Chibiyu: This is ONE of TWO Halloween stories for you. I had two ideas for MONTHS now. This one will be a two-three shot, the other one will be under ten chapters (maybe).

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Haunted Legend

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Summary: It's just another stupid legend and it's nothing to be afraid of. I wish he would just open his eyes and accept the fact that ghosts don't exist. I sighed, looking up to the ceiling, feeling my eyes grow wide in terror, a scream getting caught in my shocked throat. Or maybe I'm the one that needs to open my eyes…

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Really? We were really back to this again? Kevin…honestly, how many times do we have to scare you to get the message across? I picked up the 'Ghost GPS' from his chair and shook my head, rolling my eyes when I saw the 'ghost sticker' on it. What fictional being did Kevin come across now?

"Kevin!" I called, him walking over, his eyes going wide as I raised the GPS to him, my eyes wide in skeptical questioning. "I thought we went over this last year." He smiled at me, Joe walking over to and mimicking Kevin's rather creepy smile. Why did I need ghosts to scare me when my nightmares were right in front of me?

"Nick…Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick….Nick…" I rolled my eyes at Kevin's antics, throwing the GPS back down and crossing my arms, wondering how long this would take. "Nick…oh Nicholas…"

"Ok Kevin, you've made your point." Joe laughed, Kevin smiling and me rolling my eyes again, not amused in the slightest. "Stella got us tickets to a REAL Haunted House!" Joe told me, flourishing the pieces of paper like they were a magic wand. Which, in hindsight, was about as fake as this Haunted House.

"Count me out. Take Frankie." I turned around and walked to my part of the room, aware that they were following me. "No guys. I will not waste my time with something as childish and unrealistic as a haunted house."

"Scared?" Joe goaded and I rolled my eyes, sitting at my desk and turning to them. "Is little Nicky a chicken?" Kevin started clucking like a chicken and I just continued starring at them.

"Nick, I am bringing my ghost stuff to prove the existence of ghosts!" Kevin tried to get my attention, but it didn't work.

"They don't exist Kevin. Just like clean hotdog stands in New Jersey. Now please drop this. I am not going." I didn't care that I was being a stubborn party pooper. I was not going to waste my time with this. Not when I could be writing a song, doing homework or hanging out with sensible people.

"But Macy's going!" Kevin said and I looked over to him, confused.

"Macy hates these kinds of things." I told him, knowing what my girlfriend liked and didn't like.

"We know that…" Joe smiled. "She will be clinging to you the whole time…but if you don't go, she will be alone!" Curse them. Now I had to go.

"Fine…but I don't like it." I grumbled, putting headphones on to tune out their cheers of excitement. Ghosts…honestly, they both need to grow up. Wait…why is Joe happy? "Joe?" He looked over at me as I took off one headphone. "Why are you suddenly into this childishness?" After all, last year he was just as ready as I was to prove to Kevin that there was no Volunteer Fireman William Smith.

He smiled and looked to Kevin, pointing to Kevin's table by his big red chair. "Last year, when I left the chili there…" He whispered, being dramatic and trying to be scary. He failed. "I came back to get it, and I saw it slowly vanishing, like someone was eating it. But no one was in the room." He looked to the ceiling, hand going to his heart. "And at that moment, I too, was a believer." Wow this family kept getting weirder and weirder.

I put my hands in the air, knowing it would be better to surrender and maintain my stand on this issue with silence than to provoke further argument. I knew I could win the debate, but why bother trying? They will just move on to believing in zombies or something after this stupid ghost thing. There would always be another belief to disprove, so why make my job harder?

"Fine, but I still don't like it." I grumbled, putting the headphones on, listening to a wordless melody, my pencil poised over the paper, ready to write. Honestly, my brothers really needed to grow up. I watched them give each other winning high fives and I rolled my eyes as they slid down the poles. How were they the oldest? Or better yet, how was I related to these fools?

TIME SKIP-TONIGHT

How was I dragged into this?

I looked down at Macy, who was clutching my arm as we all starred at the old wooden, warehouse like house that sat in the middle of nowhere. Right. Joe and Kevin baited me with her.

"Why did you come tonight Mace?" I asked her as we fell a step behind the others and she gave a nervous chuckle.

"I figured that the only way to get over my fears was to face them and I know with you here I won't get hurt and that-" I put my finger over her lips and she smiled, realizing that her nerves were causing her to rant.

"I won't let anything get you Mace. I promise." Because ghost's don't exist. A guy walked over to us, wearing all white and a cap covering his unruly brown hair and Macy screamed, me laughing at her quietly and hugging her close. "Relax, it's only the guide." At least, I thought he was because he had a name tag that said:

Hello! I am Richard your guide!

I rolled my eyes, huffing as the dude excitedly rocked on the balls of his feet. Honestly, he needed something better to do with his time…but then again, I guess it was fun to lead a bunch of idiots through a 'haunted' house and watch them scream. I looked back to the old house, noting how overdone it was with boarded up windows, some of the broken, and some of the wood siding chipped and gone. Joe and Kevin were never going to live this down. I can't believe those fools believe in this drivel.

"Lucas group?" Richard asked and Joe and Kevin nodded, Stella latching onto Joe's arm. Joe looked rather proud of himself as he placed his arm protectively over his girlfriends. So maybe there was another reason for him to doing this…and then he ruined that theory by grabbing the "Ghost GPS" and letting go of Stella. Way to go Joe…I think you should be more afraid to letting Stella down than of fictional ghosts.

"Let's get this over with." I muttered under my breath, Macy agreeing with me and letting out a breathless chuckle, her eyes filled with nerves. "Nothing will get you Mace. It's not real." I tried to console her, but the tour guide cut across me.

"Not true, nonbeliever." I openly rolled my eyes. "This is the house of the Gregorson Family." I had to scoff at that fake name. Come on; please make this at least SEEM realistic. "I think you will find it quite active…" He paused, looking to us and Macy clung to my arm even tighter. I pulled her in a hug and kissed the top of her head, not believing she was actually scared.

"Tell us about the family…before we are in the house…" Kevin told the guide, a nervous look in his eye as he again looked to the shadow infested house. My eyes starred to the clouded night sky, thinking that the glow of the moon was freakier than this tale.

"Good idea, if I talk about them inside, they might get angry and seek revenge on our mortal souls." Good grief this guy was selling it WAY too much. "The family…all of them were not…right in the head." Stella nodded, drinking in every single word of nonsense. "There were five of them, three of which are still said to haunt this very house. They lived in the 1800's, though no one is sure about the exact date in which they moved here and when they died." He was whispering now and…Kevin was taking notes. Wow, he doesn't even do that in school! I had to shake my head at that. "Maria, the mother, Daisy, the daughter, and Michelangelo, the son. It is said, but not proven that the daughter and son went to kill their father, and they succeeded. Their father was too…clean and pure for the family family name was one associated with the Devil and witchs amd demons...and their father soiled that by believing in God and that "light." So the kids rid of him. Maria was so torn with grief and anger at her kids, killed one of them. Daisy and Michelangelo lived only because they blamed their youngest brother, who was exactly like their father." Wow this is lame. "Rumor has it, that Michelangelo, Maria, and Daisy haunt this place. The two kids will take those who are pure at heart and torture their souls until they change. Maria is said to trap those and keep them in the house until their death, as she is still searching for the one who murdered her husband." He turned to me. "You best be careful sir, you look like their youngest brother." What a load of baloney.

"It's Nick." I didn't want to be known as "Sir."He nodded and Macy looked to the guide.

"How did Daisy, Maria and Michelangelo die?" She whispered, backing away from the house, placing me as a barrier between her and the fake stories.

"Daisy turned on her brother, as he was going crazy with guilt…but in the end, he killed her. He goes after girls…ones around your ages too. He killed himself because of the guilt of his deed" I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Joe. And. Kevin. Macy clung onto my waist, burying her face in my back. Maybe I won't….no, I still am. "Maria killed herself after losing her whole family, vowing that she would return and find the souls who destroyed her family." Finally, it's over. Let's get the tour done with now.

"Ok…ready to expose these things?"

"Yes!" Joe yelled at Kevin's question.

"S-sure." Stella stuttered.

"Whatever." I told the sky.

"No…" Macy whispered and I pulled her back into my arms. "Ok…" I smiled at her, feeling her shaking as we started walking. "Don't lead us Nick, because I am not letting you go." I chuckled at that.

"Whatever you say Mace." She smiled to me, trust in her eyes.

"I feel bad for Stella…" She whispered, both of us looking to the blonde and smirking as she clutched Joe's arms. Joe had a mischievous gleam in his eyes; a look I knew well. Stella was going to hate Joe for scarring her. I wonder if Joe would have bruises by the end of the night?

"Before we enter, I have to order you to STAY TOGETHER at all times. NO ONE gets left behind. Understood?" Richard was very serious all of a sudden. I still wasn't believing this. We all nodded and he unlocked the door, clicking on his flashlight and passing us all torches as well before we entered the old house.

It looked like a kitchen. There were door-less cabinets and cobwebs everywhere. The table only had one chair standing at the head of the table; the others were thrown about, legs broken and so on. Everything was a fire hazard, the smell of old pine overpowering everything.

"Maria left this chair standing to remember her husband." Our tour guide whispered, pointing to the chair. "Michelangelo is said to be heard in here…footsteps and moans mainly…listen." It was all silent. I rolled my eyes, knowing something was going to happen to make us jump. But nothing did. "Maybe we will be lucky tonight…I hate being in here." Richard whispered, looking around, his eyes filled with anxiety. He was a good actor. Joe took one step forward and the floor creaked, causing Macy to jump and me to laugh at her. She glared at me, swatting my arm that she never failed to let go of. Joe pulled out of GPS and Kevin switched off his flashlight, putting on the night vision goggles. Should I shine my light in them? Nah…too mean, even for me and even for revenge.

Kevin walked forward, stopping the doorway and going tense. "Did you see that?" Flashlights instantly lit up the dusty foyer and guess what? There was nothing there. What a big surprise. "I thought I saw the bottom of a dress, moving away from us…" He muttered, looking around. "Must have been my eyes tricking me…" Or your brain was tricking you more than it already is. What does it take to make two brothers to believe that ghosts don't exist?

I stepped next to him and looked around, eyes going to a mouse hole on the floor. "Kev…" I pointed and he looked confused. "You probably saw a mouse or something." He nodded, smiling at his own false assumption.

"Yeah…it did look furry…" I rolled my eyes, urging Macy forward and Richard bound ahead of us, pointing to the two halls that surrounded the very old and worn stairs. I looked at them in wonder, knowing that when they were in their prime, they would have been magnificent. And this room…perfect sound quality. I could make this a recording studio…

"This hallway here…" He pointed to the left one. "Was Daisy's favorite hallway. The room on the end is her bedroom and the first one on the right is her doll room. Follow me and please, watch your step." Stella gulped and walked right after the tour guide, as Joe had kind of pushed her aside. He opened the door and it creaked loudly, the sound echoing throughout the house in an eerie manner. When was this going to get scary?

Ok…now it was.

I shudder as I passed through the doorway, suddenly feeling hundreds of eyes watching me. And I was right to do so. Dolls were everywhere. All but one of them was positioned to stare at the door on the right of the room and the one that wasn't was starring right at me, as I was now in the center of the room. The dolls were on the floor, on the wall, sitting on a toy swing or looking at us through the windows of a doll house. Their outfits were dusty and dated, but some of them looked like they had just been discarded by their owner, like they had been played with recently. Others looked like they haven't been touched since their owner died. Their hair was filled with spider webs, their pale plastic skin worn and faded. The boy dolls, which were severely outnumbered by the girls, all had eyebrows drawn on them, so they permanently glared. The girls were untouched, minus the one that was looking at me. That one had short black hair and was scowling. This room was creepy.

"I always got more activity when the dolls were being played with…" Richard picked up a doll from the floor and I wandered over to the one that seemed to be following my every move. I looked back and saw Macy and Stella sitting by the doll house, grabbing a doll and dusting her off. "But no matter how many people touch these dolls…"

"They return to the same spot." I finished, Richard nodding and I sighed, reaching for the doll.

"Don't touch her!" We all jumped, looking around. And then I felt stupid. A motion sensor must have set off the recorded voice. I lifted the doll from its shelf and looked around, nothing more happening. I looked down at it, ignoring how everyone was looking at me and I nearly dropped it, to see it smiling evilly at me. Robot Doll. It had to be. Ghosts don't exist. I fixed the little hat on its head and put it back, walking towards the others.

"W-who was that?" Macy whispered, reattaching herself to my arm.

"Daisy?" Kevin called, looking around. "Was that you?" Nothing answered him, which makes sense if this was all wired technologically. I wonder if there are cameras hidden here so the workers can laugh at other's expense. I won't give them that satisfaction…if I am right. And being Nick Lucas, I normally am.

"Let's keep moving…to her bed room." Richard stopped and looked at the doll I had been holding. I turned back and it wasn't there. "Odd…watch out, some people say that the dolls grab them." I rolled my eyes again. Macy screamed and kicked something across the floor. It was the doll that had stared at me. It had been on her foot. I held her tightly, eyeing the weird piece of (hopefully) technology oddly.

"Nothing will hurt you Mace, I promise." I told her. She nodded, not trusting her voice. We walked through the door and entered Daisy's room. The level of silence seemed to intensify when Stella shut the bedroom door on Richard's command. The room was bare, only housing a bed with was covered in pillows and dust. It smelled like this room hadn't had any human's living in it for centuries.

"This is the room where Michelangelo killed his sister…Daisy avoids this place, but her brother likes it in here…like it is a trophy for his victory." I sighed and pulled my arm from Macy's hold for a moment to stretch. I grimaced as I felt cobwebs tickle my fingers and what I thought to be a mouse scurry over my foot. I put my arm down and looked around at the room.

"What happens in here?" Joe whispered, walking to the room's center and looking at the boarded window.

"You can often see Michelangelo, standing where you are now, with a kitchen knife in his hand." Stella jumped and grabbed onto Joe.

"Something ran over my foot." She whimpered and I rolled my eyes. I looked back at the door, hearing something on the other side. "Did you hear that?" Stella muttered, but I wasn't focused on the noise.

"Where's Macy?"

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Chibiyu: Yes. That was only the Intro, more scary to come, I promise. Another suckish starting horror fic, just in time for Halloween. Until Next Update!