Queen Luana: I'm writing this at noon, cause if I write it at night the images are still running before my eyes and they'll haunt me in my sleep. That's right, I really fear that movie, it is so horrifying. I wrote it anyway and I'll try to make it a good one. Yes, once again it's with the Briefs, since they just go so well with these kind of stories. This time Bulma will have a bigger part in it, since I kinda ditched her in the other fics (Rings, Hide and Seek). She was always out of the country for some reason. But not this time! In a matter of fact, let's make her the leading role.

When somebody dies...

In the grip of a powerful rage...

A curse is born.

The curse manifests in that place of death.

Anyone who encounters it -

is consumed by its fury.

The House

As soon as she set foot inside the hall, Bulma Briefs hated the house. It had a dark, gloomy radiance and the walls and floors all wore dull tints. Although there were many windows and a large slide door, the rooms were weakly illuminated. Above it all, she swore she could hear some creaking in the attic. But they had bought it anyways, she knew it would've been much wiser if she had gone along house shopping with her parents but with all that work… And of course her parents had placed convenience over beauty. The house was in a state of dicomposition, but it was close to school and work. With a sigh she placed the first boxes in the hall, just as her husband walked in.

"When was this build? At the end of the ice age?" he said as he set the three large boxes next to the first one. If there was one thing she and her husband agreed on, it was on the house. Her 15 year old, lavender haired son walked in chuckling. "Yeah… I think Jesus used to live here," he said looking around and Bulma sighed deeply. "I know, Trunks, but it'll have to do. Keep in mind this was a very cheap house." "Not even a bum would want to live her," Trunks said, and threw his backpack against the stairs. "I'm gonna take a walk, alright?" "Oh no you don't!" Bulma snapped. "You are going to help us unpack!" But her son already hurried outside, pretending he hadn't heard.

Bulma kicked out her sneakers and went to takle a complete look a the new house. "One year," she muttered to herself. "Then we're gonna find a new place." She figured one year was long enough to get bored at a home. The previous inhabitants had left the house exactly as it was. The furniture was still there, even an old TV and an answering-machine. Two items who didn't fit in the ancient living room. The couch was filthy and contained dark spots Bulma rather would not know of what made them. The carpet was dusty and she sneezed loudly when she stomped on it a couple of times. The air was very thick so she opened the sliding door, at least she tried to since the thing was obviously stuck.

"Need some help?" Vegeta said and pulled it open with no ease. Bulma glared at him. "I just wanted to help!" he said and rolled his eyes, then went back to the car to continue unpacking. Bulma stepped into the garden and enjoyed the gentle sun stroking her skin. "I guess we'll manage," she muttered and sat down in a nearby chair, after she had dusted it off.

At dinner, her husband and son were still telling lame jokes about the house. "I bet God created this first before he decided to make living things," Trunks sniggered and his father laughed loudly. Bulma just stared at the ceiling. She had been hearing the noise all day now. Thumps coming from the attic, as if someone was walking there. This had concerned her, but she simply blamed it on the age of the house. She bet it all croaked a bit in there. "Trunks, did you make your homework yet?" she said when everyone had finished dinner and she started cleaning up. Trunks moaned. "It's just some stupid math, mum," he said but Bulma pointed a strict finger at the stairs and softly whining Trunks stood up and went upstairs.

"Give the kid a break," Vegeta said. But Bulma sighed. "The problem with you Vegeta, is that you really do lack parental duties. He needs to study!" "You don't expect a kid to concentrate when the ceiling could fall down on his head any moment." "Oh stop it, it's not that old," she said when she suddenly heard the ground creak loudly above her. "Trunks?" she said, a small fear clutching her breath, then upstairs a door opened. "Hey dad! Wanna bet how many times I gotta jump before the ground falls apart!" Bulma nearly screamed in frustration. "That's it, I'm going to bed."

Really everything creaked… even the bed did. Bulma sighed and stared into the dark room blankly. Trunks was still jumping up and down in the other room and Bulma smacke dthe wall angrily. "Trunks, go to sleep!" Her son laughed, then the thumps stopped. A few minutes later her husband joined her as well. "I hate this house, Vegeta," she said. "I really hate it." "I know," he said obviously tired. "But you'll be amazed what a little paint can do." She ran a hand through her green hair. "It's just so old! You can't get anywhere without the entire house hearing you! Everything creaks and the walls are covered with cracks!" Vegeta smiled. "Wanna find out how long it'll take before the bed falls apart?" She giggled when her husband kissed her in her neck.

Bulma opened her eyes and immediately realised it wasn't morning yet. Her watch told her it was nearly 3 AM and she cursed softly. The more she slept the less she had to withness the ugly old house. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Thump.

Her eyes shot open again and she gazed up at the ceiling. The thump she heard must've been right above her, in the attic. Another thump… Someone was walking there! The thumps went faster, increasing, moving away. She clutched her sheets tightly. Although they were mere thumps, they frightened her. Then suddenly, another load creak… and she heard a door opening. She shrieked and pulled the sheets over her head, shaking in fear. Someone was definetely in the house. Suddenly the sheets were pulled away and she screamed loudly, only to find her husband looking down on her. "What's the matter with you?"

Bulma wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I heard something… in the attic… and then in the hall. There's something in our house!" Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "There's Trunks." Bulma shook her head as to say: 'it wasn't him.' Vegeta kicked off the sheets and stood up. "I'll go check." The minute he was gone Bulma waited in fear; The thumping had stopped, and all she could hear were her husbands footsteps on the old floor. Then he returned and crawled into bed again. "Trunks was going to the bathroom." He chuckled. "Were you actually afraid of some stupid creaking?" "It wasn't stupid creaking!" Bulma snapped. "It were footsteps!" "Sure…" Vegeta muttered and rolled over. Still not feeling entirely at ease she pulled the sheets over her ears, and fell asleep half an hour later.

Queen Luana: For those who are new to my fics… my first chapters are always lousy. They usually get better in the next chapters. And those who have already seen the Grudge can guess what's up there, huh? (evil grin) PURE EVIL! Lol, hate that movie. Couldn't sleep for two nights. Please review and tell me what you think! And that's especially you, hi y'all!