Ja so quick authors note. I started this since Halloween ist right around the corner. I might finish this before, might finish it after, who knows. I do intend to finish this though. No real pairings since half the couples are... well you'll find out. It does revolve around Duncan und Courtney however. Plus a bit of DxG FRIENDSHIP. Thought I'd try my hand at a little mystery so let me know how it goes. I had something else to say but I forgot... meh enjoy. Rating will probably go up in later chapters. One or two quotes from TDI/A. Not mine seeing as I don't own TDI/A. (If I did Courtney would stop being a bitch and get to makin out vith Duncky...) Sigh. One can only dream.
Chapter 1: All in the Spirit
Duncan leaned over the railing of the boat staring down at the murky lake water that splashed up against the side of the boat. Shivering slightly he burrowed deeper into his black hoodie. God it was freezing! But that was to be expected. After all it was the middle of Fall with Halloween just around the corner, hence him being on the boat in the first place. The cool mist that occasionally sprayed up on his face didn't help much, so he decided to back away from the railing.
"Yo, DJ!" Duncan called over his shoulder still staring down at the water. "How much longer?"
"Not to much longer." His friend's nervous voice called back from where he was steering the boat. "We should be able to see the island soon."
"I still say we should have stayed home for Halloween." I voice grumbled behind him. Rolling his eyes Duncan turned to see a scrawny redhead with huge green tinted glasses who was organizing some cards by the looks of it.
"And do what? Trick-or-treat like a bunch of kids?" Duncan sneered. The redhead looked up to glare at him before returning to his cards.
"Aw come on Duncan, trick-or-treating isn't that bad. You used to love it as a kid." Another voice said. The one who had spoken, a girl with dark hair and blue streaks, was sitting against the railings with a sketchpad in her hands. Her name was Gwen and she and Duncan had been friends since Kindergarten.
"Yeah, he loved that he could have one day when he could practically do anything he wanted and get away with it. The treats were just a perk." The redhead scoffed rolling his eyes. Duncan glared at him again.
"Hey lighten up guys, this is goanna be great!" Another voice said.
"See? Tyler's got the right idea." Duncan said with a smirk. Tyler, wearing his usual red tracksuit to keep him warm, shot him a thumbs up before disappearing down below, probably to get some food.
"I don't know Duncan… Maybe Harold is right. Maybe we should head back…" The redhead Harold looked proud of himself as he glanced over at the girl who sat beside Gwen. Bridgette, who was trying to stay warm in her regular blue hoodie and jeans, looked nervous as her eyes darted from place to place as if expecting something to jump out and eat her.
"Aw come on Bridge, where's your sense of adventure." Gwen teased nudging her friend playfully.
"Yeah. If you two are so scared you should have stayed home." Duncan scoffed crossing his arms over his chest. Bridgette shrugged while Harold stayed silent. Instead of doing the same old routine of scaring innocent children and conning adults for candy Duncan and his four friends, and Harold, decided to do something a little different. Duncan Gwen Bridgette Tyler and DJ had all planned to borrow DJ's dad's boat and take it out to an island a few miles away that was supposedly haunted. Harold, his annoying cousin, had whined to his mom to let him go to. Duncan didn't even know why he wanted to go, he hated Harold's guts and vice-versa, but Duncan's aunt's word was law. So the nerd had to be dragged along with them. Bridgette was just a plain scaredy cat, but Gwen had convinced her to come along with them. Said she couldn't survive a whole weekend surrounded by just guys.
"This is goanna be awesome. A whole weekend on a haunted island!" Tyler exclaimed as he reappeared back on the deck again, a large bag of chips in his hand.
"And with Halloween two days away you can bet the spirits will be out and about! Ghosts and ghouls, and banshees of all kinds!" Duncan said waggling his fingers menacingly.
"Oh please. Everyone knows there's no such thing as ghosts. The possibility of any sort of otherworldly specter hanging around an island, or anywhere for that matter, is incredibly far fetched it you ask me." Harold said in a matter of fact tone.
"Well no one did ask you, did they, Count Dorkula."
"Don't be such a killjoy." Gwen agreed leering at Harold over her sketchbook.
"After all, it's all in the Halloween spirit! Who else gets to spend an entire weekend on an old abandoned island in the middle of nowhere?"
"Middle of nowhere is right! I can't even see the lights of the mainland anymore." Bridgette said nervously looking all around her. Water surrounded her on all sides, and it was getting close to sunset.
"We could have stayed in a haunted house." Harold grumbled.
"Yeah, but everyone stays in a haunted house!" Tyler exclaimed with a mouthful of chips. Swallowing he suddenly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice. "Besides, as far as we know, no one has even set foot on this island in years…" he whispered as his eyes darted back and forth.
"The ghosts keep intruders away by covering the island in such a thick fog you can't even see your trembling hand in front of your terrified face." Duncan added with the same deep dark voice. Tyler Duncan and Gwen laughed while Bridgette frowned and Harold rolled his eyes.
"Hey guys! Look, you can see the island." DJ called. Duncan hurried up the ladder to where DJ was steering the boat and stood beside his friend. Peering out to where DJ was pointing he saw it, the haunted island.
"Sweet! How much longer till we get there?" Duncan asked. DJ shrugged in his brown and green jacket that was two sizes to big for even him.
"About a half an hour give or take. But dude, are you sure we should be going there? I mean… it's haunted!" DJ asked nervously. Duncan rolled his eyes at him.
"Come on man! We already got two wimps and we don't need another one. Besides this is goanna be awesome!"
"Yeah yeah. A whole weekend on a creepy abandoned island… joy." DJ sighed.
"Come on dude lighten up. It's all in the Halloween spirit." Duncan teased patting his friend on the shoulder. "Let's pick up the pace. We should get there before it gets to dark." Duncan added as he backed down the ladder.
"Aye aye captain." DJ said with a halfhearted salute.
The teens passed the time as they had been for the last few hours. Harold was playing with his lame cards, Gwen was drawing all sorts of scary Halloween stuff, Bridgette with playing with her cell phone, and Duncan and Tyler were arm wrestling. All of a sudden Duncan froze just as he was about to pin Tyler yet again and stared ahead of him wide-eyed in surprise.
"HA!" Tyler cheered using Duncan's distraction to his advantage and pinned his arm to the table with a thud. "I FINALLY BEAT YOU!" He cheered jumping up and pumping his fists in the air.
"What the heck is that?" Bridgette asked standing up from her position beside Gwen. Tyler stopped celebrating and glanced behind him to where everyone was staring and felt his jaw drop. A thick bank of fog had appeared out of nowhere right as they were getting closer to the island. It wasn't that the fog in itself was very surprising, just the fact that Duncan had been right about it.
"What I tell you? The spirits don't want us trespassing." Duncan said smugly folding his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. Bridgette whimpered and Harold rolled his eyes.
"Please! It's just beach fog." The nerd said from where he sat behind Duncan. Duncan scowled and smacked him upside the head earning a satisfied 'OUCH! Idiot!' from Harold.
"This fog looks really thick guys and the sun is going down, I don't know if I can navigate through this." DJ called trying to peer through the thick fog.
"Nonsense!" Duncan exclaimed jumping up from his seat. "If the spirits don't want us around then tough. A little fog wont stop us." With a smirk clear on his face Duncan approached the bow of the boat.
(A/N: I think it's called the bow… you know, the front part.)
Leaning over the railing he held his arms aloft and threw his head back. "Oh spirits here me! Grant us permission to your home! For we are here to help guide you to the great beyond! Heed my words and grant us entrance!" he shouted in a deep booming voice. Turning back to the teens who were looking at him skeptically he snickered. "Worth a try." He said in an innocent voice with a shrug. Glancing back over his shoulder he was surprised to see that the fog had thinned considerably and they could see the faint outline of the island just ahead. Duncan smirked victoriously and sat back down once more.
"Just a coincidence." Harold muttered shaking his head back and forth.
"Onward DJ!" Tyler exclaimed pointing towards the island dramatically. DJ sighed and continued on.
A few minutes later they found themselves slowly coming to a halt beside the old rotting dock of the island. The fog was much thinner now but still surrounded them in an eerie haze. Harold peered over the railing down at the old dock.
"That doesn't look very safe to me…" he said nervously.
"Well, one way to find out." Duncan said with an evil smirk, and then promptly pushed Harold over the railing. His girlish scream was cut short when he landed face first on the dock. "There see. Its plenty safe." Duncan said between laughs. Gwen walked up behind him also laughing and gave him a high five.
"Idiot…" Harold moaned from the dock. He groaned louder when a heavy duffle bag landed on his head and screamed when Duncan jumped down after it landing on his back, a sickening crack followed suit. "I think you broke my coccyx!" (AKA Tailbone as I just learned from Google) Harold cried.
"Aw suck it up." Duncan sniffed grabbing his bag and stepping off Harold. Bridgette jumped down next holding her bag as well as Harold's and helped the poor nerd to his feet. Gwen jumped down next followed by DJ and lastly Tyler. Soon all six teens stood side by side gazing at what lay before them with wide, curious eyes. They were at an old abandoned camp by the looks of it.
A sign stood to the right of them, the painting so faded they could barely make out the words Wawanakwa written on it. The dock led up to the campgrounds where they could see a bunch of old worn cabins that seemed to be crumbling where they stood. An old rusting speaker was placed in the center of the camp. A ways up they could also see what looked like a place where bonfires were held. All of them visibly shivered, and it wasn't because of the sudden cool breeze that glided over them.
"Wow." Bridgette muttered looking down at the eerie green water that swirled around the dock below them.
"This is beyond creepy." Gwen said with a tiny smile.
"And what better place to stay for Halloween." Tyler added.
"All in the Halloween spirit after all." Duncan said with a smirk and headed down the docks up towards the campgrounds with the others hurrying after him.
Wonderbaur no? Lol. Anyvays aint Google grand? I never had any idea what Harold was talking about when Duncan landed on him that one time on the horse. They might be a little OOC, not sure. You be the judge of that. Going over it once more Harold sounds a bit like Noah to me. But no worries, Noah will appear soon along with the others. Reviews grandly appretiated as well as any advice or suggestions you might have for me.