I have too many ideas not pertaining to Hangman's Forest and I must write them. This is another Nalu horror AU because I can't stop writing them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail

The first thing Lucy saw when she opened her eyes was the night sky.

Stars speckled here and there, the silvery moon round and fat above her. She could see the tops of trees prickling the edges of her vision, and an owl dashed across her field of vision. But the problem was, this wasn't where she'd fallen asleep. Lucy slept in a bed, like a normal person. And from what she could feel, she was laying on stone. Some form of pathway? She was outside. And it was cold. Lucy wore the same thing she had been wearing when she'd fallen asleep, probably at her computer desk, and luckily she'd done so with a bra on. Being a novelist had it's late nights. She was wearing jeans and a hoodie, her phone a weight in the front pocket.

"Where am I?" She thought.

Her day had been completely normal. She'd worked on her novel, gone shopping, worked on her novel some more, and taken a nice shower. She worked on her novel again, and that was the last thing she remembered. She had to have fallen asleep.

How did she get here? Lucy's mind was fuzzy. She lived in an apartment, and lived nowhere anywhere like this.

Lucy propped herself up onto her elbows, observing her surroundings.

She was sitting in a clearing, a cobblestone pathway beneath her. Not far away was a looming house. It was tall and dark, made of dark wood with peeling paint. A staircase lead up to the porch, which was wide and dark as well. On either side of the grand door were lamps, dimly lit and casting pale shadows across the wood and down the stairs. The house itself had turrets and windows, wide like eyes. There were no lights in the windows. They were just simply dark. Curtains with some faded pattern were curled back and away from the windows on the inside. Glancing over her shoulder, Lucy saw a large wrought iron gate. It was shut, the lock closed.

It looked like there was nowhere to go but inside.

If the gate was closed, how the hell did she get in here? Lucy's heart swung to her stomach, dread flooding into her bloodstream. Lucy stood up, her legs wobbling. She took several deep breaths to calm herself. Where is this place? The gate was locked, so leaving wasn't an option. Maybe the creepy house had a back door? Lucy gulped.

Lucy steeled herself and walked along the path until she reached the porch. The boards creaked under her feet. Lucy realized that she'd apparently forgotten to remove her shoes, as they were still on. The thin canvas of her converse did little to protect her feet from the chilly night. Lucy put a hand against the wood, pushing. The door creaked open, and Lucy had to use both hands to shove it the rest of the way. The door led into complete darkness, and when Lucy stepped inside, she shut the door as quietly as she could.

It was so dark inside Lucy could barely see her hand in front of her face. She groped inside of her hoodie pocket, withdrawing her phone. She switched it on, switching on the flashlight. The circle of light lit up the room, shining off of the dirty glass panes that divided the foyer and the room beyond it. Old shoes were shoved into a rack to Lucy's left, a thick layer of dust coating them. A painting hung on the wall, the canvas covered in so much dust the picture was barely visible. Lucy took a deep breath before walking into the next room. It was a living room.

A staircase wound up the wall to Lucy's right, and a window was in the wall to the left. Faded curtains muffled the moonlight, a red couch pressed against the will beneath the window. A lamp with a torn shade sat on a low end table. The carpet was mildew ridden, its Persian print faded and dull. In the corner stood a cabinet full of chipped dishes. Well, creepy as it may be, it was warmer in here. But Lucy felt like she was being watched. She looked around the dark room, shining her flashlight, but found nothing. There was a door beside the staircase that stood open, and Lucy decided she'd rather take her chances there.

It was a dining room. Windows were along the left wall, their curtains drawn, but the glass too dirty to see through. In the middle of the room was a long table with a dirty white table cloth. A wine glass lay on its side, the scarlet liquid that had been inside dried into the fabric. Chipped plated sat in front of the chairs on the table, a few of which were laying on their sides or broken into pieces. A chicken bone lay on one of the plates. It was like the dinner guests had just got up and left. A chandelier hung on the ceiling, cobwebs hanging from the crystals.

This house was abandoned, but there were signs of life. Lucy shone her light about the room, but froze. In her peripheral vision, Lucy saw something move. Her fight or flight instincts kicked in and her heart started fluttering. Her eyes fell on one of the fallen chairs. It creaked, and suddenly tipped onto its side. Lucy jerked back, her body seizing. It began to drag across the floor, its jarring noise cracking the silence.

Lucy's eyes went huge as the chair clattered along the floor, as if pulled by unseen hands. A scream bubbled up in her throat, and she clapped her hand over her mouth to suppress it. She swallowed the sickening, cottony feeling that formed in the back of her throat. She took a shaky breath, her lungs burning.

"Wh-who's there?" Lucy whimpered, and everything went silent.

Horribly silent. Lucy could hear blood pounding in her ears, and she kept her wide eyes fixed upon the chair. It didn't budge. It was still. Lucy rubbed her eyes, telling herself it was her imagination. It had to be. These things only happened in movies and books. She took several breaths, her tongue dry. She didn't move her eyes from the chair.

Then, it moved again. It moved fast towards the wall, and it lifted into the air, slamming into the wall below the closest window. It broke into pieces, splintered wood flying. Lucy backed away fast, her back slamming against the wall.

"Please tell me who's here, dammit!" Lucy cried, the color in her face gone.

In response, all she heard was a giggle.

Oh god oh god oh god.

Lucy covered her mouth again, her teeth sinking into the skin of her fingers.

Something was there. Lucy didn't know what, but she shoved herself along the wall until she was at the door, beginning to back through it, back into the living room. Before she could, though, something began to form beside the window.

Its shape was human, female, judging by the body's shape. Long cobalt hair hung down to the woman's elbows, and her face and body were incredibly pale. Her eyes were dull blue, piercing. She wore a grin on her face too wide to be natural. Lucy's eyes went wide, her breath escaping her.

She needed to get out of here fast.

Lucy whirled around, glancing over her shoulder. It wasn't helpful that when she looked back, the woman was gone. Lucy raced to the door, swinging it open. It opened with ease, much to her surprise, and she rushed out onto the porch, onto the steps, only to be met with...

...Rain?

Lucy looked up, and backed back onto the porch with shaky legs. Her legs gave out, depositing her onto her knees. The sky had been clear when she'd arrived here, the stars visible. But now the sky was devoid of any light, needle-like rain pouring down. If she left the house, she would catch hypothermia. She would die. And it was cold enough that this rain could become snow any minute.

There was nowhere to go but inside.

I NEED TO WRITE AND THIS WAS MY OUTLET. Okay, I will update this. I hope the fear factor was high enough, I certainly tried. Stay tuned, and tell me what you think!

~Starry