Summary: Jaden Yuki is a young boy who is moving into his new home. A lovely Mansion that seems to be the perfect place in the whole town. However, when his new friend , Syrus Truesdale, tells him that the place is haunted by the evil spirits that used to live there, he doesn't believe him. Yet, when he meets Jesse Anderson strange things start to happen in his home. Things breaking when you don't touch them, the lights going out in one room but not another, even things are starting to disappear and reappears after two or three days. Feeling he can't talk to anyone else, Jaden confronts Jesse about the strange happenings, but the boy is reluctant to do so. However, what Jaden doesn't know is he's being stalked by a strange character. Soon things turn into a fight with the spirit world and the living, and Jaden is caught in the middle of it. But what is Jesse hiding? Is Jaden's stalker responsible for the happenings? And can Jaden stop this madness before it's too late?

Genres: Mystery, Suspense, Supernatural, Spiritual, Fantasy, Drama, Horror, Friendship, Some Angst, Slight Tragedy

Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood, Some Death

Rate: T

Death's Grip

Prologue

I heard the chime of the clock,
My peaceful dreaming had been ended,
Replaced by heavy feelings of dread.

It had just turned midnight, and the great grandfather clock in the foyer of the mansion began to chime. In a room on the upper floor, a teenager around the age of 14 shot up in bed. It wasn't because he had a nightmare. On the contrary, he had been peacefully dreaming, it had to of been one of the best ones he's had. However, his peacefulness was replaced with dread. Why, he wasn't so sure.

I opened my door, and into the hall,
I don't know why,
But I felt the need to run and hide.

The boy threw his legs over the side of his bed, and stood. He walked over to his door and out into the hallway. His light green eyes looked up and down the darkened hall. He suddenly felt strange. His dread had become stronger. He didn't understand why, but he wanted to hide. He wanted to run, get out of the house, anything. However, he couldn't do that, not without checking on his siblings, parents, and other family.

I went to see my parents, when movement caught my eye,
The wall hit my back and I felt like screaming,
However, why should I fear my own reflection.

He began walking down the hall towards his parents' room. He made sure to make as little to no noise as possible, as a precaution of course. He continued to walk, when he saw something blue move in the corner of his eye. His back hit the wall in shock, and he felt a scream rise in his throat, but stopped. He instantly felt stupid.
It was only his reflection. The blue had only been thelarge t-shirt he wore. He felt silent relief flow over him, but he couldn't rest. He then felt his hand unconsciously clench on his green boxers.

Opening the door, something wasn't right,
My parents looked peaceful, but the sheets felt wet,
It only took me a second to notice red, and scream.

Once the boy made it to his parent's room, he carefully opened the door, and was slightly confused by the sight. He could see the lumps that were his parents, but they looked like they were sleeping fine.
Being careful not to wake them, he slowly made his way to their bed. He soon noticed that the sheets looked strange. It was too dark to really tell though.

He placed his hand on the sheets, and was about to reach over and shake his dad, when he noticed something else. The sheets felt wet and sticky, but that wasn't the first thing he noticed. He also noticed red, but what scared him the most was his mom.

Her skin was no longer its soft pink, but now a pasty white, and her red lips now took on blue. However, her eyes were what frightened him. They were no longer lively and smiling, instead being the opposite of dead and lifeless. He also noticed the bullet hole in between her eyes, and the red blood that still slowly trickled down. He couldn't hold back that harsh lump in his throat from the hallway anymore. He finally felt himself scream.

"So, this is where you've been."

The voice caught me off guard, but who it had was worse,
He pulled out a gun, and I suddenly knew,
I dodged and ran.

The boy stared at the large figure blocking the doorway. He could tell it was definitely male, but it was too dark to see any other features. The man also appeared to be holding a limp body, which worried the boy most.

"I'm afraid that your sibling wasn't much of a challenge," He said, then he tossed the body, causing some blood to splatter on the boys face and shoulder,"But he did put up some fight."

The teen could only stare at the lifeless eyes of his brother. His body now bloody and pale, just like his mother's However, the boy looked back up when he heard a soft click. He could see the man was aiming a gun right at him, and from what he could tell he wasn't planning on missing. The boy knew he couldn't stay, so he did the first thing that came to mind.

As the boy began to move, the man fired his gun, but was too slow. The bullet barely missed the teen, before he dodged passed the larger man and ran.

My breath hitched as I ran,
However I tripped and looked down,
I knew my heart had instantly stopped.

The boy ran down the hall, his breathing hard as his heart beat in fear. He felt his breath hitch as he almost trip. He couldn't stop. He couldn't be caught. He had to get help.

He turned and began to run down the stairs, but felt himself fall half-way down them. He hit the floor hard, and was surprised he hadn't broken his neck. He could hear the man's heavy footsteps getting closer, and he got up to run again. However, before he took to five steps closer to the door, he tripped again, but it was too dark for him to see from what. He looked down, and he knew his heart had stopped. He had tripped over the dead form of his sister. He was so shocked and scared he couldn't scream, but when he looked around all he could see was that all the residents of his home was dead. His cousins, aunt, uncle, even his dog Lulu was lying there lifeless in a pool of her blood.

He knew the man had probably caught up by now, and he tried to get up to run again, but felt a pain shoot through his ankle. His ankle was spraned, he couldn't move.

I saw the man's form lean over me, his smirk wide,
I felt a tear of fear leave my closed eye,
I'm sorry everyone,
I knew my life was cut short.

The man made his way down the steps, a smirk on his face. The boy looked over and the man leaned over him. Fear shone clear in his eyes, and the man's smirk widened.

"What's this,"the man said, obvious glee in his tone,"I thought you wanted to get away?" The boy could only look away and close his eyes.

"Giving up,"he asked, and the boy heard his gun click,"That's a pity." The boy could only think about how sorry he was. He was too weak to save his family. Too weak to stop this man.

"Goodbye,"Was all the man said, before his gun fired.

'I'm sorry,' was the boy's last thought, before the bullet pierced through his chest and heart. He felt the searing pain it caused, before his world went black.

Stay tuned for Chapter 1...

Notes:
Sorry if it seems bad, but this is just something for you guys to get the feel of the story. Also, please note that this story is AU if you couldn't already tell. Also, I will not accept flames if you decide to review this story. You don't have to, but I wouldn't mind. Plus, I would appreciate it if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes I might of missed that you tell me, and I'll see if when I can fix it.