This time when Autumn woke up, Rosy was already awake. ''Are you okay?'' Rosy asked,''while you were asleep, you started yelling about 'what curse'. You okay?'' Autumn's hand flew to her neck. She could feel faint scratch marks, but nothing else. Had the old lady been a dream? Rosy was busy around the room. First she checked all the cabinets; all were empty but one in which flies flew out of. Then she rattled the door knob. Soon it opened, though not with a creak like the other doors had. ''You stay here,'' she told Autumn,''she scratched you pretty hard. I'm going to get our pack which I left by the entrance. And don't worry. You'll be safe down here away from that ghost lady. I'll be back soon.'' she checked the half of the map of the school by the door, shivered and left. Autumn instantly fell into another deep sleep. ''The curse,'' the old lady continued,' her red hair glinting in the light ' falls upon whoever wears the locket of headmistress after a hundred years. You chickie, have fallen under that curse.''