Hey! Remember this fic? Yeah, I do too. I realised that this story has been completed for over a year now, and since I'm slowly returning my stories to fanfiction, I'm taking a chance with this one. This is my top story that used to have 200 plus reviews, so I hope I can get that again. Ten reviews per chapter? And this story is complete too so depending on the reviews I'll update five times a week or so because, hey, that's what I did the first time. :)

Okay, so the plot is from a Bollywood movie that is called Bhoothnath which was my inspiration. I was inspired to write a Yu-Gi-Oh version out of it. Don't hate me for that… Anyways, hope you enjoy this. I have high hopes on it.

Enjoy!

The Ghost of Yami Atem

Chapter 1

"Grandpa, are we there yet?" the soft voice of an eight year old child in the backseat asked for the fifth time that hour.

"Yugi, be patient. We'll be there soon, okay?" Grandpa told him, and Yugi watched as his Grandpa's eyes went back to the road. Yugi pouted for being ignored and he stared out the window impatiently, his tri-colored hair hiding most of the glass which forced his Grandpa to look at through the other window. His amethyst eyes were slipping shut, but he tried to stay awake since they were almost to their new home. He blinked tiredly, completely exhausted from the entire day of travelling.

"Do you want to sleep?" Grandpa then asked and Yugi instantly nodded before leaning his head on his Grandpa's shoulder.

"Where are you heading?" the taxi driver asked.

"We're going to the mansion down Eden Street," Grandpa informed the driver. Yugi listened halfheartedly as he felt his Grandpa straighten his head from slanting too much. Through his half lidded eyes he watched the driver widen his eyes.

"Really?" the driver exclaimed. "You have got to be joking?!"

Squeezing his eyes tighter, Yugi tried to make himself go to sleep, but he knew with his Grandpa and the driver talking he wasn't going to get that nap. He heard his Grandpa sigh.

"Why would I joke about something like that? I am not joking."

The driver gave a loud sigh of his own at the response and then leaned back into his seat. After a while of silence he spoke. "You do know that place is haunted, right?"

Yugi's eyes snapped open as he listened to the driver. He was no longer tired, just absolutely curious now.

"Yes," Grandpa admitted with a hint of annoyance. "I've heard of those rumors, but they're silly. I don't believe in them one bit. Ghosts don't haunt that place."

"If you say so," the driver said, shrugging as he turned down the old, unused street.

Yugi then sat up, leaning forward as he held on to the top of the driver's seat.

"Yugi, sit down," Grandpa ordered, but Yugi ignored him and instead looked at the driver.

"Is the house really haunted mister?" he asked, his curiosity too big to control.

The driver gave him a quick look before speaking. "Yes, it is. It has been haunted for the past four years, you know."

Yugi silently urged the driver to continue using the expression on his face.

"Stop telling him that nonsense. You're going to scare him!" Grandpa exclaimed angrily.

The driver blatantly ignored Grandpa and continued to speak. "The ghost is a boy, just in his teens. No one has ever seen him, but rumors says that he has red eyes."

Yugi stared at the man with wide eyes, curious and yet excited at the newfound information he was being told. He was always told that ghosts did not exist, so hearing it from this man made it almost impossible to believe.

"But the people who lived here long ago has their suspicions as to who the ghost may be," the driver continued. "A lot of people actually." Yugi listened with his ears opened wide and his imagination running wild with what the ghost could look like.

"The owners of the mansion were the Atem family. Somehow, one of the sons died in there when he was around sixteen or seventeen, if I remember clearly. However, people has their doubts too because the son had amethyst eyes just like yours and the same hairstyle, but with more blond spikes going upwards."

Yugi stared at the driver in awe, completely blown away by what he was being told. "Really, mister, I look just like the ghost?"

"Yes, so alike in fact that maybe when you see him he'll pity you and let you live," the driver said matter-of-factly.

"Okay, that's enough!" Grandpa yelled, grabbing Yugi and pulling him back into his seat. "No more stories!"

"We might as well let him know the truth," the driver said scowling.

"Just, drive," Grandpa huffed. The driver said nothing more and he just stared out at the bumpy road, arms turning ever so slightly as he drove.

Yugi settled back down next to his Grandpa even though his heart continued to pound rapidly with excitement. He looked back out the window while his mind ran wild with the supernatural information about the house. He couldn't wait to get there and see if it was true. But, it couldn't be. His Grandpa seemed to be sure that ghosts didn't exist.

Almost twenty minutes later a huge house loomed up in front of them. The big, iron gates were closed tightly as if it was trying to keep something in, and keep them out. Yugi stared, amazed.

It had a huge lawn and the door was a mahogany colour with a large handle. Stepping out of the car a harsh, cold wind smacked into him that caused a tornado of red, yellow, and orange leaves to fly about. Cobwebs hung in every corner and dust mixed with the autumn leaves were scattered everywhere. The big windows at the front of the house looked dirty and in a desperate need for repair and cleaning. All the uncleanliness, scary cobwebs, and the eerie sound of the house made it look very haunted.

"Wow," Yugi said in awe with his mouth hanging open, his eyes as big as saucers.

"It's great, isn't it?" his Grandpa exclaimed excitedly as he stepped out of the taxi. Yugi turned around and nodded his head with a smile plastered on his face.

"Bye mister!" Yugi then yelled as the car pulled away as soon as Grandpa slammed the trunk shut.

Grandpa just looked at the suitcases that the driver dropped on the ground and then towards the taxi that sped away. Yugi laughed as his Grandpa frowned and shook his head.

"Weird man," Grandpa mumbled to himself as he picked up their luggage and went up the short flight of stairs to open the door.

The doors creaked as they slowly opened, the inside of the house feeling very hollow and empty. All of Yugi's excitement faded away as he felt the spookiness of the house creep into his bones. Feeling nervous he hid behind his Grandpa, looking into the darkness of the house as shadows danced across the walls and covered furniture. Suddenly, the stairs which were located somewhere in the house creaked and Yugi's heart skipped a beat. The sound made it feel as if someone was walking upon them. Yugi gripped his Grandpa's pant leg.

"Yugi, it's okay. Nothing is wrong, see," Grandpa explained, smiling at him. Yugi watched as his Grandpa flipped the switch on to show him that nothing was wrong. Seeing the mansion come to life as it lit up, Yugi's curiosity returned and he came out from behind his Grandpa and stepped further inside, less afraid of the interior.

Inside, the structure was equally as messy as the outside. There were cobwebs hanging all over the place, the floor was full of leaves that came in from a broken window, and everything had mounds of dust on them. Grandpa groaned in displeasure. "This place needs a lot of cleaning before I can feel a little comfortable."

Yugi nodded his head in agreement. "It's really messy, huh Grandpa?" he asked, staring at what was no doubt the stairs. A grand staircase, to be exact, that was in the middle of the whole ground floor, splitting the room into two areas.

"Yes Yugi, it is. I have no idea how I'm going to get this place cleaned up."

"I can help," Yugi offered, looking at his Grandpa.

"Nope, you have school tomorrow," he reminded, waving a finger at Yugi.

Yugi pouted as his first plan to stay home failed. Guess now he'll just have to whine and complain until he got his way.

"Aww, why not?" Yugi complained, following him around as Grandpa checked out the kitchen and the living room.

"Because, it's a new school and it's better to get you settled in quickly," he explained firmly and a bit distractedly, not looking at Yugi.

"Pleeeease," Yugi whined, following his Grandpa as they made their way back to their luggage that was still at the front door.

"No," Grandpa stated. "Now, why don't you go upstairs and get settled into your room, okay," he suggested, smiling as he ruffled Yugi's hair.

Yugi smiled wearily as he sighed, finally giving up. "Okay."

"Hey! What do you think you're doing here?" Grandpa suddenly yelled out. Yugi looked behind him to where Grandpa marched over to the doorway and saw someone standing next to it.

The man in front of the door looked at the two of them with worry in his eyes. Yugi looked on, noticing the man's poor condition. Was he homeless? But, what was he doing in their home? The gates were locked, weren't they?

"Sir, I've been sleeping in front of this door and treated this place as my home for a long time. You are very brave to come here since no one else is brave enough to do so. Please, let me continue to stay here. I can protect you from the ghost since it never bothered me while I stayed," the man explained hurriedly, and took a step back when he saw Grandpa marching towards him.

Grandpa slowly reached for the broom that was behind the door, and with one cry he started to chase the man around with it.

"Get out! Get out you crazy person! First you break into my house and then you speak nonsense?! Ghosts don't exist, so why don't you just take a hike?!" Grandpa yelled. The man yelped as he ran into the house to dodge the armed man, running around the sofas and tables trying to get away from the furious Grandpa. Yugi giggled at the sight.

"Sir, please, I'm begging you. I'm sorry. It's just that I really need money and a place to stay. I would do anything, just please, don't hit me anymore. It really hurts..."

Grandpa stopped and stared at the man who was now cowering behind the covered couch. He continued to stare for a moment more only to finally put the broom down to his side.

"What's your name?" Grandpa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My name is Randy, sir," the man said quickly.

Grandpa thought for a moment before he came to a conclusion. "Okay, you'll get forty dollars every day depending on how much you help me, got it?" Grandpa stated firmly, pointing at the man before him who then broke out into a wide grin.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," Randy said happily.

"Okay, now go and start sweeping the leaves off the stairs outside," Grandpa ordered, throwing the broom towards him.

Randy fumbled with it until he finally got a grip and held it tightly. Running out, Grandpa's voice stopped him in his tracks and he braced himself, fearing another beating from the old man.

"And don't call me, sir."

"Yes sir, err, sorry sir. I'm going to go now, sir. I'll just go," Randy said, very much relieved before he slipped outside with embarrassment on his face.

Yugi laid at the bottom of the stairs, rolling on the ground in laughter by all that had just transpired in the short moment. Grandpa tried to stifle his laughs, but it proved to be very hard to contain them since Yugi's unrelenting laughter began to be contagious. Finally, he burst out laughing as well, moving forward to shoo Yugi to get his unpacking done.

While they were laughing downstairs though, no one saw the red eyes that watched them cautiously from upstairs, the owner hidden well within the shadows of the mansion.

There's chapter one! Hope you all liked it. I had fun rereading this. xD

Please review! I shall update again depending on reviews.