as well. He slid across the ceiling to the opposite wall, and then he folded on that wall and slid down it. He was screaming like a little girl, but no-one was interested in that right now.

"Oh, you know - not heaven, nor hell. But the next stop on from hell. That's where I come from."

It was like listening to the fantastical stories of a child - a child inside this late teenager's body. The Rascals looked at each other. It wasn't really what they wanted to hear at all. And there was this feeling of an all-encompassing doom descending around them in the shape of this sweet, almost sickly sweet non-white girl.

"Oh honey you must be mistaken. Surely you must be mistaken, right?"

Tisha had tried to coax more out of the girl more or less by telling her that she was fantasising and that actually there was no place further on than hell. But the girl didn't answer her and her head just turned so that she could look at Xavier who was on the way down the wall, except that he was upside down. He was sliding down the wall upside down, head first. Then for the last few feet, he fell. Like in free fall. Like whatever had been holding him there, against that wall just let go and he fell. And because it was so sudden, he fell onto his head knocking him semi-conscious. That was because he didn't have enough time to use his free hands to protect his fall.

"No. No I am not mistaken. I'm here to finish you all off. Except that I don't want to do it quickly. I wouldn't know how to do it quickly even if I wanted to. I always make it slow. Very slow."