Hey guys! Okay, this is a brand new story and I know you guys are like, "What the heck? She just posted a new story just a month ago! She should be working on her other stories!" I know. And I'm sorry. But I thought of this and I can't get the idea out of my head! NO FLAMES! I just hope you enjoy this!

Oh yeah, I've been forgetting to do this. I don't own any of the Chipmunks or Chipettes. I don't own Dave Seville or Miss Miller. But, I do own the conjoined story line from the the show The Haunted. I don't own the show The Haunted. My friend, MissUnderstood999, and I own Claire Seville and David Seville. (David is not Dave Seville. He is Alvin's son.) And if anyone wants to borrow anything that I own, they must have my approval.

The Haunted

Ch. 1

The Sevilles have just moved into a new house on the account of their children starting to become young toddlers. Alvin had decided that the children needed to grow up in a bigger house. Brittany was with him all the way. Claire and David Seville were already becoming a hassle.

Claire was getting into trouble all the time, like Alvin. Of coarse Claire was a Daddy's girl. Sweet, little David Seville was very clingy to his mother and sister. David would start to fuss if Brittany wasn't holding him at all times or if Claire wasn't in the same room with him. Claire would fuss if she wasn't the center of attention at all times, that's why she would cause trouble, to get more attention.

The worst thing about Claire causing trouble was that she and David had just started walking, meaning she could now get to more places to cause more trouble.

"Claire!" Brittany exclaimed, seeing the remains of the broken vase scattered on the floor.

Claire just gave Brittany her most innocent face.

"No. That is not going to work anymore," Brittany stated, crossing her arms.

Claire pouted. David gave out a loud whimper, stating he was going to cry if Brittany didn't pick him up.

Brittany sighed and said, "I can't pick you up now. I have to clean up this mess that your sister made."

Brittany picked Claire up and put her over in the "Naughty Chair."

Claire started to cry. She hated being in timeout.

David started to cry, seeing Claire was not in the room and Brittany wasn't holding him.

Brittany rubbed her temples, obviously stressed. She tried to calm herself. Alvin will be home from work soon, she thought.

She grabbed a broom and started to clean up the remains of the vase. David was a refusing to calm as she cleaned. He even had walked over and was trying to grab the broom from Brittany so she would pick him up.

Brittany sighed and said in a stressed tone, "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this..."

She scooped him up and David calmed immediately. She brought him over to the Naughty Chair placed him down next to him sister. He immediately burst into tears again. He never went to timeout.

Brittany went back to cleaning the vase up.

David cried out, "Mama! Mama! Mama!"

It broke Brittany's heart to be like this, but she couldn't carry David around forever.

Brittany's POV

I heard the door open and a familiar voice yell, "I'm home!"

I sighed with relief. Alvin was home.

Claire looked excited and yelled back, "Daddy!"

I could tell Alvin was smiling at the sound of his daughter calling out to him.

Alvin walked in and saw the kids in the Naughty Chair and me cleaning up. Now I could tell he was frowning. He asked, "What did Claire do this time?"

I sighed and sat on my legs. I quietly said, "Claire broke this vase. I had to put her in time out and clean this mess up. David started crying and pitching a fit because I wouldn't pick him up."

Alvin frowned and sat on the ground next to me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. He whispered into my ear, "Oh, Brittany...you need a break...you're stressing yourself out..."

I gave him a small nod. I then sighed again, "I can't take a break. I need to help with the renovations."

Alvin frowned. He knew I wouldn't let up. He sighed, "Okay..."

That night, after Alvin and I had laid the twins down to sleep in their cribs, we showered and laid down in our bed. Alvin lightly played with my hair while I kept my head on his chest. I started to feel Alvin stop playing with my hair. That meant he was falling asleep. I looked around the room. The only light came from the moon outside the window. The moon calmed me and I slowly fell asleep along with Alvin.

I woke up with a gasp. I had heard something. I don't know what the sound was, but it was something. I gazed around the room and I noticed the power was out. The fan had stopped moving and the digital clock was off.

I gently shook Alvin. I whispered, "Alvin...Alvin...the power's off..."

Alvin half woke up. He whispered, "Okay. You go turn it back on."

With that said, he rolled over and fell back asleep.

I huffed and mumbled, "Of coarse."

I climbed out of bed. I shivered lightly. How come it was so cold? The power's out! I shook the thought off and made my way out of the room, through the hall, down the stairs, through a few more halls, through the door that lead to the stairs to the basement, down that flight of stairs, and into the basement.

It's so creepy down here. It's freezing too. I started making my way through the rubble. It felt like someone was watching me. I looked around, just to make sure no one was here. No one was around me. It still felt like someone was watching me.

I found the power box and started to look through the labeled switches. What the heck? The house switch was turned off. That means someone came down here and turned it off manually. Claire and David can't even reach the power box. Alvin might've turned it off to mess with me, but he was with me the whole time. I shrugged it off. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

I reached up to the small switch. As I turned the power back on, I heard laughter behind me. My eyes became wide and I quickly spun around. I quickly looked around. No was there. But someone must've been there! Who was in the house?

I ran as fast my legs could carry me back up to my bedroom. I shook Alvin hard. Alvin immediately jumped up.

"What!" he yelled.

I was freaking out. I was shaking and I had tears streaming down my face. I cried out, "I-I went down to the basement to turn the power back on, but while I was down there, someone started laughing behind me! When I turned around, no one was there! I think someone may be in the house!"

Alvin was confused for a moment before grabbing a bat out of the closet and searching the house with me right behind him. After an hour of searching, he said, "Brittany, there's no one in the house."

I was still crying. I cried out, "There's someone here! I know it!"

Alvin pulled me into his arms, calming me. He laid back down with me. I cried myself to sleep and Alvin stayed awake until he knew for sure that I was sleeping.

In the morning, Alvin and I woke up around the same time to the usual cries of our children. We went down to the hall to their room. Claire was holding her teddy bear that she had officially named Teddy. Teddy was her best friend. She never went anywhere without him. She also got very angry if anyone called him 'it' or 'toy' because she believed the teddy bear was real.

David immediately reached out for me, wiping the old tears off his face. I scooped him up. David gave me a hug.

Alvin picked Claire up. Claire was too busy talking to Teddy to notice Alvin. I silently chuckled. She could be even sweeter than David sometimes.

We walked them down to the kitchen. We set them down in their chairs at the table. Alvin and I started on breakfast. We shared this responsibility on days like this. This was one of the days that Alvin didn't have to work.

He started to joke with me, "Do you hear anyone laughing behind you now?"

I rolled my eyes.

Maybe it was just my imagination...or maybe it wasn't.

How'd you guys like that? Interesting, isn't it? Please R&R! I bet you're wondering what's gonna happen next! Did Brittany really imagine that laugh? Well, you'll just have to stick around to find out!