The House in the Forest


After watching a scary movie (a Haunting in Connecticut) I was hit with this idea of a horror/thriller FMA series. I've never done one so I decided to try it out. I also got this idea from a Prince of Tennis fanfic (that I forgot the name of) that had this sort of twist to it. Well anywho, I'm sorry if this isn't the scariest thing ever or you don't pee your pants but hey, I'm just having fun with this. ENJOY!


"Let's go on this path!"

"How about we not and say we did."

"But, Mikayla it will be fun!"

"Fun my black butt, I said no!"

"Well my Asian butt says yes so we're going!"

Mikayla rolled her eyes as her friend dragged her off the path they were on and down another one.

"Michelle, let's go back to the main path." Mikayla said.

"It's an adventure! Adventures are fun!"

"Yes, until a rapist comes out of no where and rapes us." Mikayla muttered.

"You're such a kill joy, lighten up!" Michelle pouted.

She started walking faster than Mikayla until she broke out into a sprint. Mikayla's right eye twitched a few times before she sprinted after her friend. By time she had caught up, Michelle had stopped in front of a padlocked fence that had a No Trespassing sign on it.

"I told you we shouldn't have gone down this path- what the hell are you doing?"

Mikayla watched her friend start to climb the fence.

"I'm gonna go explore!"

"Like hell you are! Get down!"

Before Michelle could be pulled down she was already on the other said of the fence. She walked up the dirt path and her white shoes were soon covered in mud.

"Wow."

"That house looks haunted or something lets go." Mikayla said, catching up to the Asian.

"I thought you didn't believe in ghost."

"I don't…"

The old Victorian house was at least five stories tall with two towers on either sides of the house. The brown paint was peeling off and all the windows were covered with white drapes or boarded up. Thorny vines crawled up half the house and around the porch.

"This looks like a great place to gather information!"

Mikayla looked at her friend (soon to be ex-friend if they didn't turn around and go home) an odd look, "For what?"

"My new novel of course! I'm going for creepy and supernatural." Michelle replied, advancing closer to the unwelcoming house.

To Mikayla the house screamed turn back now but obviously her brunette friend didn't think so. She had no choice but to follow her to the red double doors- fear wrapping around her body.

"Michelle, I really don't think this is a good idea. I mean, someone could still be living here!"

"Who? Who on earth could be living here?"

"Voldemort?"

Michelle rolled her brown eyes, "Really, Voldemort?"

"Either that or the Adams family."

Michelle approached the double doors and rung the cobweb infested doorbell. As suspected there was no answer after three minutes.

"See, no ones home that means we should go back towards the camping site." Mikayla said.

"No, this means we go and explore!" Michelle grinned, "Who knows, we could stop a bunch of gang bangers who have taken this as a safe house and report them!"

"Or we could be killed by those gang bangers." Mikayla countered, "We came out here to go to the lake which quite frankly is the other way. Let's go."

"Oh come on just ten minutes?"

Mikayla groaned as she was given puppy dog eyes, "Good lord, fine. Ten minutes and no more-"

"And no less!"

Michelle pried the door open and a creak echoed through the house. The room the girls had stepped in looked like it would be the foyer. Dusty couches sat against the wood planked walls and a filthy red rug sat in the middle of the floor.

"Let's go further-"

"Shoot-!"


~Mikayla~

So here we are. In a random mansion in the middle of the forest. Why? Because Michelle is an idiot. Why is Michelle an idiot? That is one of life's many mysteries. Now your probably wondering what happened. Well as we were about to walk further into the house the floor below us gave out and the door slammed closed. I knew it was a horrible idea to come into the God forsaken house but Michelle just haaaad to come in. F my life.

"Mikayla!"

Oh gosh she's calling me. Maybe I should just fake dead and hope this all a horrible dream.

"Mikayla get up! It's freakin' Edward Elric!"

Pft, like I haven't heard that one before.

"Mikayla, I'm going to stab you if you don't wake up."

I've heard that one before too.

I finally decided to stop torturing her and opened my eyes.

"Look!"

I sat up and I felt my blood run cold. Either that was Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang, and Riza Hawkeye or they are really good cosplayers. Like, really good. It was a good thing they were unconscious or they would be giving me weird looks cause I was freaking out.

"That is not Ed." I said, "I mean it can't be."

"I feel like I'm in a bad fanfic…" Michelle muttered.

(Breaking the 4th wall)

I finally calmed down a little to take note of my surroundings.

Above us were three holes- two where Michelle and I fell through and then one big one where I'm guessing the four FMA cosplayers came through.

"The hell?" I muttered.

The holes that were in the ceiling were slowly closing until there was no evidence that there ever was one (or three).

"Am I high?" Michelle asked.

"If you're high, I'm high."

The room we where in looked like a study room. Cobwebbed bookcases lined the walls and an old desk took its place in the back of the room. The window was boarded up so the only light came from a grimy lamp.

"How is this house getting electricity?" Michelle wondered, walking over to the lamp, "This house is so old and surely there is no one here to pay the electric bill."

I was too busy trippin' over the fact that the hole in the ceiling closed to notice there was electricity in the seemingly abandoned house.

"Mikayla, look at this."

I stood up and walked over to Michelle, "What is it?"

She pointed to a piece of paper on the desk that looked like a will of some sort.

"Merlin Ross." Michelle read, "1776-1860."

The rest of the will of was smudge and illegible.

"So do you think this is Merlin Ross' house?" I asked.

"Possibly." Michelle answered, "This is going to be such a good novel!"

"If we live…"

"Oh please, we just need to find the front door."

Did she totally forget about the fact that the hole in the ceiling closed for no reason what so ever? Apparently…

A groan was heard behind us and we whirled around to see the Edward Elric look-a-like sit up and rub his head.

"Where am I?" He muttered.

He looked around the room till his golden eyes landed on Michelle and I.

Oh gosh this really was Edward Elric.


Author Corner:

~In my opinion this was a painfully short chapter

~Hmm, for those who have read Not a Normal Girl and are currently reading Long Winding Road should there be Ed/Mikayla fluff? Though it might be awkward since there in a haunted house so probably gonna scratch that idea.

~All flames will be laughed at and put out with water but criticism will be taken and thought upon.