A/N: Thanks to CosmicPhoenix for this idea. Thanks Phoenix! Now on with the show!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.

To suffering there is a limit; to fearing, none. - Francis Bacon

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, - Edgar Allan Poe

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Jubilee, Bobby, Kurt, and Kitty wandered through the old church-turned-museum. Adrenalin pumped through their bodies as the strayed farther and farther from the tour group. It had been Bobby's idea to stray away from the group and go on their own private tour. "We won't be gone long," he had said. "We'll be back before they know it. It'll be an adventure." Jubilee had been ecstatic about it and together they had convinced both Kurt and Kitty to join them.

"This place is, like, gigantic," Kitty commented as she gazed up in wonder at the high ceilings. They all stopped and stared at the ceiling which seemed to go on forever.

Something moved in the shadows.

"What was that?" Jubilee asked.

"What was what?" Bobby inquired.

"Something moved." She pointed down the hall. "Over there."

"Maybe it was a ghost," Kurt said.

"Of a dead choir boy," Bobby added.

"Who was attacked by old ladies," Jubilee put in.

"And buried under the floor boards," Kitty concluded.

There was a pause.

"Let's follow it," Jubilee prompted.

They moved together down the hall and rounded the corner. Suddenly the silence was pierced by a horrifying, blood-curdling scream. They stopped, shocked, and looked at one another. Bobby laughed nervously.

"Do we really want to do this?" Kitty questioned, obviously unnerved. There was a pause. Kurt opened his mouth to say something but before he could answer the lights shut off.

"This isn't fun anymore," Jubilee stated. The scream pierced through the darkness. Together they peered around the corner and into the darkness. They could see figures moving, clothed in black so that they merged with the shadows. Another scream filled the air.

"Vhat's going on?" Kurt whispered.

"I think someone's hurt," Jubilee answered.

"Should we help them?" Kitty asked.

"C'mon," Bobby responded.

They moved toward the screaming figures and as they moved, the screams got louder and louder. They could hear sobs now. Loud pain filled sobs that rose to accompany the terrifying screams.

"Now!" Bobby screamed.

They ran full speed down the hall and threw themselves at the figures. The lights came on, the figures were gone, and they found themselves sprawled out on the cold stone floor.

"What just happened?" Jubilee asked.

"I have no idea," Kurt answered.

They picked themselves up.

"I think we should go now," Kitty stated. "They're probably waiting for us."

They wondered back the way they had come. The tour group hadn't noticed their absence and when they finally caught up with them they slipped silently back into the group.

"…This church has also been the center of many a myth and urban legend," the tour guide was saying. "Mainly because of the events that took place here in the 1800's."

One student, Amy, raised her hand. "What happened," she asked.

"A very good question," the tour guide said. "One night, sometime in the mid-1800's, a group of twelve nuns were in the church. A man broke into the church and raped and killed every one of the nuns. To this day, it is said that you can hear the tortured screams of the nuns and perhaps even get a glimpse of the event that happened long ago."

While the other students whispered among each other, Bobby, Jubilee, Kurt, and Kitty stood in absolute shock and terror.

"You don't think…" Jubilee began.

They looked behind them in the direction they had come from. A scream echoed in the distance.

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A/N: Now that you have read, it is time to review. All reviews are welcome.

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