A/N: This is my first Adventure Time fanfic. In other words, it might not be the best out there. I tend to write short paragraphs, so I apologize in advance for that. Adventure Time copyrights go to Pendleton Ward and Cartoon Network. I OWN NOTHING! ^^

Finn and Jake walked through the forest after their latest adventure.

"Man, that dragon was math!" Finn exclaimed. He and Jake were singed in places due to the fiery personality of their opponent.

"He's just lucky he left that village alone before we had to kill him," Jake remarked. There was a short silence.

"Hey Jake," Finn began.

"Yeah?" Jake asked.

"What's the meaning of life?"

"Ah. I was hoping you'd ask me that someday. I've known for years, dude."

Just as Jake was about to reveal the true meaning of life, the reason that we're all here on God's green Earth, a chilling white fog engulfed the two adventurers.

"Hey! What the jug is this?" Finn shouted.

"Gimme a second, Finn! I know how to get rid of this junk!" Jake said loudly. He took a huge breath and blew the fog away. It still lingered, but only to just above their ankles. The wind blew coldly, and the branches of the trees rattled.

"Woah, dude, look," Finn said, pointing at something in the distance.

A house loomed among the dark trees, some of its windows boarded up or cracked. Some frames were missing the panes of glass. The bushes in front of the house were coated with cobwebs, and bats flew out of the crumbling chimney. The fog swirled ominously. Finn and Jake stared at it for a moment.

"Uh, what was it that you were going to say, Jake?" Finn asked, breaking the silence. "You know, the meaning of life and stuff?"

"Oh yeah," Jake said. "The meaning of life is…" He paused dramatically. "Forty-two."

"Forty-two?" Finn questioned skeptically,

"Forty-two," Jake repeated, closing his eyes and crossing his arms.

"What a rip-off…You wanna go in that creepy house?"

"Sure thing, Finn."

"What time is it?" Finn asked.

"Adventure time!" they both shouted while doing a fist-bump.

Our heroes approached the seemingly haunted house cautiously. They exchanged a glance. Finn reached forward slowly and took a hold of the doorknob. It was as cold as ice under his palm. The knob turned, the lock clicked, and the door creaked open. Jake stretched out his arm and felt for a light switch. The lights flickered on.

"Hey, this place isn't so bad on the inside," Finn observed.

"Guess not," Jake agreed.

They walked into the hall, the red carpet crunching with dust underneath their feet. Finn closed the door behind them. Beyond the hall, there was a sitting room with plump armchairs, a comfortable-looking sofa along with a loveseat, and a huge fireplace. The dining room had a rich hardwood floor, table and chairs. A glittering chandelier hung above. All of the rooms Finn and Jake explored were elegant and luxurious. Some of the doors were locked. Jake couldn't even open them with key-hand.

"Finn, this place would be awesome for a costume party!" Jake suggested excitedly. "Think about it, dude! A creepy old house, Halloween…classic!"

"Yeah man, that sounds totally rhombus!" Finn agreed.

"We should probably clean up first, though," Jake said, looking around at all the dust and cobwebs.

"I think I saw some brooms and junk in a closet earlier," Finn said.

On that note, the adventurers started to clean with the cleaning supplies they found in a closet. Soon, the interior of the house was almost sparkling with cleanliness. Finn and Jake stood back and admired their work.

"So when do you think we should have the party?" Jake questioned. Finn pondered for a moment.

"How about right on Halloween?" Finn suggested.

"Sounds like a plan, man."

As Finn and Jake returned home through the deep, dark forest, the house creaked and groaned behind them. It began to glow blood red. A mist of the same color furled from the cracks in the windows and the house itself. A terrible, hissing, cold voice emitted from the mansion.

He who dares disturb my sleep

Will be cursed,

And forever weep

Be ready for your darkest hour

In the castle of Hell

In the tallest tower

Your demise will come in a most horrible way

Be ready, my children,

BE READY TO PAY!

I made up that little rhyme myself. You like? You hate? MUST KNOW!