In this story, DJ and Chowder don't meet Jenny, and Nebbercracker is kept at the hospital for longer, as his heart attack was more serious than initially thought. This means that the house is still there, which also means that the chase scene from the movie never happens. You'll soon see why.

Halloween night had passed, and the house across the street had surprisingly remained vacant. That was probably because of the house's mysterious and demonic vibe, with its haunted-like appearance, alongside the warning sign initially constructed by Nebbercracker. It was the morning after Halloween, but that didn't stop DJ and Chowder from spying on the house. After that night where Chowder had did what was basically a knock and run, the boys were fascinated at how the house came to be what it now was; a haunted, living house. Despite their worries that other people would fall victim to the living house, they didn't want to inform any authorities, because they didn't want anybody to destroy it, and on top of that, their curiosity had led them to wanting to find out more. That didn't mean, however, they wouldn't tell their parents.

"Chowder, are you keeping your eye on that thing?" DJ said, scrambling rapid writing on a piece of lined paper on his desk.

Chowder was half asleep, from staying up during Halloween night. The boys had did all nighters prior as well, yet they still had the ability to get tired from it after getting used to staying up late. It was weird.

"I wanna ride the horse..." Chowder said, in his half-sleep state, prompting DJ to stand up and slap his best friend awake.

"CHOWDER?!" DJ said, slapping Chowder's face, prompting the chubby kid to wake up and place his eye back onto the telescope.

He moved the telescope leftwards, sideways, downwards and upwards, before suddenly noticing a blind in the left window of the house being purposely moved up and down.

"DETECTABLE MOVEMENT, ONE THIRTY PM!" Chowder yelled, suddenly feeling energized.

"Where? WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"

"It's one of the blinds...it..it...it...MOVED?!"

DJ placed his eye into the telescope, but saw no such thing. Nonetheless, the tone in his best friend's voice led him to believe that he was telling the truth, so he wrote it down on the paper on his desk.

"DJ, this is getting incredibly boring...I ding donged the house that night, yet we're still sitting up in your bedroom, peeing in bottles, and for what?!" Chowder said, finding this constant activity of spying on the house boring at this point.

"We need to note down everything we can get...this house is LIVING, Chowder..." DJ stood up to look his best friend at the face from an adjacent position,"L.I.V.I.N.G" he added.

"I've had to tell my parents that I'm on a road trip with you, how much longer can I keep convincing them, huh? we need to do something else..."

"Then WHAT ARE YOU PROPOSING, CHOWDER?!"

"I'm proposing walking out of that door, slamming my big boots down those stairs, and marching out of here happily knowing I can return to my console station!"

"Oh yeah, well-"

DJ's door had suddenly been opened; it was his mother, after hearing the conversation just now.

"Boys, how much longer are you going to do this? it's more than strange at this point?!" she said.

"Mum, you don't understand...that house is ALIVE..."

"Oh DJ, the sooner puberty gets through you, the better, we had a voice crack the other day, now all we need is your matured personality..."

"I second that, cool momma..." Chowder said, patting DJ harshly on the back, "he just comes up a 'little short' everytime, hey?"

"Chowder, knock it off, would you? if this is so bad...why are you still here?"

"Alright, boys, let me give you a suggestion on your err...your made up mission. Why don't you go outside tonight, across to that house, to get it to notice you and maybe it'll move? pfft, that'd be a good one, personally. Oh, by the way DJ, your dinner's in 10 minutes..." she said, closing the door gently whilst chuckling at their 'house is alive' fantasy, even though it isn't a fantasy.

"Hey...DJ, I've got an idea..." Chowder said, looking back towards the window with the telescope pointing at the house.

"What is it, then?" DJ asked, looking at the house from the window, the very house that had given him scary phone calls one night, after Nebbercracker's heart attack.

"It's just like your mum said, why don't we go out tonight, in front of the house, to try and get it to 'interact' with us? come on, it'll be fun?"

"Chowder, Nebbercracker's heart attack, I think it was, came from him carrying me...do you honestly think that it's a good idea for me to try that? that house is clearly related to Nebbercracker...no thank you..."

"Baby..." Chowder laughed.

"I-I'm not a baby?"

"Alright, puberty boy..."

"Alright, ALRIGHT, fine...if you're that confident, we'll do it, but don't be blaming me when it takes you in..."

DJ and Chowder were secretly wondering, in the midst of their agreement, if the house could hear what they were saying. Probably not, but because DJ had experienced being called from the house one night, he was thinking about that prospect at a higher rate than Chowder. They started preparing for going outside tonight, to the house, to try and get it to react as it did on the night Chowder did a knock and run on it.

"No more spying, by the way..." Chowder said, pulling the telescope away from the window, "we've seen enough movements from that house to conclude that we need to get CLOSER..."

"Careful, Chowder, my mum got me that for Christmas..."

Later on that night, DJ and Chowder had did what their mother said. They crept across the road as the darkness had covered their estate, up to the vacant, dark, and presumably sleeping house. The dead trees along its sides didn't make the vibe feel any more comfortable. DJ had a bag on his back, and it had a bunch of stuff that they could use to get the house to move. Chowder, after tonight, has to return home to his parents; they've had enough of him being gone, and as a result, he was more determined in seeing the house for himself with DJ, and what type of personality it may have. The boys had completely forgotten about Bones, though, Elizabeth's supposed boyfriend, who was eaten by the house when he was drunk that night, and they had forgotten about him because of their curiosity.

"Alright DJ, unload the tools..." Chowder said, rapidly moving his small red cape up.

"I don't even know what I'm doing, Chowder..." DJ said, placing the bag down to the concrete of the pavement.

"First thing you'll do is get my ball back, alright?"

"It's gone, Chowder, admit it..."

Chowder simply crossed his arms and sighed; his ball truly was gone, in thanks to that house right there, with its wooden creepiness. DJ unzipped the bag and messed his hands inside it, trying to pick out whatever he's got in it. Chowder could hear a groan, combined with a crack, coming from the house with a slow pace, causing him to rapidly charge and fall back, giving DJ a fright in the process.

"WHAT, WHAT IS IT?!"

"DJ, SHUSH!" Chowder whispered, "I-I just heard something coming from it...it sounded like...some sort of roar?"

"Alright, this is too risky, so we're only doing one thing..." DJ said, standing up from Chowder's tackle.

"Okay, quick statement, I'm staying right here..." Chowder said, keeping his distance from the living, monstrous house by standing on the road.

Three large guys, all wearing shorts in either grey, white or black, had walked down the pavement, approaching DJ and Chowder's position. All three had black hoodies, with the hoods over their heads, as they also wore caps under the hoods. They had their hands tucked into the pockets of the hoodies, giving them a rather menacing appearance as they seemed to shade well with the darkness. They were taller than both DJ and Chowder combined, and at first, they didn't bother with the two friends. As DJ had a mini heart attack from seeing them walk by, he tried to keep his cool by messing around with his bag. Chowder looked away, but the three guys had stopped the second they passed them, slowly turning back to face them.

"What did you just say to me?" one of them said, as they all started circling DJ.

"I-Uh, what? n-nothing, I didn't say anything?" DJ stuttered, shivering, as Chowder didn't know what to do.

"You looked like you were about to say something to me?" the guy said, with his deep voice instantly intimidating DJ.

They sounded 20+ years old, which only made DJ and Chowder apprehensive even more.

"I-I wasn't..." DJ claimed, as the three guys had him cornered off in every direction.

"You got a problem?" the tall guy had asked.

"I-" DJ was interrupted by a hard shove to the chest, briefly knocking him into the guy behind him.

"I asked you a question..."

Chowder tried to walk away, but the guy closest had suddenly leapt towards him, like a predator, dragging him by his red cape.

"Is this your chubby teddy?" he asked, shoving Chowder besides DJ, as the two friends gulped in fear.

"You scared?" they asked, but DJ and Chowder failed to respond.

"Look at his cape, who wears that?!" they all laughed, with Chowder unable to respond; these guys could kick the living hell out of himself and DJ, so they didn't want to risk it.

"You two snowflakes are standing at old man Nebbercracker's house, huh? why? you some sort of conspiracy theorist? your voices haven't even developed yet, and you look like overgrown babies...there's no way you think you're THAT smart?!"

"Harry, throw some rocks at the house...we'll give these two kids a gift they'll never forget..."

The house, hearing the commotion right near its pavement, had sneakily opened up its two blinds (or the equivalent of eyes for a house) to see who it could eat. Upon realizing that it was that young boy who caused Nebbercracker's death, alongside his best friend, the house's insides had lit up in the hallway, unveiling its green swallowing area, preparing to grab them and eat them, but it also noticed three guys towering over them. The house, not one to usually spare the life of a human(s), wanted to see what was happening. It refrained from turning on the yellow lights in its blinds, so the three guys wouldn't run off.

'Harry', as he's called, the one with the white shorts, had stood up and heavily pelted a couple of big rocks over to the house; they slammed off harshly, which had quietly caused the house to growl and groan, with its carpet tongue moving around inside in a desperation to eat them, but it still wanted to see what was happening. The three bullies had provoked the house just now, and that wasn't a good thing at all.

"Pick up your bag..." one of them instructed, prompting a weak DJ to duck down and pick it up.

As he held the bag up, the guy in front had snatched it out of his hands like a predator on its prey. He chuckled, before tossing it right onto the grass of Nebbercracker's house.

"GO GET IT..." he said, pointing to the bag.

DJ and Chowder were scared; the house was ALIVE, and they didn't want to be eaten. They were unable to do anything, though, because these three guys were twice their size. DJ gulped and looked up at the supposedly-vacant house, with sorrow eyes as he started breathing out in fear. Chowder did the same. The guy that told DJ to go get the bag followed DJ directly behind, and as DJ ducked down to pick up the bag, he planted his boot onto it, stopping DJ from getting it.

"What're you doing?!" he said, as if DJ and Chowder were doing something they weren't told.

"Pick it up..." he repeated, keeping his boot on the bag.

DJ tried to pick it up, but it was stuck to the ground in thanks to the bully keeping his boot on it.

"What're you doing?!" he asked again, as they were on the grass of Nebbercracker's house.

"Stand up..."

DJ and Chowder stood up, shivering for their lives as DJ wondered how his mother couldn't see what was happening. Meanwhile, the house was starting to get bored, and so, it opened up its green mouth hole inside, as the carpet upon the stairs had started moving, but it was willing to wait for slightly longer to see what would happen; it acknowledged that DJ and Chowder were being viciously bullied.

The guy took his boot off of the bag.

"Pick it up..."

DJ ducked down to gently, and slowly, covered with fear, pick up his bag, but the second he stood up, it didn't last. The guy snatched the bag off of him again, and proceeded to throw it further towards the house. It slammed on the grass with a big collision.

"GO get it..."

DJ and Chowder rapidly walked over to the bag, being followed directly from behind again. At this point, DJ and Chowder and the main bully tossing the bag were closer to the dead trees, and they were shaking ever so slightly, signalling the house's senses.

As DJ ducked down to pick it up, the guy placed his boot on the bag again.

"What're you doing?" he asked, once again as if DJ was doing something he didn't ask.

This time, he allowed DJ to pick up the bag. He and Chowder were shivering, practically as if it was winter. The other two guys had marched forwards into the front garden, as the house was observing stealthily.

"Open your bag up, and empty it all out..."

DJ looked up at the guy, to his bearded, yet threatening looking face as he had a couple of scars across his cheeks.

"T-This is all I can do..." DJ, borderline-whisper, said.

"Did I ask for a statement?"

"Listen, please don't do this..." Chowder said, sounding as if he was going to cry, "that house is alive, it's probably watching us...you don't wanna get eaten, do you?"

"Pipe down, chubby, I didn't ask for your fantasy story..."

"It's true...please...we may be babies, but you see that h-house?" DJ said, as he couldn't talk properly due to the absolute fear he was getting from the three guys, "I was the reason why its owner had...a heart-attack, I didn't mean to do it..." DJ gradually began sobbing, "I...I probably deserve it...I just wish I could take it back...please, guys, don't do this...I'll be killed and eaten, I promise, I'll leave...and...and..." DJ turned to face the house, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry...I know you can hear and see us, but understand that I didn't mean-"

Laughter is all he got from the three bullies.

"Pipsqueak, why're you crying?"

"This kid's tryna fool us, guys..."

Harry had looked up at the dead branches, seeing one of them move rather suspiciously, prompting him to talk to the guys.

"Uh, Derek..." Harry said, staring at the branch as it looked like one of the thinner ones was doing a wave posture, "I think we ought to get outta here...the branch-" Harry felt his heart pump.

"Man, shut up, you always have to ruin these moments...this is pure entertainment, how can you be wanting to go?"

Suddenly, the house's two windows lit up, which meant it had opened its eyes. DJ and Chowder simply dropped onto the ground, holding eachother, bracing for what was about to come; Derek, Harry, and the other bully had all felt the ground shaking, as the branches had emitted cracks of a rapid and loud nature. They backed up, before realizing that the house was starting to move; its windows were lit up with yellow lights, as if it had eyes, and wooden teeth had suddenly sprung out from the sides of the door. It growled, roared, and ultimately turned the three guys into babies.

"W-WHAT THE HELL?!"

"DEREK, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, OH MY GOD!"

They were genuinely disturbed and shocked, but the house wasn't intending on letting them escape just yet. The concrete path leading up to the mouth, or door, had all ascended into the air, blocking their paths. The dead tree behind DJ and Chowder, as they closed their eyes, holding onto each other, came flipping down over them like a trap, and as soon as this happened, they both opened their eyes and placed their hands on the branches; what's the house doing?

"WHAT ARE YOU IDIOTS DOING?! JUST RUN!" Harry yelled, as it felt like an earthquake was emerging.

"HOW THE HELL DOES A HOUSE-" Derek yelled, before being grasped upon by one of the dead trees on the opposite side, as he went for a swing around.

The house at this point was gritting, roaring, and making all sorts of cracks in its structure as it seemed to be keeping DJ and Chowder away from the bullies.

"OH MY GOD, GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" Derek yelled, as he could feel himself get dizzy from all of the swinging.

The house's door had opened, and much to Harry's shock, the tongue, or the carpet, had emerged swiftly in the air; this prompt him into yelling like a girl, sprinting for his life back on the road, returning to wherever he came from. The other guy did the same, who was spooked and mentally disturbed from what he was seeing; a living, monster-like house? that's the worst of your nightmares. He joined Harry in sprinting, but Derek was the one being kept in the air.

"DJ, what's happening?!" Chowder yelled.

"I-I don't know, l-LOOK!" DJ yelled, as a tiny branch was seemingly tapping Chowder on the shoulder.

"W-am I being communicated or interacted with from the house?!"

"LOOK, IT'S LEADING US THROUGH THAT GAP!" DJ yelled, noticing that the tapping of Chowder was for them to see that they could climb through the flipped-down dead tree, as the house was intent on shockingly saving the two friends from the bullies.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Derek yelled, being dropped down to the grass as he instantly took off onto the road.

DJ and Chowder grabbed ahold of the door knob for 'their' house, and slammed the door shut. The monster house had suddenly gone back into hiding; all of its hand equivalents, or dead trees, had returned to normal stances, the concrete paths had returned to the ground, and the house itself no longer had lit up windows, meaning it was closing its eyes.

"DJ, d-did we just get saved by that house?!"

"I think we did, Chowder, I think we did..."

That was a good-feel vibe for the boys; to be saved by a living, monster house from bullies? it gave them a whole new perspective on the house itself, that was in the presence of Constance's spirit.