Step into Asgard

This is not a love story. But, if you want to find one in this story then go right ahead. This is about a girl who gets transported to Asgard and begins an adventure that is big. One question still bugs her from the Thor end credit scene and...she'll meet Loki. Still confused? Then read it.


26. Ghost: Stuck

To begin how we get stuck into a house that's small and has a large  basement so to explain what may happen will likely take two huge books or a complete four parter. Best scenario this probably would take a movie's time. No this is not a freaking mansion! Get the old creepy arse mansion and castle outta yer head like seriously. There are some cendelers down there. Sometimes we don't understand the things  we do and things ghosts do; equally.

 This is kind of what Nature does (including life) to everday people. But the windows shattering  right when we came in forever more left me thinking this wasn't another Scary Movie mock up of Scream. Okay  we just went ahead of chronological order. I have to say, and will say,this is not one of the best perks pretending to be 'Ghostcalmers'.

"Are ya sure we should go in?" I ask Callie as we, out of the entire group, were brave enough to stand up and go to the door.

I repeat: We're brave enough to stand up and GO to the door.

 "Irish girl," Callie wraps her arm around my neck. "Don't back down right now because this ghost activty's gone baserk, you should stay and fight your inner fear." She slides her hand right as though she was making me imagine a prosperous life sttyle. "You said, I quote, 'Why give up hope when we can help?' unquote."

 I gulp as she takes her arm off around my neck.

"I never stepped foot inta a highly active ghost house." I admit.

Callie punches my shoulder.

"Yes you have!" Callie reminds me.

That was two days ago when we last stepped foot.

"But it wasn't that active!" I tell her.

Callie shook her head,muttering something about 'Irish Girl' and  'Coward' while knocking on the door.

"Helloooo!" Callie said pretty loudly. "The Weaver Family has bought some baskets as decoratioins for your marvelous house."

I rub my forehead muttinering 'unfancy peace offering'.

"You do realize no one's in there." I said.

Callie shot me a glare.

"Hush your logic." Callie said. "Of course there is someone in here!"

The door creepily opens followed by a 'creeaaak'.I swear the hair on my neck went up! My feet felt as though they planted themselves and ingrained themselves into a tree's roots. Fear never stopped me from doing bold things but just this once it did stop me from moving.I had this eerie feeling not an animal is inside the house.Callie pushes forward the door as it made that exact  creepy drawn out 'creak' noise.

"First one in will not say 'I told you so'." Callie said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Well someone has ta be dah responsable one here." I reasonably said.

"No, I'm supposed to be the logical one; you, Irish girl, should be in my shoes." Callie takes a step forward into the building while shaking the three ugly baskets from side to side in her hand carelessly. In a moment she was like a girlscout selling cookies again (Yes, it's true. she confided in me about it).

I crossed my fingers hoping nothing bad would happen; my body is getting the creeps from this.

"See; nothing's happened." Calie goes through the doorway and takes her jacket off. She puts it on the coat hanger. She looks towards me with a smile on her face. "Don't be afraid,silly."

 I had this mid-crisis moment whether to go in or not.

 "Do I always have to drag you in?" Callie said, annoyed as she grabs my arm and pulls me in.


 The door slammed behind us followed by a locking-like sound.

"Hey!" I try opening the door and put a foot on the door then try agian by pulling on the handle.

I fell on the floor.

"Maybe they don't like being left alone." Callie suggests.

Our wonderfully made horrid baskets piled in front of the basement door

"Callie, these are no Caspers." I  said; watching the wood become undone. "To dah kitchen for the salt!"

Callie and I ran into the kitchen.

 "Why do we need salt?" Callie asks.

I grab all the cases that scream 'salt' on the front.

"Ta protect ourselves." I said, handing her some salt boxes.

Callie stood there like a puzzled bird didn't know what to do in the middle of ghost activity. I cannot blame a mortal to be this way. Probably been around Loki too much; he's begining to rub off on me. So we make a big circle with salt blocking the entrence and exit way to the kitchen.Perhaps it's from watching too much movies,or, from Sleepy Hollow the FOX televison series. It must be both.

"Since when did you get into demon mythology?" Callie asks like a concerned child.

 I stare at her. Then pat Callie's head, a discreet way of not telling her why.  "You are so innocent."

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