Upon the Walls is a Powerful Rage: Part Three
Ginger scoffed and turned the doorknob. The door didn't
budge. She turned the doorknob even further. Still, the door did not budge.
"Jay, cut it out!" she yelled.
When she got no reply, Ginger began banging
on the door with her hooves. "Open!" she exclaimed.
"Why did you get rid of it?" whispered a soft,
Ginger spun around, her eyes wide. She could
have sworn the voice had come from behind her. Yet, there was no one there.
"Jay! Open the door! Now!" Ginger wanted
out of the bathroom desperately.
And that's when it happened. Ginger suddenly
heard what seemed like razor sharp nails scratching a chalkboard. She dropped
the paintbrush and covered her ears, wincing in pain. Ginger quickly opened
her eyes to find that the pipe under the sink was developing a large gash. Soon,
the pipe had been sliced right in half. The sound had stopped.
"What in the world…?" Ginger slowly crawled
over to the rusty pipe. She touched it with her right hoof, and then brought
her face close to it.
"Could the metal really have been so weak that
it was able to split in two?" Ginger said to herself.
And that's when tons of high-pressured water
began to spurt out of the lower half of the pipe. Ginger flung herself backward
against the door, watching as the bathroom began to flood with tap water.
"Oh no! Help! Someone please help!" Ginger turned
and began beating ferociously on the door. She kicked and turned the knob as
much as she could, but the door did not budge an inch.
For some reason, the water failed to seep through
the crack under the door. Soon enough, the water level had reached Ginger knees.
Thinking fast, Ginger collapsed in the water and began feeling around the floor
for the paintbrush.
"It's got to be around here somewhere," she
Finally, she found the paint brush. She quickly
ripped it off the tiled floor of the bathroom and waded over to the pipe under
the sink. She jammed the bristled part of the brush into the lower half of the
pipe, hoping to stop it up, but unfortunately, the paintbrush shot out of the
pipe and landed in the water near the toilet.
"Help! I can't swim!" Ginger screamed at the
top of her lungs.
She knew Mad and Jay couldn't hear her. They
were in the front yard, most likely, with the front door shut. They were probably
laughing and joking, happily painting the house. She had yelled at them and
told them to go paint the house, and this is what she got for it. Ginger knew
Pretty soon, the water level was up to Ginger's
neck. She was going to drown in a bathroom. Not exactly how she had planned
to spend her life. But then, a few air bubbles floated to the top of the water
surface. The sink had stopped spurting out water. More and more bubbles arrived.
Ginger gasped in fear when she saw a dark figure
approach the surface of the water. The top of the figure rose out of the freezing
cold water, and Ginger saw it to be the head of a Pink Kyrii. Terrified, the
Blue Uni splashed backwards and slammed against the door, not taking her eyes
off the Kyrii.
The Kyrii itself looked pretty battered up.
Its fur was an extremely faded pink, and had several bald patches. Its mane,
however, was a very dark shade of pink, and fell over the Kyrii's pale blue
eyes. She had a blank expression on her face, and stared intently at Ginger.
"I found it," the Kyrii whispered. "Now get
Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. The
water poured out of the bathroom in a tidal wave, sucking Ginger into the hallway.
Tap water rushed through the hall and down the stairs, washing up all the dust
as it did so. Ginger lay on the hard, wooden floor, coughing and hacking up
water. She turned her head to look inside the bathroom. There was no Pink Kyrii.
The front door blasted open, and Ginger stomped
onto the porch. Mad and Jay were sitting on the porch steps, talking, when Ginger
arrived. Mad noticed she was soaking wet, and spoke.
"Ginger, what happened?"
"Stay here," Ginger sniffled. "Paint the house.
I'm going somewhere."
She hopped on her bike and rode around to the
backyard. From there, she sped down the dirt path leading to Ms. Maggi's home.
Not once, did she look back at her house.
It only took Ginger about five minutes to reach
a small neighborhood consisting of about five homes. The dirt path formed a
cul-de-sac, and at the very end of the path was a one-story, pale yellow house.
Ms. Maggi was in the front yard with a wicker basket in hand and straw hat atop
her head. Ginger rode her bike up to Ms. Maggi's yard and dismounted, allowing
her bicycle to fall to the ground.
"Ms. Maggi," Ginger walked up to the small JubJub.
"Oh, hello, Ginger!" Ms. Maggi happily greeted
her. "I was just about to go picking strawberries. Would you like to-"
"We need to talk," Ginger interrupted. "I need
to know what happened in that house 50 years ago."
Ms. Maggi stared at Ginger, her mouth halfway
open and her eyes squinted due to the glare of the sun. "Well… all right."
In the kitchen of Ms. Maggi, the two pets sat
at a small, round table made of driftwood. A cup of tea had been placed in front
of Ginger and Ms. Maggi.
"I still can't believe you haven't heard this
story," said the JubJub.
"Just… tell me… what happened?" Ginger was rather
eager to know.
"Well, listen closely. About 50 years ago, a
family of two had a house built just down the dirt path from mine. It was a
family of Red Kyriis. The older Kyrii was named Bart. I was a good friend of
his. He had a daughter named Ida. They both lived very happily in the home for
some time. But then, this one day, Ida literally found a Grey Paint Brush. No
joke! It was lying on the cobblestone path that led to her school. And she did
what anyone on this planet would do. She took it. And after school, she walked
miles and miles to Neopia Central's very own Rainbow Pool. Ida painted herself
Grey. For the first few days, Ida remained the happy-go-lucky Kyrii she had
always been. And then… the paint brush took effect. Ida became extremely depressed.
Soon, she stopped eating. Her father tried everything he could to get her to
eat. But nothing worked. Why, Bart even painted her pink, thinking it would
make her giddy again! Soon, Ida came down with a bad case of Neomonia. Unfortunately,
50 years ago, Neomonia was an incurable disease. Somehow, Ida got hold of yet
another Grey Paintbrush. So her father wouldn't catch her, Ida stumbled down
the stairs into the basement. She wanted to paint herself Grey then and there,
but she couldn't. Ida cried and cried and cried down in that basement, until
she passed away minutes later. Days after Ida died… her father, Bart, disappeared.
The Chia Police found pink paint splashed all over his bedroom walls. To this
day, no one knows what happened to him."
As Ms. Maggi wrapped up her story, Ginger dropped
her cup of tea in shock. The glass cup shattered as it hit the linoleum floor,
sending tea everywhere.
"Ginger, are you all right?" Ms. Maggi got out
of her chair and stared at her.
"Oh my gosh…" she said, simply.
"Oh, don't worry about the tea, dear," Ms. Maggi
smiled. "It is a rather shocking story. I actually expected a more drastic reaction
than spilt tea. Excuse me as I go get some paper napkins."
Ms. Maggi disappeared around the corner.
"I-I left Jay and Mad alone at that house,"
She then flung herself out of the driftwood
chair, knocking it over. Ginger bolted out the front door and onto her bike.
She zoomed out of Ms. Maggi's neighborhood and down the dirt path leading towards
her own home.
A Doglefox ran past her bicycle in the opposite
direction she was heading. Ginger turned around to look at the Doglefox for
just a second, and then turned forward. Dead ahead of Ginger was a mangled,
Pink Kyrii. Ida. Ginger screamed and swerved out of the way, crashing and sliding
across the dirt path into the grass that surrounded it. She quickly picked her
head up to view her surroundings. Ida was nowhere to be seen.
"Leave me alone!" Ginger cried. "Why are you
trying to hurt me?! Why?!"
Of course, Ginger received only silence. She
quickly mounted her bike and rode down to her front yard. She saw no paint cans,
no brushes, no bicycles, and no Jay or Mad.
"Jay! Mad! Where are you?!" Ginger screamed
at the top of her lungs. She was desperate to find her friends and get away
from the house as quickly as possible.
That's when she noticed tire marks heading towards
the neighborhood where Gloria lived.
"They've gone back home," Ginger sighed a sigh
"Gloria, are you home?!" Ginger called to her
sister. She had rode her bike all the way back to Gloria's small home.
The house was silent… a little too silent, at
"Gloria?" Ginger said softer.
She stepped into the hallway that led you to
all the rooms in the house. Every single door was shut. Ginger approached the
door to Gloria's bedroom and pushed it open. Gloria was nowhere to be seen.
"Hmm… that's odd. Maybe she's out with her friends,
or something," Ginger shrugged.
Ginger exited Gloria's room, shutting the door
behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, Ginger saw something run down the
hallway. She spun around, but no one was there.
"Gloria, is that you?"
Ginger looked down the hallway, and shrugged
once more. And that's when she noticed it. A paw print had been left on Gloria's
doorknob. The print was made… with pink paint.
"No… no… no!" Ginger screamed in horror. She
backed away from her sister's bedroom door, and then bolted out of the small
"Mad and Jay didn't go home," Ginger hopped
onto her bike. "They're trapped in Ida's house."
And out of Gloria's neighborhood, through the
forest, down the dirt path, and into Ida's front yard she went. There they were:
Mad and Jay's bicycles could be seen under the porch. Ginger closed her eyes
and inhaled deeply. She took a few seconds to look at the wall of the house
she had painted. Bits and pieces of it had been clawed off, and flakes of white
paint were in the grass below it.
And then, Ginger knew just why Ida was attacking
her loved ones. Ida was the one who took the paint off the wall! And she didn't
take the white paint; she took the small amount of grey paint that showed up
on the wall when Ginger used the old Grey Paintbrush. She left all the white
There was also the issue in the bathroom, where
the pipe was sliced in half and the bathroom was flooded. Ida did that. She
cut the pipe open and went inside, looking for the grey paint that Ginger had
washed down the drain. That's what Ida meant when she said "Why did you get
rid of it?" and "I found it!"
And as for Gloria, Ginger must have gotten some
Grey paint in her fur or something. When she slept in Gloria's bed, she got
grey paint all over the sheets and pillow. Gloria must have been lying in bed
when Ida arrived at her home.
All Ida wanted was to be Grey! She no longer
wanted to be Pink!
"That's it!" Ginger exclaimed, rushing inside
She stood in the living room and looked up at
the ceiling. "Ida! Ida, you've got your Grey paint! You're grey now! You're
not pink! Now give me back my friends! Give me back Jay and Mad!"
In reply to that, Ginger received the faint
noise of a little girl crying. It was the same crying noises she had heard when
she first entered Ida's home. The crying seemed as if it were coming from the
Ginger suspiciously approached the door-less
doorway that led down into the dark basement. The crying got louder as she approached.
"Ida?" Ginger whispered.
The crying stopped completely.
Ginger slowly placed her right hoof down on
the first stair. She took a deep breath, and walked down the flight of stairs
and into the dark and dusky basement. Ginger spotted the Pink Kyrii immediately.
She was hunched up in a corner.
"Ida," Ginger glared at the Kyrii, angrily.
"Where are Jay and Mad?"
"Under the covers of their warm beds," Ida shakily
replied in that soft whisper of hers.
Ginger swallowed. "You mean, they're not here?"
Ida didn't reply.
"If they're not here, then why are their bikes
under the porches?" Ginger questioned the Kyrii.
"Mine," Ida snapped.
"They're… yours?" Ginger raised an eyebrow.
"Your mane is pretty," Ida whispered.
Ginger didn't know what to say. Had she heard
the ghost correctly? Had Ida just commented on her mane?
"What?" Ginger was thoroughly confused by now.
Ida, who had been staring at the floor the entire
time, lifted her head to look into Ginger's eyes. Ida's eyes were not pale blue.
They were bright red. Ida snarled in anger.
Ginger took a step back, gaping at the Kyrii.
She reached up her hoof to touch her mane, and felt something hard. Ginger easily
pulled a tiny piece of whatever it was out of her mane. She brought her hoof
to her face so she could see what it was. It was hardened grey paint. And now
she remembered getting a bit of grey paint in her mane when she had washed the
Grey Paintbrush off for the first time.
She gasped slightly, and let the paint fall
from her hoof. Ginger looked up at Ida, who was still sitting in the corner,
glaring at her. Then, the Kyrii shot up faster than Ginger had ever seen anyone
stand before. The hardened paint slid across the basement floor and ended in
Ida's paw. The paint disappeared into Ida's pink fur, and the pink began to
Soon, the fur had darkened so much, that it
was Grey. Ida had got what she wanted. She was Grey. But now, she wanted more.
The basement door that had been ripped off its hinges by Ginger was flung out
from behind a stack of crates beside Ginger. Ginger quickly ducked, and the
door zoomed right over her head. It flew right up the staircase and latched
onto its hinges.
The door slammed shut. Ginger was alone in a
pitch-black room with Ida. And all Ginger could do was close her eyes and listen
to the wet and aggressive footsteps approaching her.
All that was left of poor Ginger by then was
her shrill scream that echoed into the night sky for all to hear… for all to
ponder over… for all to approach the home of Ida and investigate… for all to