A/N: IT'S HALLOWEEN GUYS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, L!

L: *mouth full of cake* I told you not to tell anyone!

Me: I'TS THE DULLAHAN! NOOOO!1!1!

Everyone: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

"Uhuhu..." Mello chuckled. "Your ghost story sucked, Near! For once, I will beat you! I have a really good one!" Mello announced, turning off the lights. He took out a flashlight and turned it on, angled up at his face.

"...well, Mello...it scared me...using cheap gimmicks doesn't make a ghost story-" Near started, before Matt put his finger over his mouth.

"Hush, child. Hush." Matt joked, leaning toward Near and tapping his finger onto his philtrum. "Don't steal his thunder or you'll be the main antagonist of the next Wammy's house ghost story." Matt warned, smiling a smile that looked way creepier in the lighting. Near shut up.

"OK...this story is about...the Dullahan." Mello started creepily. "The Dullahan is a headless ghost..."

"That seeks out those whose lives are coming to a close. The Dullahan carries his head under his right hand. The head is said to smile all the way across its face, and small, black eyes that dart around wildly, and have the appearance of rotting cheese. His whip..." Mello pauses in his recitation to lean dangerously close to Matt's face, who backed away. "Is made of a human spine." Mello cackled, causing even Near to recoil slightly, and Matt to recoil a lot. Matt and Near's eyes widened slightly in fright.

"The Dullahan, however, cannot speak, except for at the spot where the person that he was chasing will die, where he will say the true name of the one who will die. His chariot is drawn by 6 black horses, and moves so fast...that flames erupt from the surrounding greenery." Mello continued with a creepy voice and a grin to match, causing Matt to shudder. "If you should witness the Dullahan, however, he will..." The door opened suddenly, revealing a headless figure on a horse. "AAAAAHHHHH!" Mello screamed, dropping his flashlight. The figure held his head on his saddle, and dumped a red liquid on the three of them.

"AAAUGH! Is...is this...blood...? Where did all of this blood come from?!" Near shrieked, holding his arms out and observing them, fear now visible on his face. He was trembling.

"NO! IT'S THE DULLAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!" Mello started cackling, then turned on the light. "Aaaaahahaha! I can't-can't believe that you guys fell for that! The 'Dullahan' is Linda, see?" Mello pointed at the supposed "Dullahan," who removed her hood and revealed herself as Linda.

"That...wasn't...funny." Matt whined, his voice cracking, partly from fear, partly from puberty. "I-I'm all covered in this...this red stuff, and-and you scared the shit out of me!" Matt finished, trembling.

"Aw...is Matt scared? That's cute~" Linda cooed. "But seriously though. The Dullahan is Irish. We're in Hampshire, which is hardly Ireland."

"Uh...speaking of the Dullahan..." Matt started, trembling.

"Yes...?" Near replied, supremely annoyed that his white...well, everything, really...was drenched in some red stuff.

"There's fire outside the window." Matt finished, before the window broke into thousands of pieces, and a shower of blood greeted them all.

"Roger Ruvie."

Happy Halloween, my lovelies. Sleep...well...fuhihihihihihi~

-Epic-chan