I know I start a lot of fan fic's but it is all depending on my muse at the time on what I write. I go back to all of them, reread and continue on depending on my mood that day.

The year was 1818. A teenager named Henry Mills was writing on a piece of parchment. His hands shook as he wrote, making the note almost unreadable. He was muttering things that didn't make any sense as he wrote. Blood all over his clothing, some on his head but none of which was his. He wiped it quickly from his head and continued to write. He was slow but the wording had to at least make sense to the next person who would see it. When he was done, he grabbed a hammer and walked over to a box that began to shake back and forth. "Henry." A dark voice came from within it.

The cross he had placed on top of it fell to the floor with a great clank. Henry bent and quickly picked it up as he shook his head. He hammered the cross to the box and then the note. "No." He said. "I will not let you harm anyone else."

Henry turned to leave the basement in which he stood. Making his way up the stairs as the box was now quiet. The note on top of it reading, "Do not remove the cross from this box for if you do, and it opens up all your nightmare's will come after you."

Present Day

Killian, Emma, Regina and Robin were four friend's that were road tripping together. They were in their last year of University and wanted to do something fun for once before graduating. They had no idea where they were going. They just wanted to take in the country view's and then drive in to Twon at night to find a hotel. Killian drove along with Emma in the passenger seat as she gently blew bubbles from her jar. Regina and Robin in the back and the Jeep top down, so enjoying the wind through their hair. Robin looked towards Regina as he put a single finger on her leg and she jumped. "What are you doing?" Regina asked, her tone laced in confusion.

"Did you know that you can catch anyone's attention by simply poking them in a nerve?" Robin asked as Regina tilted her head, "Common knowledge but I bet you didn't know there was a nerve in that part of your leg."

"If you wanted my attention, Robin, you could've gotten it another way." Regina said as Robin gave her a smile, "Like by, saying my name for example?"

"It is a beautiful name." Robin said in a very bad attempt to flirt.

Regina laughed which made Robin laugh a bit, although he did turn a crimson red from embarrassment. Once they had both stopped laughing, they looked at each other. Getting lost in one another's eye's. That was until, Robin shifted his gaze and looked towards Emma, who had her hand on the seat in front of them and her chin on the back of her hand, smirking. "Something you want?" Robin asked her, as Regina now looked towards her too.

"I am just wondering when you two are going to give it up already, and screw." Emma said as Regina's jaw dropped. "What?" Emma continued as she sat up straight now and looked at Regina, "You two are always flirting."

Killian was laughing from the driver's seat before taking a quick glance back at Robin and winked and then turned his attention back to the road again. "What I want to know.." Killian said, "Is when you and Regina are going to explore. You know... Girl on girl stuff."

"Too late." Emma said and now Robin and Killian's jaw dropped open and their eye's wide with disbelief. Regina, on the other hand, put her hands over her face as she filled up with embarrassment. "It was first year and we both-"

"Okay, just stop talking!" Regina exclaimed as she brought her hands forward.

"Oh no, please." Killian said with a chuckle, "I need details. I haven't got the best imagination in the world."

"Please." Robin said, "By this time, your imagination already has them unclothed in the bed together."

"Get out of my head!" Killian demanded as Robin laughed.

They drove along a long country road that seemed to be leading them nowhere's. In fact, they drove for about an hour before realizing that they were only going in circle's as Killian pulled off to the side. "Why is the GPS taking us in circles?" Killian asked as he looked at Emma as she shrugged, "I have only seen one house in the past hour and no one is living in it."

"That creepy house?" Robin asked as he looked at the skies that were turning dark, "I hate to say it, but that creepy house may be our only place to go for the night."

"I am not sleeping in an old abandoned house with rats and bugs and..." Regina said but was cute off by Emma.

"Ghost's." Emma said.

Killian looked at Robin and then to Emma as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "We have no other choice." Killian said, "Unless you want the four of us to sleep in the Jeep and have someone capture one of us in the middle of the night?"

"I don't wanna do that either!" Emma exclaimed.

"Then creepy house it is." Killian said as he started up the car again and drove off.

They drove for about twenty minutes before the creepy old house came in to their view again. Killian sped up a bit and once he was close enough, he pulled in to the driveway. The four of them got out of the car, Robin going in to the back to grab bags. They could use those to make pillows out of and possible blanket's. The sun was almost set as they walked along and inside of the house. Robin went in first to look around and make sure there was no loose boards as he walked.

Robin walked along what looked like was the kitchen at one point. A counter along the wall that hadn't been used in centuries. Killian took a look around as well and then looked towards the ceiling as a small smile crept up on his lips. "I know what this place was." Killian said.

"Come again?" Robin asked, as he continued to watch his footing as he made it in to the living room. Old mattresses on the floor, and lantern's making it clear that they weren't the first people here, but hoped that these people would not be coming back tonight.

"This place." Killian said, "There was a teenage boy who lived here and killed all his family. He was insane. Blamed it all on a box."

"A box?" Emma asked as she chuckled a bit. Not because it was funny exactly, more because she thought he must have truly been insane to believe such a thing.

"A box." Killian repeated, "Before they could execute him however, he hung himself. Up there."

As he spoke, everyone stopped and looked at the ceiling. Robin swallowed. "Let's continue, shall we?" Robin asked as he set down the stuff to the floor.

They all walked in to the living room and sat down, as Killian grabbed the lantern's and lit them up. Regina leaned against the wall deep in thought before looking at Killian. "Tell me more about this... box." She said as Killian smirked, happy someone was interested in his stories.

Killian loved history, especially history that had a dark story to it, and this was one of the darkest stories he had ever heard. Emma and Robin, on the other hand, grumbled. "For the record, Regina is now my favorite." Killian said as he looked to Emma and then Robin, letting his focus fall to Regina and his eye's turn more serious as he started the story. "It was back in 1818." Killian said, "The teenage boy's name was Henry Mills..."

"Mills?" Emma asked with a chuckle as she looked at Regina, "Any relation?"

Now, they were all convinced Killian was only trying to scare them but Regina wanted to hear the story regardless so she shushed Emma and motioned for Killian to continue. "Thank you." Killian said to Regina before continuing on, "Anyways, his family wasn't only murdered. They were brutally murdered. When the Town's people came in to check it out, his father was missing his head and laying in the closet. His mother was in ten different part's and his little sister? Well, they never found any of her part's. Just the blood that painted the walls and floor's."

"So," Robin said as he scratched his chin, "Where was the father's head?"

Killian shook his head. "They never found it." He said.

"Great story." Emma mumbled as she rolled her eye's, "I love how you can take any situation and make it..."

Emma was cut short by a loud thud in the basement. All four of them turned their head's towards the door that was ajar and swung gently against the breeze. "So," Regina said as she swallowed hard, "Where is this box suppose to be?"

"In the basement." Killian responded.

"Should we go check it out?" Robin asked as Regina and Emma both went wide eyed and shook their heads.

"After you." Killian said, as another thud sounded from down in the basement, twice as loud as the first.