FASH: Kekekeke! That's my new evil chuckle/maniacal laughter, isn't it beautiful, anyways, yes, here's a new fic, just guess what the pairing is going to be, seriously, I'll bet you get it on the first try, if you know your Beyblade characters that is.

Disclaimer: My God, how many of these have I done?! Me. No. Own!

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Tyson's eyes didn't leave the screen as the axe murderer was killed by the vampire, and then the vampire went into some strange sort of lapse in sanity, and then, the movie ended and the commercials began. He was now seventeen and by his grandpa's standards, was 'too old' to go out trick or treating, so he had stayed home to watch KC TVs annual Monster movie Marathon.

"Hello viewer! It's October thirty first! And the spookiest time of the year! Or is it?" The corny voice began, Tyson's eyes went half closed as he glared at the screen. "Decided for yourself! Enter KC TVs new contest, and if you win, two weeks in November may be the scariest days of your life! The winner will be shipped off to McGregor Manor in Scotland, it's said to be haunted, and you'll help us to prove whether it is, or if it's not! Enter now!"

Tyson turned off the television. 'Hmm, well, that at least sounds interesting…' He strode over to his computer and went onto KC TV's website, entering the contest. "And now that I have fulfilled that little quest, time to raid the candy cupboard!"

It was November seventh, the day KC TV would be announcing the winner of their contest and Tyson watched the TV in complete boredom, the only good thing about this imparticular station, was all the monster, sci fi stuff they had going on. Tyson yawned and stretched across the couch, eyes blearily focusing on the screen.

"And the winner of the Monster Movie Marathon Contest is…." KC, the owner of the station paused, trying to heighten the suspense. "Tyson Grainger!" Tyson's eyes snapped open at this and he fell off the couch, arms flailing in the air and eyebrows twitching madly. "WHAT?"

"Now then Tyson, I would just like to give you a brief history lesson." KC said, shuffling some papers in front of him, Tyson was sitting boredly in the huge office, he was right across the man who, in his own personal opinion, was more supernatural than a ghost, and he look kind of odd to, he had albino pale skin, black hair, and magenta eyes.

"The ghost said to haunt the castle is the last known person of the McGregor clan, Jonathan McGregor." Tyson tried his hardest not to break out into a fit of yawns.

"After his parents, or more likely, his other, arranged his marriage at the age if nineteen to Bridget O'Connelle, a noble woman he did not like, and not allowing him to marry the girl he did love, a nameless maid who worked at his castle, who did not love him back, he mysteriously died."

'Sounds like a suicide case to me.' Tyson thought as he fought to keep his eyes open, the chair was so comfortable, big, plush and soft…

"The most recent case of trying to renovate the castle was five years ago, but many mysterious things began happening, and the owner was scarred away, no one knows where the deed to the property is, so until it is found, the government of Scotland owns it, and they are allowing KC TV to film there. You will be alone, under a constant vigil by cameras we've set up throughout the manor, and we will also give you a hand held tape recorder incase you get any up close and personal encounters with Jonathan McGregor. Do you accept the challenge?"

Tyson finally snapped fully awake. "Definitely!" KC nodded. "Good, go home and pack, you're leaving tomorrow."

FASH: I promise the next chapters will be longer, but this was kind of like a prologue, anyways, KC, you can tell his parents (cough me cough) weren't very good at the naming process.