Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade

This is my first challenge fic, I hope I do well.

The House

It looked like a perfectly normal house, except for the occasional book falling from a bookshelf, which was kind of weird, since no one had lived there in twenty years.

Tyson and Hilary stared in awe at the beautiful Victorian house before them, with its spacious, albeit overgrown, garden. They had just returned from their honeymoon and were surprised to find such a large house in such good condition. The house was even fully furnished.

They were told when they went to buy it, that electricity was installed, as was running water, two years ago. The old man also warned them that strange things happened to the people who lived there. Like the Tate family who lived there last, their son died in an accident, as did the people before that.

But they weren't worried in the least; they thought the whole thing was a load of something.

And that brings us back to Tyson and Hilary on the day they were to move in, the movers had already brought their few things in and were already on the road.

They went in and explored the large house. There was a library, filled with old books, a large living room, a dining room, a well stocked kitchen, five bedrooms and three bathrooms. There was also a basement and an attic, sparse, except a few boxes littering the floor. There was also one door that wouldn't open, even when they used the skeleton key.

That following morning when the two were getting ready for work, they heard a sudden noise. It sounded like someone falling and then there was silence. Tyson and Hilary stared at each other before shrugging, thinking it was their imagination.

It happened again that night when Hilary was making dinner. She heard a chair scraping on the wooden floors, at the same time Tyson heard a book falling in the library. Thinking it was Hilary he went to help her. When he got there the library was empty and there was no book to be found.

At dinner everything was quiet...too quiet.

"Tyson." Hilary said softly.

"Yeah?" He asked in an equally quiet voice.

"This place is creeping me out." She told him.

"Me too." He replied.

And so two months passed in relative peace, except for a noise every once in a while, or something falling. Until one day on the first day of November when Tyson managed to pry open the door next to their bedroom and found something beyond shocking.

"Who are you?" he asked dazed.


Short I know, but what the hell.