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It was never meant to turn out this way. I don’t know where everything went wrong, but somewhere along the line it did. “Ah, I can sense the young phantom coming.” My kidnapper commented with an evil smirk. Even if my mouth weren’t gagged, I still wouldn’t comment. Surprisingly, he untied my hands. “Karloff.” Ash hissed. He stopped flying and just floated at least ten yards away from us. “Ah, the ghost boy is here.” He clapped his hands together in joy. “Let her go.” Ash’s sorry filled green eyes burred into me. A tear escaped and rolled down my face. “First, hand it over.” Karloff became defensive. “No.” “Give it or…” Karloff began. Suddenly, I felt him tug on my wrist and then I was up in the air. He floated over to the end of the bridge and then I looked down. “Or the girl gets it.” He finished. With one hand, he took the tied cloth out of my mouth. “Ash don’t!” I yelled and looked down. I was being dangled over the bridge with just Karloff holding onto my wrist. The drop had to be at least sixty feet. “I’m waiting. Un-ghost yourself and give it to me.” Karloff became anxious. I shook my head, disagreeing with him. “Fine.” The bright circle flashed over his waist then split into two different ones. Ash turned into the normal boy and then tossed Karloff the silver canister. The second the canister was out of Ash’s hand, I felt Karloff’s grip on my wrist weaken and then finally give out. “To late.” He pouted and I dropped sixty feet into the freezing river.