Disclaimer: I do not own Matt or Jeff Hardy

Disclaimer: I do not own Matt or Jeff Hardy. I do not own the story plot either, somewhat. It's from an old ghost story; I simply fixed it to be with the Hardys and so forth. I made it to where it involved the following superstars, that's all.
Warnings: None at all.

Matt Hardy was looking at some papers at the dining-room table. His younger brother Jeff Hardy was fast asleep upstairs in his bedroom. Matt heard the front door open and shut, and he called out, "Shannon?" But he didn't reply back. And the footsteps Matt heard were way have heavier than Shannon's.

"Who's there?" Matt called. But still there was no reply. He heard the footsteps walk through the living room, then up to the second floor. The footsteps walked to one bedroom to another.

Again Matt yelled out, "Who's up there?" The footsteps had stopped. That's when he remembered that his brother Jeff was up there. Matt ran upstairs and into his younger brother's room. Jeff Hardy was in his bed, asleep and nobody was there but him. Matt checked the other rooms and was shocked to find nobody else. He walked back down to the living room all shaken up.

He then heard the footsteps again. They came down the stairs, into the living room, and now they were in the kitchen. The door between the kitchen and the dining room began to open slowly…

"Get the hell out!" Matt yelled. The door closed. The footsteps walked out of the kitchen, through the living room and to the front door. It opened and closed.

Matt Hardy ran to see out the window and find who was it after all. Unfortunately there was no one outside, there wasn't even footprints on the fallen snow on the ground.

Author's Notes: If you like this idea of me forming superstars into old classic ghost stories, tell me and if you don't, also notify me. Either way, thank you for reading and reviewing.