Disclaimer: Wow, a new story. This idea had been buzzing in my head for a while. I wanted to wait until I finished ZHNP, but there are A LOT of other stories in my mind that I'll be working on after that, so I decided to start this one now, because I'm most excited about it.

The idea came to me from watching two awesome horror movies, Poltergeist and 13 Ghosts. As you know, I'm a big fan of JTHM. I always loved a good haunted house story, but I wonder, why haven't I found any about good ol' house #777? This was first going to be a story about Nny being haunted by his past victims, but then I made him the main ghost. He seems like such a tragic figure while alive, I knew that he in ghost form would be truly sad and terrifying. I also wanted to make a cool family cast to be scared by him.

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A large blue van pulled up the driveway. The trunk door opened, full of suitcases and gigantic boxes. From the driver's seat came a thirty-seven old man with gray hair and a matching goatee. "Well, guys, what do you think?"

A woman with short blonde hair around the same age as the man stepped out of the passenger's seat, followed by a ten year old boy with black hair, a sixteen year old girl with dirty blonde hair put up in a short ponytail, and a thirteen year old girl with short brunette hair with red highlights. She was wearing a black blouse with matching black pants.

"I dunno," said the sixteen year old. "It looks a little small."

"It had had some additions put on it not too long ago, Caitlyn." said the man. "In fact, the entire house was fixed up. Apparently, it didn't have much value when the last owner left." The family walked to the front door. They all stepped through, except for the younger girl. She looked at the exterior of the house. Only one story, and the roof was flat. It was rather wide, though. Her dad was right about the size. The additions made it plenty big for her whole family. She could tell what was part of the original house. The additions looked much newer.

"Hurry up, Erin!" called her sister.

"Alright, alright!" she followed her sister into the house. She could see that everyone was looking for their bedroom. They all looked alike; the only difference was in size. She soon found her room, and her brother's was across from it. She could see him jumping on his bed.

"Erin, is this house cool or what?" he said.

"Garrett, will you quit that!" Caitlyn yelled. "It's making my room shake!"

"Fine!" Garrett pouted. He jumped off his bed. "I'm gonna go look at this house some more." he said as he left his room.

Erin looked around her own room. It was quite odd. There was only her bed and a dresser table with a square mirror, but it was surrounded by red curtains. She looked on the top of the dresser, and suddenly saw two strange looking knives sitting on top of it. When she looked again, they were gone.

She sighed. It must have been some sort of a vision. Ever since she could remember, she had known she was "gifted" with psychic powers. She knew that there was something wrong with this house. The only person that ever believed her, however, was her brother. She left her room and went to find Garrett.

"Erin!" her mother called.

She paused. "What?"

"We're gonna go to the store to get dinner. We'll be back soon."

"Okay!" she replied. She rolled her eyes and continued.

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Garrett walked around the living room. "Man, this house is pretty empty." The living room only had a single couch and a relatively small TV.

"Maybe we should've brought some furniture from our old house." He went to the far left side of the room and leaned against the wall. He stayed there for a moment then took a step forward. He noticed that the floorboard he stepped on seemed looser than the rest. He stepped on it again, but he heard a click sound this time. He turned around to face the wall behind him. He heard another click, and then suddenly, the wall opened like a door, revealing a long staircase. It went really far, and the room was so dark he couldn't even see where it led.

He grinned. It seemed there was more to this house after all. He started down the staircase.

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Erin thought she heard something in the other room. "Uh-oh, I hope Garrett didn't break anything."

She ran into the living room and was amazed at what she saw. On the left side of the room, a door stood open that she had never seen before. She stood before it. It didn't take a genius to figure out where Garrett was now. She peered down the staircase. "Garrett!" she yelled. "Get your butt back here!" No answer. She sighed and started towards the bottom.

She took each step carefully. The staircase was really long, and with each step she took, it seemed to get darker. When she finally found that she was at the bottom, her eyes had adjusted.

She saw that there were two hallways she could follow. A chill went through her spine. She had a really bad feeling about this place, but she had to find Garrett. She took a right turn and came upon a gigantic hallway. When she looked at what was in it, her heart stopped.

The walls were completely covered in people, bound to the walls. As soon as they noticed her, they all began to beg for help. She could hear a voice amid all the wailing, and found a man kneeling in front of one of the victims, a bloody knife in his hand. He had a skeletal figure, a mess of black hair that only grew at the top of his head, and was dress in a long black trenchcoat and steel-tipped boots.

He was in front of a woman who was lying on the floor. She was in a bloodstained straightjacket, and her legs were tied together.

"I don't understand!" she cried. "Why am I here? I don't belong here!"

"It must be a further continuation of your punishment." he said. "You and I share the same fate. Always remaining here in this world, never being able to rest. I know why I'm unable, but I'm not sure about you."

"You bastard!" she screamed. "It's your fault! Ever since you brought to this horrible place..." she trailed off as she began to sob.

He lifted the knife. "Well, I'm certainly not complaining. I could use some entertainmet."

"Hey!"

The man turned to face Erin. "What do you want? I'll get to you later!"

"Let her go!" Erin demanded. "You can't kill her!"

The man froze, and soon began to laugh hysterically. "Kill her? Ha! You're a little late to save her." He grabbed her head and turned it to face Erin. She screamed when she saw blood gushing from her mouth.

"What the hell did you do to her?!"

"That doesn't matter now, does it?" he said. "Now tell me, who are you? How did you get her?"

"Why do you think I'd tell you?"

"Wait a minute," He stood in front of her and grabbed her shoulder. "You're alive?"

"Of course I am! What else would I be?"

"That means..." He stepped forward. "The door...it's been opened." He reached into his pockets. "Finally the moment I've been waiting so long for!" He pulled out another knife and held the two above his head. Blood suddenly swirled around him, and then he was gone.

Erin didn't know exactly what was going on, but she realized that whoever he was, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to let him go through the door into the house. She began rushing to the stairs, but stopped when she heard his voice echo through the room.

"You're too late! I'm free now!"

Erin stopped in her tracks as she felt a wave of icy air pass through her. It became clear that was she was dealing with wasn't human.

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And thus my new story starts. I've always thought that the way to Nny's basement wasn't as obvious as a door clearly on a wall. Now I know the whole psychic in a horror story is kinda corny, but hear me out. My friend whom Erin is based on does have a certain degree of psychic abilities. Every time something really bad is going to happen anywhere, she gets really tired ands feels sick. I hope this turned out alright. It's my first time writing a JTHM story with more than 1 chapter and writing a story in this genre.