A released breath pasted fog along the window.

No sounds were heard other than the light breaths he released. It was always silent, and every moment of it was filled with well-respected peace. He looked afar to the field of graves beyond the property. Fog enlightened the dried trees of autumn, and coldness stung at the air.

"Forty two... Forty two... Five six four." His voice came out hollow and with distaste.

"Again?" A warmer voice called from behind. "You do this every year."

"Only two. Do not exaggerate. They will come like always, and they will leave with a fright, like always. It's what they ask for isn't it?"

"I think you just need to show yourself already..."

He gave no reply and instead stared out the window gathered in his own thoughts. The sound of her sigh and fading footsteps drew a calmness in him once again.

Silence was all he needed.

'

If Maka wanted to be the laughing stock of the bonfire party, she would've actually accepted the kitty costume her friend Tsubaki had consulted her about.

Instead she decided to go casual and somehow still managed to get the gang laughing unintentionally. Not because of her clothing but because of her shot at a scary campfire story.

"C'mon Maka, that's so not cool. You can do better than that can't ya?"

"Yeah that was almost as lame as Soul's basketball score yesterday!"

"Oi, you cheated if I recall!"

"Cheat? Don't you call me a cheater! I never cheat!"

Maka rolled her eyes along with her friend Tsubaki, watching as Soul and Black*Star continued to bad mouth each other as always.

The four teens had been out since evening. A campfire was their usual routine just before the day of Halloween. However, any good campfire requires a great story. But let's just say, the scariest it got was Black*Star's recollection of losing his pants after gym class.

"You guys cut it out or I'll put a book to your head." Maka groaned.

"Hey, you're the one who told the lame story about, whatever his name is." Soul grunted.

"Kharon."

"Yeah whatever that dude's name is. How is he even scary anyway?"

"He leads souls into the underworld you idiot!"

"That isn't scary Maka."

Maka slumped her shoulders with a heavy sigh. "You know Soul, I haven't heard you tell a good story. So how about ya get to it and make me fall asleep?"

Soul scanned his eyes along his three friends and eventually took a breath. "Alright. We all know the old mansion near the graveyard right? The Gallows property?"

"Well duh Soul, it's the most talked about place during Halloween. How could we not know?

"Alright well, there's a rumor that spread two years back."

"You mean about-," Black*Star started but Soul put a hand to his mouth.

"Sh! This is my story." Soul cleared his throat and continued. "Anyway, there's a rumor that spread that apparently the family living there were psychotics. Their entire home was surrounded by hundred year old graves, outlined by horrendous guillotines and finished off with gallows. Not to mention the inside had hell written all over it." Soul took off his headband and twirled it around his finger.

"The head of the show, the old father that oddly went by Death right? The guy apparently wasn't a good father. His first son was banished off after committing murders. We all know that story because it was true. Death let his son go to prison all because he raised a psychotic. Well what people don't really pay attention to, was the second kid. This kid was Death's pride and joy. The spoiled brat had a mansion all to himself and even his own respect from the city people. Because he was considered the *normal* one out of the bunch."

Maka watched how the fire reflected in Soul's maroon eyes. She knew exactly who he was talking about, but that was her own treasured secret.

"Well what happened was that this kid suffered serious issues with both himself and his father. Obviously the dude was always alone while his good Ol' father was off at work all the time. So his father invited these two chicks to stay with him."

"Sounds like this guy was more than lucky to me." Black*Star grunted.

"I'd say the same thing, but these two chicks were actually cold killers that grew up on the streets. What idiot invites more insanity to his home right? Anyway, so the kid eventually disappeared from the city. No one saw him walking around anymore or even heard one word from him. He was gone. And the thing is, the mansion was emptied out of its inhabitants just days after his disappearance. It is said that they all turned on each other. They all murdered each other. But no evidence was ever found..."

Black*Star was first to break the silence. He crackled a laugh and pointed at Soul. "What, was that supposed to scare me? Ahahaha!"

"Hey I ain't finish yet!"

Maka sighed and put another marshmallow on her stick. "What's next? You're gonna tell us that this family haunts the mansion?"

"Why, that's the best part." Soul showed off a toothy grin. "You all know how adults don't even dare go in there. It's because every Hallows Eve, the ghost of Death's boy appears at the windows. Every foot you step inside is cold and terrifying, filling you with a fear that crawls its way into your head. They say you begin to hallucinate and see people murdering each other. You hear the shouts from the torture of their past visitors. Hell, they say you even see the grim reaper coming at you with his blooded scythe, ready to sever your poor little soul. But the scariest part, comes from the curse. This is why it is said that those who enter, never come back out. No one leaves the mansion. Because in order to get in you have to write death death murder in numerical form at the door's window. Forty-two, forty-two, five six four. But that's the curse. The person who writes it in, gets hunted down by the boy's ghost and that person will be killed."

Silence proceeded.

Tsubaki nervously scooted closer to Maka who was staring as her marshmallow toasted in the fire. Even Black*Star was silent. It wasn't until a strange choking sound came from Soul that everyone looked up to see him fall onto his back.

"Ahahahahahaha! Oh you guys, I got you all good didn't I!?" Soul had a concert of laughter as the rest on the gang stared at him in anger. "Ah, now there's a good story am I right?"

"Dammit Soul shut up!"

Everyone faced a now fired up Maka. Her outburst obviously wasn't a joke because her heated face spoke otherwise. "That's not funny! Don't you know who you're talking about?!"

Soul was filled with confusion. "Yeah, I just told his story didn't I?"

"That's not it you idiot!" Maka stomped her way back to the car.

"What's her deal?"

Soul ran up to Maka to question her. "Are you that scared?" He asked, rather concerned.

"No. Not at all." Maka sighed. She didn't mean to cut the fun, but her happiness was severed down by the simple story her best friend had told.

She just hoped it wasn't true.


A/N: Pretty late for a Halloween fic I know, but I just couldn't resist. Sorry if it is a bit rushed, I wrote this story within three days.