I've always been the average kid in the town. In fact, the only abnormal thing about me is that my family is called a 'broken family'. My dad is a workaholic who leaves town for work most days, and my mom divorced him when I was five and left me with my dad's grandfather. He's pretty okay, since I could probably get away with anything, he's so relaxed.

Enough of my family. We are here to discuss something so much more than my parents and grandfather. I'm here to talk about my hometown, the place I've lived for my entire life. Fearstein. I know, it's a name that makes you think 'they must be weird halloween obsessed townsfolk', but that's not the case. Our town used to be named Geist, which is the German word for ghost. My great-great-great grandfather had founded the town and the villagers had named it after him.

Wait, did I introduce myself? Sorry, I'm ahead of myself again.

My name is Viktor vonGeist. I'm sixteen years old and go to Geist High School. Yeah, I go to the school named after my triple great grandfather. Weird, right? Anyways, back to the topic on hand.

Fearstein had been a normal town up until three months ago. I didn't really think about it at the time, but it all started after I inherited my great-great grandfather's iron cross necklace... But that's insane, right? No way this centuries old necklace has anything to do with the weird things that have been happening around town lately. I mean, this necklace is over two hundred years old, it can't be connected to the shenanigans around here!

Really, how could it be connected to the strange noises coming from the boy's bathroom on the third floor of the school, or the laughter from the girl's locker room when nobody is in there. Or even the fact that I saw movement up on the second floor of the old abandoned house at the end of the street!?

Nope, nope, nope! Creeping myself out! Not gonna- nope, staying out of it. I have nothing to do with the creepy shenanigans of my haunted town.

 The sun was out and the wind was strong, blowing away trash bins and knocking tree branches off small trees, strange most areas, but not uncommon for Fearstein in November. The chills made me shiver and I hugged my arms in preparation. I had to go to school and I was cold just thinking about leaving the house. Ugh, great.

“Viktor!” I turned at being called and smiled a bit as my grandfather walked into the kitchen. “I was hoping you hadn't left yet.” He smiled, eyes crinkling as he did. He then pulled something out of his shirt pocket; a jewelry case? “I was waiting for your sixteenth birthday, but it seems I had misplaced it.” Well that explains why I just got twenty bucks and a pat on the back last week. I accepted the box, plastering a smile on my face despite my confusion.

“Thanks, Opa!” I smiled. He seemed pleased as I opened the box. It was an iron cross pendant on a black string. My eyes widened. I had seen this in the pictures all over the house; it was a family heirloom. Dad had said that it had been misplaced before he could inherit it when he was sixteen. I looked up at my grandfather. “But I thought you lost this when Dad was my age!”

“I'll let you in on a secret.” Granddad smiled and leaned close to me. “I lied!” He pulled back with a big grin on his face.

“Well then,” I replied, fighting a smile. “I guess I shouldn't tell him I have it.” Grandfather laughed and ruffled my hair.

“Get to school before you're late, Viktor.” I nodded, a grin spreading on my face.

“Yes, Opa!” I tied the necklace around my neck and slipped my shoes on. Grabbing my backpack, I hugged my grandfather before running out of the house and grabbing my bike from leaning against the garage. Most kids my age have cars or friends who have them. Me? I ride my bike I've had since I was thirteen. I don't mind, I like the exercise.

“Come on, sweetheart, let's make it to school before the bell rings.” I breathed to my bike, pedaling down the street as fast as I could.

I ended up making it to school on time, though I narrowly missed getting hit by some jerks from school roughly three times. The point is, I made it to school! I locked my bike at the bike rack, where three other kids' bikes were chilling out. I stretched as I headed into the large, four story building. It's amazing how big this school has gotten. A hundred years ago, this school just had one floor. Fifty years ago, it had three. Now they've recently added on the fourth floor for a new library, an auditorium and a gym. Cool, right? But then again, I'm always on the third floor where the old auditorium was turned into the new 'music station', or so my teacher calls it.

“Hey, Viktor, right?” I looked up from putting my things in my locker, finding the popular boy in school standing there. Putting his things into the locker next to mine. Um... What?

“Uh, yeah...?” I thought only the teachers and staff knew my name?

“Cool. I'm-”

“Sascha. Most popular boy in school. Trust me, I know.” I snorted, shutting my locker, music books in my arms. He let out a confused, nervous laugh.

“Right... Anyways, I'm transferring from the drama department to the music department, so...”

“So it's the entire third floor.” I replied.

“... The floor with the haunted bathroom...?” Sascha paled, his blue eyes widening. I raised an eyebrow.

“That's just a goofy rumor someone started.”

“Uh-uh! I was that someone! The place is totally haunted!”

“... The boy's bathroom? Next to the old library?” He nodded, looking completely terrified. “I use that bathroom all the time. There aren't any ghosts in there.” I shook my head.

“No, I'm telling you, it's haunted!” I ignored Sascha's words about the bathroom and went to class. In second period, Sascha walked into class and sat down. Everyone looked at him and when I looked over, I raised an eyebrow. He was staring at me but... That's not the weird thing. He was pale and shaking and I honestly think I'm worried about this guy. What did he do? Have a panic attack?

“Sascha, you're late.” The teacher frowned, giving him a stern look. He gave a wobbling smile and I'm starting to wonder eighty percent of the school thinks he's awesome. How was he voted most popular boy in school last year? I'm seriously starting to think that he's insane.

When class ended, we all headed for lunch. The cafeteria is placed on the first floor and we could eat outside, which most kids tended to do. Unfortunately the wind kept them all inside. I bought my lunch and sat in my usual seat; the only round table that nobody sat at in the corner of the large cafeteria. Not even five minutes later, Sascha was sitting down next to me.

“Okay, seriously, that bathroom is haunted.” I groaned at that.

“Sa-scha!” I complained, “Not this crap again!”

“I saw a kid in the mirror, Viktor! A kid with blue hair! It's freakin' me out!”

“Why did you go in if you're terrified?” I asked.

“It was the only bathroom open since the one by the stairs is out of order! But, Viktor, a ghost with blue hair was in the mirror!”

“It was just a trick of the imagination. No blue haired kids are haunting to stupid bathroom.” I shook my head again, exasperated.

“After school! You'll see!” He hissed and stabbed his pizza with a fork. … Wait.

“Why are you eating pizza with a fork!?” I cried. He looked up at me.

“Because I am not gonna play my guitar with my hands covered in pizza grease.” He said, now mirroring my previous 'uh, what are you talking about?' look, raised eyebrow and all.

“... Well okay then.” I went back to eating my fried cheesy sticks, reading a book. I finally looked up due to feeling eyes on me. “What?”

“Where did you get that necklace?” Sascha asked.

“My grandfather. It's been passed down from my great-great grandfather. Why?”

“My ma used to tell me these bedtime stories, about how our family was cursed for my great-great grandfather losing an iron cross necklace to a man during a bet. It was supposedly what protected our family from all the supernatural things throughout Geist.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I don't know how it got to be in our family, but that'd be creepy if it was from your family.” Sascha nodded.

“Yeah, it would be.” He agreed. We settled into a silence that, while it wasn't quite unsettling, wasn't companionable. When the lunch bell rang, I closed my book and got up, tossing the remainder of my lunch away and putting the tray on the return line. Sascha followed me back to class and we entered our second to last class of the day; lessons on playing modern instruments. Meaning, I get to play the bass guitar and learn how to play awesome music on it.

Sascha was playing an acoustic guitar and, I'll be honest, I kept pausing to watch him play. I'm starting to see why he's so popular. He's really good at the guitar, even if he is kind of nuts. But, I guess I'll find out if he's right about the bathroom or not... I've really gotta pee.

I got a pass and I could feel Sascha watching me as I left the room.

-

I was washing my hands in the sink when I heard the clink of a belt buckle hitting the ground. I froze and looked around, but found I was alone. Okay... It's probably just Sascha jerking around with me. I shook my head and turned back to the sink, glancing in the mirror. I did a double take, before paling. There was a boy in there. Now, most people are going to be, like, 'it's just your reflection!' and things like that, and while he did have my face, I sure as hell don't have purple hair and bright orange eyes. Needless to say, I bolted out the bathroom as the bell rang to signal the end of third period.

I didn't see Sascha in fourth period, or after school, but I was kind of too shaken up to care. I biked home, letting my bike fall in the yard on the grass, running into the house.

“OPA!?” I called, “Opa!? I have a really weird question for you!?” Granddad came out of the garage, followed by- my dad. Crap.

“Hey, kiddo. I see Dad found the necklace.” Dad chuckled, ruffling my hair. I smiled nervously at him, before looking at my grandfather.

“Opa, how did your great grandfather get this?” I asked, fingering the necklace. He hummed, his hand going to his chin and rubbing it in thought.

“I believe... It was from a bet. Why?” I paled.

“Just wondering. A, uh, friend of mine asked.” I lied. Both of them raised an eyebrow at me.

“You made a friend? When was this?” Dad asked and I fought the urge to bury my face in my hands. I probably should have said the truth: the kid who has the locker next to mine said something about his family having lost one in a bet. But then again, anyone talking to me is kind of weird.

“Um, I've got homework! Nice seeing you Dad!” I sprinted up the stairs to my bedroom, where I accidentally slammed the bedroom door shut. I grabbed a local history book from one of the bookshelves in my room and began scanning for the era that was my double great grandfather. As I go through the book, my computer pinged, signaling a message. I looked up and frowned. A friend request from Sascha. I sighed, but accepted it. He'd want to know what I'm looking up.

:hey: the instant message read. I frowned.

:Hey, Opa said our necklace was won in a bet. I'm looking the time up in a history book. Gonna see if it was mentioned.: I sent back.

:really? I doubt itd be that important for a history book:

:I'm a vonGeist, descendant of the founder of Geist.:

:n im a romanov descendant of the dude who rebuilt the town into fearstein:

:...: I stared at the name, before looking up the time of when Geist became Fearstein. There it was, a picture of my great great grandfather, looking smug and amused, shaking hands with... Sascha...? I looked at the message window.

:what?: Sascha had sent.

:There's a picture in here of them.:

:Really?:

:One looks like you.:

:WHAT? Send by text man.: Sascha sent me his number and I sent a picture text to him. :I'm saying something very bad right now like holy crap dude! That's you and me!?:

:I can- whAT DO YOU MEAN THAT'S ME?:

:you cant see that the Geist looks exactly like you? for shame man for shame.:

:Shut up. But yeah, this is getting weird. First the bathroom and now this?:

:Wait the bathroom? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?:

:THERE WAS A ME IN THE MIRROR WITH PURPLE HAIR AND ORANGE EYES.:

:Dude, I couldn't tell what the kid looked like but I know for sure he had blue hair.:

:No, no no no. This kid definitely had purple hair and bright orange eyes.:

:No, p sure it was blue.:

:...:

:pls dont say it.:

:We're going tomorrow morning before school. Meet me a half hour before school starts.:

:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- oh shoot, I woke Mom up.: I burst into laughter at that, but shook my head. I looked back down at the book and read the caption under the picture of old me and old Sascha.

'In compliance to an arrangement, the reign of the Geist family over the City of Geist ends with Viktor Geist (left), allowing long time friend, Sascha Strakh (right), to take over and rebuild the town into the City of Fearstein.'

:Hey Sascha, I know why the city was renamed Fearstein.:

:why?:

:Your great great grandfather's last name was Strakh, which means fear.:

:he named the city after himself?:

:Yeah, but he was kind of genius by translating his name.: I continued to flip through the book's pages, skimming the paragraphs for anything that popped out at me. I frowned, not finding much of anything. Geist had been considered bat-crap crazy while Strakh had been believed to be a homosexual.

:hey vik?:

:Don't call me that. It's Viktor.:

:viktor, whatever. man I was wondering if u were into any sports or some other hobby or somethin:

:Reading and you obviously saw me playing the bass guitar earlier.:

:nah man I mean hobbies not school work or books, anything active, yanno?:

:... Ew.: I scrunched my nose.

:not even video games?:

:I don't have any consoles asides from my computer and it's ancient.:

:y do I get the feeling ur serious?:

:Because I am.: I rolled my eyes. :Btw, Strakh was believed to be gay.:

:Wow, random.:

:I'm reading the history book.: I looked back down. It was actually kind of interesting. Though, something caught my eye in another picture. The necklace was around Strakh's neck a day before the first picture I had seen, but in the first picture it had been around Geist's. Maybe that was the arrangment? Geist gets the necklace and Strakh gets the city? But it doesn't make sense. How and why did they trade? And they looked to be my and Sascha's age, at the time of the bet. That's weird, right? I looked up at a ping.

:vik u still there?: I scowled at the shortened name and looked back down at my book. I ignored the next several pings, opting to change books to one that would have focused primarily on Geist's father, the original founder of the town. I found a few pictures, some of him with his son, some with townsfolk...

Apparently two weeks after the town was founded, odd things happened. People claimed witches, some said there were ghosts, others said demons... Well crap. Maybe it's just all bull hockey? I hope so, because something tells me Sascha and I are going to end up becoming ghost slayers.

-

The next few days went by rather normally. Sascha didn't talk to me, I didn't talk to him. No ghost in the bathroom mirror when I went in... It was rather boring now, actually. That's weird, right? I mean, I wasn't imagining it... was I? No, preposterous! I don't have random hallucinations! At least... I'm pretty sure I don't. No, this is stupid, I wasn't hallucinating. I know I wasn't.

Then again... I haven't exactly been wearing the necklace... And I hadn't seen anyone wear the necklace since my great-grandfather's picture in the eastern bedroom... Grandfather certainly didn't wear it and obviously neither had my dad... Maybe the weird things and the necklace were connected?

I'm not quite sure what had me staring at the necklace that chilly morning, but I had been and it got me thinking about the ghost boy in the bathroom. I... really should have left things alone, but I couldn't.

I grabbed the necklace and shoved it in my backpack. I went to school like normal, and went to the bathroom that morning in the supposed haunted bathroom. Nothing was there when I washed my hands. That was fine by me, let me tell you! Then when I was at my locker after, I decided to put the necklace on. It seemed alright and nothing strange happened. It was when I was walking by the bathroom again that I heard talking. I just assumed that it was a group of kids, but one sounded like Sascha. As far as I knew, Sascha never went into that bathroom, so I just... Opened the door.

"Sascha? I thought this bathroom was-" I froze, seeing that the bathroom was empty. I licked my lips, glancing around, before shaking my head and heading to class. I was late by five minutes, which sucked because I got a strike. Strike systems suck, okay? Get three and you get detention. Get five and you're suspended. Get any more than that and you get expelled, depending on how severe the offense was. But, I'm digressing aren't I?

Come second period, Sascha was still mister popular with girls and some boys abandoning their assignments to watch him and listen. I tried to do my own practice assignment, but my eyes kept straying to Sascha. He was watching me and I kept looking back at my music book. What the hell?

I'm starting to think this necklace really is cursed or something. After second period, I was in line to get lunch. It was grilled cheese in one of the parallel lines, the other line had turkey sandwich and mashed potatoes (I don't recommend it; I'm not sure if it really is turkey, or potatoes). Anyways, I was finishing paying when I saw Sascha sitting at my table. I hesitated for a moment, trying to decide what he was going to say to me today.

"The girl's locker room-"

"Sascha!" I groaned.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say!" Sascha complained.

"Oh? 'The girl's locker room is haunted!', right?" I raised an eyebrow. His eyebrows creased as the corners of his mouth drew back into a frown.

"How did you know...?" I snorted and took a bite of my sandwich.

"So, I think the ghosts in the bathroom are related to this thing." I said, taking my necklace off and dropping it onto the table. "I went in this morning, not wearing it. Nothing. I put it on and I heard voices passing the bathroom ten minutes later." Sascha scrunched his nose.

"I heard voices while passing the girl's locker room this morning." I sighed at that.

"Did one sound like me?"

"How did you know?" His eyes widened.

"Because one of the ones in the bathroom sounded like you. But when I opened the door to say something to you, nobody was in there." He shuddered at that, making me smirk a bit. "You know, I'm starting to think you're creeped out." To be quite honest, so was I. But messing with Sascha was kind of fun. Or maybe my sense of humor is sick. Oh well, it was fun to see him cringe at the mention of ghosts.

"You're sick, man." He pouted at me, but I just laughed it off.

"Oh, come on. Maybe we should go check out the bathroom after school? I recall that we never did when you first told me about it." He tensed up and I raised my eyebrow. I seem to do that a lot with him around.

"I would prefer not to, thanks." He frowned at my snort. "Man, what is with you and this topic?!"

"Me? You're the one who decided to bother me about this!"

"Yeah, in passing! You're the one who's focused on continuing this!"

"Oh, stop being so stupid!"

"You're the one acting like an idiot! Why would you want to go to a haunted space!?"

"To find answers...?" I replied, as if he were seriously stupid. He scowled at me, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting again. I sighed, "Look, maybe if we talk to your mom, we could find out some answers about the necklace and the curse?"

"Wait, you seriously think we're cursed?" It was Sascha's turn to raise an eyebrow at me. I nodded.

"Yeah. Maybe if we break the curse... All the ghosts will go away..." I said it in a way that was like an innocent thought that was likely to be passed up for something else. It did the trick though; he leaned forward, eyes wide with excitement.

"Really? No more ghosts?"

"I don't know, maybe." I shrugged, "But we have to talk to your mom, then visit the haunted bathroom! Deal?" He nodded, eager to get rid of the ghosts. While I don't know if this will actually work, it's a good concept, I have to admit. Maybe it would work and Fearstein would finally be a normal town again. Then again, considering it's been haunted for years, maybe that's the normal?

Whatever this thing is, I'll find a way to fix this. I'll get the ghosts to leave our town alone, and maybe Sascha and I can go back to what we were before; locker neighbors that didn't acknowledge each other.

-

Meeting Sascha's mom wasn't as nice as I thought it would be. For one, she saw the necklace around my neck and began shrieking at me in some foreign language. It was intense and, with a glance at Sascha, knew to be very afraid. He was pale and shaking and something tells me he's either easily frightened or this was seriously not a lecture on personal hygiene (I kind of smell like a wombat right now. I sweat like a human in the Outback, okay? Smelling like a wombat might actually be a compliment...).

"Mat! Mat, please stop!" Sascha suddenly cried out. "We need to know about the curse thing!" The woman stopped and I managed to take in her appearance without fearing for my life. She was probably around my dad's age, with dark hair and eyes like Sascha's. It must run in the family... The dark hair and eyes, I mean.

"Why do you want to know about the curse?" She finally spoke in English, eyes narrowed at me.

"Um, because Sascha and I are seeing ghosts in the school's bathroom's mirrors...?" I offered.

"Vik thinks that if we break the curse, then the ghosts will go away." Sascha said, making her raise an eyebrow. Palm, meet face. Face, palm.

"I'm not... sure... if that is how it works, Sascha." His mother said, amusement in her voice. I rolled my eyes, before I looked up at her.

"I don't know what's going on, but if I understand the curse, maybe I'll be able to figure out a way to break it." It was childish of me to even consider the idea of a curse, but at that point, I was kind of willing to believe in anything, if only I so I could get things back to normal. I admit, I was being selfish and thinking of myself. If only I had known how dangerous that was.

-

We sat in the living room, Sascha and I are on the floor in front of a chair, like children would during story time in day care. Sascha's mother was sitting in the chair, old book in hand. Sascha was on his front, ankles crossed and in the air while I was on my butt, leaning back on my hands to sit up with my legs stretched out. It was a menial thing, but I took note that it was just another thing that made Sascha and I different from each other.

"It was fifty years after the town was founded. The founder's son, Viktor Geist, had an old friend, Sascha Strakh. They were best of friends, until a fight broke out between them." She explained, "This next part is from Strakh's old journal." My eyes widened at that, and I'm sure Sascha's did too.

"The year is 1853. Geist is close to celebrating fifty years since it was founded, but something is wrong. Viktor is acting strange. It seems as if there is another presence with us when I am with him. It must be the strange happenings of the town that I had heard of from my grandmother before she said the necklace was created to protect us from. Why is it happening now, though? I do not understand, but I will find a way to save Viktor, no matter what."

"Whoa... That... That's heavy..." Sascha said, frowning. Who talks like that anymore? I mean, seriously! He's so... weird.

"Indeed, it is... 'heavy'." His mother said, amused. "But it is truth. Unfortunately, there are very few passages after that one. It's tradition that the youngest member of the Strakh family takes position of guarding the journal on their sixteenth birthday." Sascha looked confused.

"But, Mat... I'm seventeen..."

"This sort of thing scares you, Sascha. I wasn't going to give it to you until you were leaving for college." His mother chuckled. I laughed at that.

"So you are a chicken!" Sascha sat up on his knees and glared at me.

"Shut up, man! Your great great grandfather was a nut job!"

"Yours had some weird sixth sense and tried to protect him and yet you get your pants in a twist over a ghost in the school bathroom's mirror. Who's the nut job, again?" I asked. He went from glaring at me to glaring at the ground, pouting. His mother chuckled again and pat our heads.

"Here, darling, you're in charge of the book now. Protect it; the supernatural will try to take it. It's said that it holds the key to breaking the curse upon the town."

"Aw man, we went from a curse on us to a curse on the whole town?" Sascha complained. Yeah, that did actually suck. So not cool, great great granddad. You screwed us over. So much for a normal life.

-

Sascha and I were sitting the school parking lot, staring at the journal. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about this, but I knew I was a bit creeped out that we were going to go into the haunted bathroom and then check out the girl's locker room. Thankfully, it was a Friday evening, so we'd be the only ones there asides from the janitor, if he hadn't already left for the weekend. Either way, we could get into so much trouble if we're caught.

"Hey, I think Strakh was a witch or something." Sascha said, reading an entry of the old book while I looked at the school. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Man, there are spells in here. That's weird as hell."

"Maybe he was a voodoo man." I snickered. I got a glare from that.

"That was my great grandfather, thank you very much!" He huffed. My snickers turned into a full on laugh. He groaned at me, so I tried to calm down.

"Alright... Alright... What are these spells?" I asked.

"I don't know, they're in a foreign language with symbols and all. I can't read it." Sascha replied.

"Then how do you know they're spells?" I asked. He flipped to a page and pointed to the top of it. It read Magic. "Fair enough." I shrugged, "Let's go, before I break curfew."

"You're sixteen and have a curfew?" Sascha asked as we walked towards the school. I nodded.

"Yeah, why?" I asked. He shook his head.

"You are so sheltered..." I rolled my eyes.

"My family isn't rich or glamorous, Sascha."

"I've noticed, Vik."

"Stop calling me that!" I groaned. He laughed.

"Consider it payment for me going along with this crap." He replied. I shook my head, but didn't say anything. If being called that stupid nickname was the worst he would do in order for me to keep him here and helping me, I could live with it because I am so not doing this by myself. It's just as much as Strakh's fault as it is Geist's that this town is cursed and full of creepy ghosts! "So... Uh... How are we getting in?"

Crap!

-

We sat for ten minutes before I heard a groan. I looked around, before looking at Sascha, who was pale and looked ready to bolt for his car (hell, he might have even left his car if it's faster to run). I fought a shiver and grinned at him.

"Sorry, must have been my stomach." I lied. He relaxed considerably and I fought the urge to sigh in relief.

"Hey, was that open before?" He asked. I looked in the direction he was pointing and frowned. A window was cracked and, no, it hadn't been opened before that groan.

"Probably, but you know, we're not exactly thinking clearly. Come on." I went to walk over to the window and Sascha grabbed my arm, shaking his head.

"No way, man! What if there's something creepy in there?!"

"Then your family's mystical iron cross will protect me!" I drawled.

"I told you, it protects the Strakh line, not the Geist line!"

"I don't care! I'm going in! You can stay here if you want!" I climbed through the window despite his freaked out warnings and begs. I looked around and saw that... it was the girl's locker room... "Hey, Sascha! Come on! It's clear!" He climbed in a moment later and froze when he recognized where we were.

"I-" I grabbed his arm as he went to climb back through the window. I gave him a glare and he let out a whine, but followed me around the locker room. I frowned, glancing back at Sascha. Something caught my eye in the mirror though.

Someone was in it. It was the same boy with purple hair and orange eyes. He was smiling sadly at me.

"Sascha, don't turn around." I said.

"Uh, wh-"

"Don't. Turn. Around. Put your music on and face the window." He paled, but obeyed me. I walked over to the mirror, the figure getting bigger as I approached. "So... Do you talk or something?" I asked the boy after I made sure that Sascha was listening to music.

"Yes." My eyes widened at that. If that's how I sound like to Sascha, I am so screwed. This boy is so not a boy.

"You're a girl?"

"Well, duh. That's why I'm in the girl's locker room."

"But you were in the boy's bathroom...?"

"Yeah, 'cause my lover is in there. Honestly, aren't you the smart one between the two of you?" She motioned to me and Sascha. I frowned.

"So... What's with the haunting the locker room?"

"I can't go to too many places in this building; restricted to mirrors and all. Same with Strakh. Nobody carries a mirror except girls and he refuses to come down here to try to escape with me, but even then, we'd rather not be stuck with some random girl." By the time I realized she had said Strakh, the blue haired ghost that Sascha had complained about was next to her.

"I just refuse when there are girls in here, sweetheart." He chuckled. I gulped.

"You're... You're Strakh...?" I asked him. He looked at me and grinned.

"Yeah. Totally homosexual, right?" I let out a nervous laugh, slowly realizing that the girl was 'Viktor Geist'.

"SASCHA!" I called.

"No ghosts!?" He asked.

"Just our great great grandparents and history was wrong about them!" Sascha didn't budge. "You aren't going to die or be possessed or anything!"

"How do you know!?"

"They're stuck in the damn mirrors!" I replied.

"Did you just curse?" Sascha walked over, stunned. Then he saw the ghosts and paled.

"Oh, relax, kiddo. I was just screwing around with you earlier." Strakh grinned, "I'm Sascha Strakh, your great great grandfather."

"... You made me piss my pants, man!" Sascha complained.

"Ew." The girl and I scrunched our noses.

"Like grandmother, like grandson." Strakh chuckled, "So, why are you two breaking into the school?"

"Uh, Vik said-"

"Stop throwing me under the bus with misquoted words!" I hissed. He took a step away from me, hoping to not get hit most likely. "I said we might be able to get rid of the ghosts and break the curse. Might being the key word!"

"Aww... He really is a Geist...!" The girl grinned, "I'm Viktor Geist. My dad wanted a boy and Mom lied since she had a hard time having me."

"Which explains why it was rumored Strakh was gay..." I said, understanding a bit. Strakh groaned at that as Geist grinned.

"He gets so embarrassed over that. So, my kid had kids, huh?"

"Your kid had a kid, who had a kid, who had me." I replied.

"And the necklace was passed down. Cool." Strakh nodded.

"Not really. My grandfather held onto it and didn't pass it to my dad." The two ghosts looked at me so fast, I thought their necks would snap if they were human.

"It skipped a generation?" They asked.

"Uh, yeah... Opa said he lost it and didn't give it to my dad... Probably because Dad knocked my mom up when they were my age." I replied, "Why?" Geist shook her head, looking distraught and terrified as Strakh looked like my dad did when my mom walked out. His next words made a lump form in throat.

"That's why the supernatural is back."