The Haunted House

Summary : Everyone in Burgess village heard of the Haunted House on Nightmare Hill by the frozen pond, where it was rumoured that a dark spirit that drowned three hundred years ago dominated there, and caused anyone who dared to come close to fall into its icy depths. But the House was another matter. Once, three young and healthy men went in, and one came out after three days, already mad and insane, mumbling pitch black or some other. Another time, a young girl and her friend went in on a dare, and a few days later they came back out, completely zombie like and unresponsive with dark sunken skin and circles.

And everyone who went close heard the wails and cries of pain and agony.

Chapter One

Author's Note : Hello. I'm sorry for not updating my other stories, but I need a break. And hello, I have a life. And my own stories. So from now on, I will update A Very Mixed Year…once a week, maybe once in two weeks if I'm tired, and the Shadow Disrupter will be updated sometime in the last week of June or the early week of July. The Crazy Love Story will be updated next week hopefully, and this will be updated next week. What am I missing? Ah, and the Trickster one will be updated probably two weeks later. I don't have inspiration for that yet. So… that's that. R&R!

Oh, and BTW, North, Sandy, Tooth and Bunny are normal teenagers here. Sometimes I really think up the weirdest ideas for fanfiction. No offence to those who have this idea also. Hurrah to my second

So here we go. I'll see you again down there. And this chapter is used to introduce the characters, the real stuff comes later.

"Tooth, what is your costume?" St. Nicholas North, nicknamed North or Santa Claus (he did look to that part) boomed as he walked into Toothiana's purple and colourful room. Said girl was dashing around, mumbling and fiddling with her closet. "Did you have too much sugar again?"

Tooth was a girl that went hyper when she ate too much sugar, which was the case now. She flitted like a hummingbird, ignoring North completely. "Where did I put my wings…ah there, oh no, what…teeth! My precious teeth!" she moved from one thing to another. North sighed, grabbed her frail and petite shoulders, and turned her to face him. She let out a squeak, large violet magenta eyes widening. "Oh! I'm sorry North, I didn't see you there!" she dashed into her dressing room, shouting, "I'm changing now, can you wait outside please?" North did, lumbering out to see Bunny and Sandy waiting. Bunny, true to his words, wore long flexible bunny ears and giant rabbit feet. Grey fur covered his entire body, but the paranoid boy kept his boomerangs with him, making it an odd combination. "Oh, look! The Easter Bunny's here!" North shouted. Kids turned their heads. A kid nearby snorted. "It's Halloween, not Easter, Bunny,"

Sandy wore a golden outfit, completed with his long sand whips that he kept with him at all times. He had 'woven' a golden cloud underneath his feet.

North himself wore a jolly red jiggling hat, coupled with a red Santa Claus suit and an empty bag that he was going to use to fill with candy. "It never gets old," he sighed, turning to the other 'Guardians', as they had dubbed themselves.

"What? What do you mean? What never gets old? Getting candy? Hiding candy? You have to be more specific, mate," Bunny said.

"Woah, Bunny, what got your tail in a twist?" Tooth zoomed over. She was wearing giant glossy fairy wings and a tight purple jumpsuit.

"Nothing." the two sixteen year olds chorused.

The four of them were known as the 'Guardians'. They entertained the children, played with the children, cared for the children, and did everything to help the Burgess kids. They planted flowers all over for the kids to admire, they found their eggs and hid them again for those poorer ones who could not afford to have an Easter egg hunt, they got candy on Halloween and distributed them to those with less sweets (Tooth was not so ecstatic with that idea). The children adored them.

"Alright, so do we now go to trick or treat?" North suggested, and they set on their way. But suddenly, what seemed like a perfect, calm and happy night filled with ghosts and pumpkins grew quiet. Absolutely silent. Not a single sound.

Until it was shattered, a second later, by a single ear splitting scream of pure, undiluted fear.

Author's Note : Wow, I seem to love cliffies. Don't you think so? So don't you worry, I will make more of them. See you all…some time later.