We were all laughing, huddled around in our sleeping bags. The warm fuzzy rug pressing agains our cheeks as we laughed. "Okay, It's your turn Merlin." Morgana says as she leans her head on her brother's shoulder. "Ugh. Fine." Merlin says as he calms himself down as all of their laughs die down slowly. Merlin reaches forward and takes a spoonful of the concoction that Arthur had blended up, consisting of mustard, gram crackers, spinach, bananas, lemon zest, pig feet, and one cup of milk. Merlin looked at he chunky substance and plugged his nose and closed his eyes and ate the disgusting mix. Gwen had to cover her mouth or she would laugh at Merlin's face that he made having tasted it. Morgana and Arthur are keeling over in laughter and Lancelot was cringing imagining the taste he had bear witnessed to just moments before. That was when they all heard a high pitched scream from above them on the second floor of the Pendragon's house. All of the friend's looked at each other and slowly stood up. They all grabbed flashlights while Arthur and Lancelot also grabbed their guns that they had always hidden. They looked at each other and walked over to one of the girls. None had noticed Merlin missing. Lancelot stood near Gwen and pulled her to him. Under different circumstances he would have been embarrassed to have done so. Morgana looked at her brother, "Arthur...Where is Merlin?" she asked him a quiet quiver to her tone. Arthur looks at her then looks around the darkness, "You are right. Perhaps he is just playing a prank on all of us." he replies hoping he is right. "Well it probably because you practically poisoned him with your shake." Morgana quips though truly not believing her words. That was when they heard the scream again. Arthur listen to the scream. He looks at Lancelot and nods his head upstairs. He and Lance hold their hands out to Gwen and Morgana and they slowly walk up the stairs. "Ahhhhhhhh!" they hear again. The voice sounding louder the closer they get to the closet door at the end of the hall. "What or Whoever it is, they are right there in the closet!" Gwen whispers holding Lancelot's night shirt tightly bunching it up against his chest. "On the count of three. Okay?" Arthur states. He reaches towards the door knob. "One..Two...Three." Morgana whispers. With that Arthur swings the door open and a very old skeleton falls right out of the closet, landing on Morgana. Morgana screams and kicks the skeleton off of her. Arthur and Lancelot look at the skeleton then that was when Gwen noticed something. A red scarf was wrapped around the skeleton's neck...a very familiar scarf. Who's scarf was it? That was when it hit her like a ton of bricks. Merlin!