Monster High: Who's That Ghoulfriend? (Monster High: Ghoulfriends Forever) (3 page)

The granite ghoul then lowered her head and silently smarted over her ability to be distracted at such a turbulent time. It was behavior not only unbecoming to a gargoyle but downright irresponsible. After all, Headmistress Bloodgood
was missing, and what could be more important than that? Well, maybe a few things, but certainly not fabrics.

“Someone’s got a bit of a glove addiction,” Venus surmised as she looked through the spider ghoul’s wardrobe for clues.

“In fairness, she does have six hands,” Cy responded as he pulled back the floor-to-ceiling curtains and looked out the small window at Monster High’s front lawn. “The storm seems to have passed, so hopefully the power will be back on soon.”

“Thank heavens! I can only imagine the nibbling Penny and Roux are being subjected to by Chewy. That plant can barely see even when the lights are on,” Robecca babbled as her knees began to squeak.

“What can I say? He’s a got an insatiable appetite and poor vision. Admittedly, it’s not the best combination,” Venus replied. “Oh, and, Robecca? I think it may be time for an oil change at Grind ’n’ Gears. Unless, of course, you like sounding like an old furnace.”

“An old furnace?! Heavens to Betsy! What could be worse?”

“Being disassembled again, sharing a toothbrush with a troll, having a piano land on your foot, sharing a hairbrush with a troll, rust, an empty boiler,” Rochelle answered seriously, and then paused. “You weren’t actually asking, were you?”

“No, but I still appreciate the information. It helps keep things in perspective,” Robecca responded, stifling laughter.

Still standing in front of the small window, Cy spotted something at the far end of the ledge. It appeared to be a crumpled receipt, but he couldn’t say for sure. Rather surprisingly, given the sheer size of their eyes, Cyclopes had notoriously poor vision. In fact, according to the En
cyclop
edia, the island of Cyclopes strictly forbade its inhabitants to drive motorized vehicles, use industrial machinery, or act as eyewitnesses in legal proceedings.

Curious, Cy stepped closer to the far end of the windowsill, which brought a crumpled photograph of a castle into focus. The large stone fortress with gothic arches, turrets, and a moat instantly ignited a memory in the one-eyed boy. Earlier that semester in Monstory, the class had studied architecture of the Old World, the land
across the ocean, and this was definitely it. There simply weren’t buildings like this in the New World, or as it was informally known, the “Boo World.”

After staring at the photograph for a few seconds, Cy turned it over and saw a clumsily scrawled message:
Wydowna, never forget where you come from or whom you serve.

“Ghouls, I think you’re going to want to see this,” Cy stated ominously, instantly inciting the interest of Robecca, Rochelle, and Venus, who hurried over to check out the photograph.

“ ‘Wydowna’ is her name,” Rochelle muttered while reading the back of the picture. “Well, it certainly explains all the monogrammed Ws on her clothing.”

“ ‘Never forget where you come from or
whom
you serve
,’ ” Robecca repeated aloud. “I don’t like the sound of that… unless of course she’s a waitress.”

“Becs,” Venus said with a sigh.

“Wishful thinking?” Robecca muttered.

“You could say that,” Venus replied drily.

“Did anyone notice there’s a panel missing from the wall?” Rochelle asked as she crossed the room and peered inside the exposed crawl space.

“Now we know who visited Miss Flapper,” Venus stated, referring to the ghoul they heard traipsing across their ceiling and then descending into Miss Flapper’s room.

“In light of the message on this photograph, I think it wise we finish searching the room and get out of here as soon as possible. It’s to our advantage that Wydowna, Madame Flapper, and
whomever they’re
serving
don’t know we’re onto them,” Rochelle explained to the others.

“I agree; having them on our tail will only make finding Headmistress Bloodgood more difficult,” Cy remarked.

“Well, there’s nowhere left to look anyway, except maybe under the carpet,” Venus said as she bent down and pushed back the rug.

The faint sound of scuffling began to emanate from the crawl space. And though it was a soft and muffled noise, it instantly grabbed the foursome’s attention. Adrenaline rushed through their bodies as they exchanged tense expressions. Venus immediately put back the rug and tried to stand. But she couldn’t. One of the thick green vines that grew out of her arms was wedged between the floorboards.

“I’m stuck,” Venus hissed, frantically pulling at her vine.

“Plant down! Plant down!” Robecca cried in alarm, steam pouring out of her nostrils.

“
Quel désastre
! Steam and webs do not mix. Or rather, when they do it becomes like glue,” Rochelle explained, feverishly tapping her claws against her cheek.

“Come on,” Cy said as he threw his sweater over Robecca’s face and pulled her back toward the path to the stairs.

“We can’t leave Venus. We have a no-plant-left-behind policy,” Robecca mumbled from beneath the fabric while the sounds of the spider ghoul approaching grew louder.

“Rochelle’s helping her,” Cy whispered as the two disappeared from view.

“
S’il ghoul plaît
, Venus, you must relax,” Rochelle said calmly, attempting to maneuver the vine out from between two planks of wood.

“It’s hard to relax when I can hear her coming,” Venus murmured as the distinctive scrambling sounds from the crawl space continued to increase in volume.

“Almost got it,” Rochelle said through gritted teeth.

Seconds later Rochelle lifted a plank of wood from the floor, freeing Venus’s vine and exposing a cache of hidden papers.

“I never thought there could be an upside to getting a vine stuck, but clearly I was wrong,” Venus mumbled, a smile creeping across her face.

“While I admit your vine getting stuck has proven advantageous, may I remind you that
the spider ghoul is just about here?” Rochelle whispered, keeping her eyes trained on the crawl space across the room.

Venus whipped her head around to look at the opening in the wall and then nodded at Rochelle.

“You’re right. There isn’t time to read these papers now.”

“Exactly!
Allez-y
!” Rochelle said as she gripped Venus’s green arm and attempted to stand.

“Not yet,” Venus replied brusquely as she pulled out her iCoffin and began snapping photos of the documents.

“
Je suis tellement serieuse
! We must go right now,” Rochelle implored. “Wydowna is just about here.”

“Just a sec, I’m almost done.”

“
C’est trop tard
, Venus. It’s too late,” Rochelle
uttered faintly as she heard the distinct sound of a creature crawling into the room.

Venus dropped the papers and silently pushed the floorboard back in place. She then turned toward Rochelle and shook her head as if to say, “I’m sorry, I didn’t listen.” For though they were momentarily concealed by the dimness of the room, discovery was only a matter of time. Anxious anticipation overwhelmed the ghouls, leaving them with tightened chests and mouths as dry as mummy wrappings. After quickly assessing the options, Venus decided it best she announce their presence to Wydowna. However, just as she started to move, Rochelle grabbed her hand and pulled her to the floor. The granite ghoul then draped the long and billowy curtain from the nearby window over them. And though this
hiding spot was hardly deft, the faint lighting did wonders for their disguise.

After Wydowna lit a couple of additional candles, Venus and Rochelle were able to catch a glimpse of her, albeit through the gauzy curtain. Sleek and slender with pitch-black skin and long flame-colored locks, Wydowna was a ghoul few could forget. And not simply because she had six arms and six eyes, four of which simply looked like teardrop-shaped swaths of red on her forehead. Dressed in black knee-high boots and a slinky webbed dress dyed the same shade as her hair, Wydowna’s style was the perfect mixture of strength and femininity.

“Where are you?” Wydowna purred, sending chills up the ghouls’ spines. “There’s no point hiding. I know you’re in here.”

Venus and Rochelle held their breaths and closed their eyes, unsure how to handle the situation. How did Wydowna know they were in there, but not where they were hiding? Could she smell them? Or was it something else? Was it a spider sense?

“You don’t want my fangs to fill with venom, do you?” Wydowna asked in a frighteningly calm manner as she made her way toward the ghouls.

Venom
?!
Venom
!?
Venom
?!

The word echoed in Venus’s and Rochelle’s minds as they pondered the catastrophic effects the spider’s serum could have on both plants and stones.

L
istening to Wydowna’s boots knock against the wooden floor resigned Rochelle and Venus to their fate. There was simply no way around it; the spider ghoul was about to lift the curtain. And once she did, it would only be a matter of time until Miss Flapper was informed and the search for Headmistress Bloodgood grew even more complex.

“There you are! You silly ghoul!” Wydowna gushed, her voice now overflowing with warmth and affection.

Seconds later, a soft buzzing sound filled the
air as two translucent wings flapped past Rochelle and Venus. It came as quite a surprise since neither ghoul had noticed a cat-size fly with a red bow atop its head and a shiny rhinestone collar around its neck when they inspected the room. And frankly, that’s a hard thing to miss. But, in their defense, flies were rather adept at hiding in rafters and other hard-to-reach places.

“What were you doing up in the corner, Shoo? Playing hide-and-screech by yourself again?” Wydowna asked, cradling the creature in her arms. “What’s the matter? Why are you shaking?”

However illogical, both Venus and Rochelle momentarily worried that they might be able to communicate nonverbally with each other, and that Shoo could convey their presence to Wydowna telepathically. But of course, neither
one of the ghouls knew very much about spiders or flies, a fact that greatly bothered Rochelle. As a gargoyle, she found lacking knowledge to be a most irksome state of mind.

“Did Miss Flapper stop by again? I know how she scares you,” Wydowna said as she dropped her pet fly into the hammock and began weaving something. “Just a minute, Shoo, I’m almost done. Although, why you insist on fresh pajamas nightly I’ll never understand.”

Watching from beneath the meshlike curtain, Rochelle once again felt pangs of awe. Not for the ghoul herself, but for her talent. After all, it was hardly a secret that Rochelle yearned to be able to create her own couture clothing. In fact, the mere thought of it gave her granite skin goose bumps. Instantly enraptured in a fashionable reverie,
Rochelle didn’t even notice Venus’s deep frown over Shoo’s wastefulness. Never mind that spider webs were biodegradable; Venus believed it set an environmentally reckless precedent to wear new pajamas every night.

“Good night, Shoo,” Wydowna cooed as she joined her pet fly in the hammock.

Unbeknownst to Venus and Rochelle, spiders took a very long time to fall asleep. But then again, maneuvering eight limbs into a comfortable position was quite an undertaking. Toss, turn, move arm one, turn again, rotate arm three, toss once more, adjust arm four, and on and on it went. So lengthy was the process that Rochelle and Venus had almost fallen asleep by the time they heard the telltale sounds of slumber. Eager to leave, the ghouls quickly crawled out from
beneath the curtain, stood up, and started for the exit. Only a few steps in, Venus got the distinct sensation that she was being watched. Her leaves instantly stood on end and her pollens began to pump as she turned slowly toward the hammock.

Two small and beady eyes, the color of mustard, met Venus’s gaze. Worried Shoo might try to wake Wydowna, Venus quickly pushed Rochelle through the sheaths and into the stairwell.

Once out of the attic, the bleary-eyed ghouls engaged in some serious stretching. Remaining perfectly still for so many hours had left them rather stiff. Venus and Rochelle then looked at their watches, their eyes widening in disbelief. It was six
AM
. Suddenly eager to find their friends, the two quickly hurried down the steps.