Author's Note: This is my first story on this account, I previously shared Bramblelegs33 with someone, though I never uploaded anything there. I'm on deviantArt as DerpyPaws, and Quizilla as SoulfulBloodstains, and I'm planning on uploading this story to both those websites.
Anywho, this story is based on the song "It Was a Dark and Stormy Night" by Creature Feature.
Footsteps echoed along the hallway, sending eerie chills through Haruhi's body, even though she knew that the footsteps were her own, this mysterious building was making her very uncomfortable. She, for one, wasn't frightened very easily, though night had fallen and the old building creaked in a heavy gust of wind.
She was foolish to leave her room just several minutes earlier. But only because she swore she could her someone calling her name.
Quietly, she stepped toward a window in the long corridor, pressing her hands to the glass, feeling it shake along her fingertips. Surprised, she stepped back, hearing distant thunder, making everything seem much worse.
"No," Haruhi shook her head, fighting the urge to simply sit down and wait for the storm to pass. "I have to be brave…" Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, slowly preceding forward.
"Foolish child!" A echoing cry came from the far end of the hallway, behind her, "You won't escape the House of Shouten!" A bit of menacing laughter followed the raspy yells.
A new wave of fear crashed over Haruhi, though she couldn't bring herself to turn around. This voice was unfamiliar, though she knew one thing; "shouten" was Japanese for "death."
"You just imagined it," she whispered to herself, continuing her way down the very long hallway.
Now that she thought about it, Kyoya had mentioned hearing foolish rumors about this place. Such as supposed ghosts and poltergeists lurking in the mansion that had been built on the remains of a cemetery. Though the Shoutens seemed persistent on keeping their ancestors` story alive by living in this incredibly old mansion, no matter the situation. But they must've had some connection to the Ootoris, explaining how the Host Club's vacation ended up staying here… Some of these foolish rich people could be so egocentric sometimes…
But now that she thought about it, how was she talked into coming here? She didn't really like the idea of ghosts and sorts of curses. It wasn't exactly too convincing when the person living here when they arrived had said to lock their doors, hoping that it would make some difference. But even after saying that, the mysterious person had left immediately.
This place wasn't right…
The people who had lived here couldn't have been normal…
All these eerie thoughts began to give her a headache, not to mention her frightened, shaking hands. Though she slowly continued walking, praying for something to direct her around in this place.
A sudden flash of lightning outside broke through her thoughts. Crying out in alarm, she began sprinting along the corridor, hoping for some sign of someone.
At least someone she knew…
Somewhere in this house there were six other people…
But where would they be…?
Author's Note- I want it stated- I will usually put an author's note at the bottom, not usually the top unless its important to be said before the story is read...
Sorry this is a short chapter, its sort of a prologue... and the previous events (such as more about the Shoutens and the Host Club's arrival) will be explained later on. This chapter is here to give a basic example of the story.