12: Ni-Bump-ght

Jenny only slept a couple of hours at best, if at all. She found that extremely useful when she was in hiding and on the run. When she did sleep she never dreamed. She didn't like waking up it always reminded her of waking up in a grave, it felt exactly the same every single time.

This time was different, she had the same feeling as usual but there was another familiar feeling as well. The two combined made for a very terrible morning. She stretched. She got up and went to the closet. The outfit she ruined that first night was hanging in her closet. It spoke to her. "You imbecile." She threw it across the room. "Shut up."

She looked through the rest. She didn't really care for any of them, they weren't her style, she hated shopping for clothes online, and she sure as hell wasn't going to go shopping for clothes in a public store. She grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top. She grabbed her phone and put it in another ziplock bag. She also grabbed a flashlight. "There is something going on. Ghosts don't just disappear and reappear like this. Maybe I should tell someone." She started to call Harry but then she stopped herself. She had a feeling he would just yell at or insult her.

With no other place, she could think to search she walked out to the spot where the sunken house was. She knew she could hold her breath a really long time from her little experiment yesterday. She started walking into the water. The water seemed colder than the last time. "Geez, it's is so cold snowmen are migrating south."

The water was up to her chin now. She took a deep breath. She resumed walking towards the general direction of the house.