Ukwon looked at the three mysterious letters. "It could have been anyone" he shrugged, his eyebrows cocked at cynical angle. "I'm going home".

         "What if it was Miss Wydre?" demanded Zico."Don't be nuts! Anything she wrote ten years ago wouldn't be there" Ukwon groaned.

         "Who says?" Eyra challenged."Maybe her spirits keeps it there". But nobody moved.My eyes  were riveted on the three letters on the whiteboard. And then i spoke, my voice sounded like a stranger's hoarse, tight and terrified.

         "Maybe" i suggested, "that was the last thing Miss Wydre wrote in her life. Maybe she was trying to write HELP, what do you think?"

         Zico smirked on his face "or maybe" he said in a chilled whisper,"she knew where she was going and she was trying to write HELL". Ukwon slapped his sides with laughter. "Or maybe she ws going to write HELIOTROPE, or HELICAL, or HELSINKI or HELICOPTER".

         Eyra elbowed him savagely."Don't be silly. Why would a dying woman write HELICOPTER?" Ukwon rubbed his ribs and showed off how genius he was. "Okay, what if she was trying to write HELM, or HELMET, or HELVETIAN? Whatever. Who cares?"

         "Ukwon" i pleaded." You musn't make fun of the supernatural".

         "Rubbish!" he said. And that was when Ukwon did something that changed his life forever.He picked up an old dusty marker pen that had rolled under a desk.

          "I wonder if it still works" he said as he crossed to the three letters on the whiteborad."Ukwon!" i screamed. "What are you going to do?"