It's been a really long time since i've written something that I've uploaded, I hope in that time I've improved and that this story works out because I've had this idea for a long time now, and since school is ending this week, I decided to go ahead and type it up! Also, it gives me an exscues to watch the 1st season of Agents of SHIELD a lot.
Yeah, title kind of sucks but it should make sense by the end.
Anyways, I quite clearly don't own any of the characters or Agents of SHIELD because its on a website called 'FANfiction' but yeah.
It was dark, dark enough to see yet dark enough to be lost when driving a car. Which was exactly what three 16 year-old happened to be doing. The first, who was in the passenger seat, had curly blonde hair. "Turn in there." He said moving his hand from under the map sprawled infront of him on his lap in a mess of trash, paper and his flashlight.
"You sure?" the driver asked.
"Do you think I just called 'shotgun' to have the most room?" the boy asked, rolling his eyes.
"Yes. And you even managed to mess that up." The girl from behind said leaning forward to be by his shoulder.
The boy sighed and rolled his eyes again, "Well, Jane, Kyle is very demanding."
Now the driver huffed and rolled his eyes as he pulled a sharp left on the wheel into the dark driveway surrounded by a grass field.
"What?" The passenger said defending himself, "You give me your food trash, I have to give you direction, hold the flashlight-"
"well you don't have to have the flashlight." Jane interrupted.
"-And…. My legs are cramped with your bags." He continued. Kyle shook his head and leaned forward over the wheel in an attempt to see the road better, his headlights hardly reached fifty meters in front of him.
"Quit yappin', start directing." Kyle ordered, "We should've been by the highway by now."
"Well, this is a shortcut…" the teenager peered at the map again, smoothing out the ruffles to see better. "oh! Look!" he pointed his flashlight out the window towards a wooden sign, "where the hell is Redburrow?" he muttered burying his face in the map again.
Jane and Kyle both rolled their eyes again, Kyle dragged a hand across his face. "Look, Linn. If we're lost, you better tell me so next time I see a hotel, I know to pull in."
Linn frowned, clearly disappointed that Kyle was finished with Linn's directions. "There! There it is!" Linn suddenly smiled and frantically waved a pointing finger in front of the car. Kyle leaned in and squinted, noticing the dark, black and rickety house perched on the top of a grass hill. The area the house sat on and about twenty meters of its surrounding ground were bare dirt.
Kyle maneuvered the Honda onto the rocky pathway, which led up to the house. "Jane, did you get the video camera?" he called over his shoulder.
The blonde disappeared from the rear-view mirror, and reappeared with the video camera in front of her face, she waved it and said, "Yup, full memory card and extra. Including batteries." Kyle smirked and gave a small laugh, steering with one hand as they parked in front of the house.
The three teens climbed out of their car and pulled their bags over their shoulders. Linn smiled up as he scanned the house up and down. The building was old, rickety and cracked. Only two out of nine of the windows were left without major cracks, or even without anything but an empty windowsill. "Nice." Linn's grin spread across his face. It was 3 stories with an attic, making a total of four. The roof was a darker gray than the rest of the building, each level had 3 windows on each side, but the attic had only two.
"let's set up base-camp." Kyle joked. As kids, the three used to watch a Ghost-hunting show where the team always set up 'base-camp' first, then spread out, set up cameras and stayed the night and then gather evidence for whether or not the place could be called 'haunted'.
Linn murmured his agreement and the three made their way inside. None of the three teenagers seemed to notice the faint orange glow in the third story right window.
It had only been three hours and his life had changed completely. Now Kyle was hurrying his way through the halls. He jumped around a corner and slid down the wall, gasping for his breath. He peered around the corner, nothing was there but a mirror hung up at the end wall, but he could hear a soft whisper drifting over the air. It wasn't the wind, there was none. The air quickly grew cold, but still, no wind. Kyle leaned his head on the wall again before checking three seconds later.
"You don't know." the wind screeched in a high-pitched wail that seemed to wind down in pitch as it blew.
This time, instead of an empty dark, gray hallway, a blue dust-cloud grew in front of the mirror in a whirlpool of light. Before it fully formed, Kyle was on his feet again, running for the other end of the hall. He refused to look back as he rounded the corner, fearful that he would see the form chasing him. Already out of breath and bleeding, Kyle pulled himself along every object to the stairs before tumbling down the steps. Gasping, Kyle pushed himself up again and made a run for the door as a loud scream came from up the stairs.
Outside, it was completely silent. The grass at the base of the hill made no sound and no movement. The only disturbance was the door that slammed open against the wall, cracking at the force when it slammed against the wood. Kyle stumbled for his car, swinging the door open. Behind him another scream filled his ears, quickly he turned back to it for only a moment. Thinking of his best-friends since childhood, temptation filled him to run back and find them. But the blue form in the doorway with an outstretching hand stopped him.
It was late in the afternoon of the following day. The bus was parked at a far-away, long-abandoned airfield. Two black SUV's with the SHIELD emblem were stationed at the edge of the flat-ground the house was built on. Two doors were simultaneously slammed shut as FitzSimmons carried their gear to the house.
"So…. Why exactly are we here?" Skye asked, standing two meters from the walls with her SO, overlooking the building.
"Three kids came to camp out inside," Coulson informed her, appearing at her side. "Only one came out, crashed further down the road, found the body in the car, practically frozen, terrified and bloody."
"So, what are we supposed to do?" Skye contuined.
"Look around, find the other teens and figure out what happened to the third, or maybe the other two." Ward explained like it was routine.
"What's the story behind the house?" Skye followed Coulson up the steps of the porch into the house where May was already waiting.
"Built in the late '50, lived in for 3 years before the family moved out. Two volunteers who were cleaning up the house for the next family stayed late, ended up dead the next day, after they couldn't find the cause, the house was left to rot." Coulson explained.
At night, the teenagers had discovered the house to be creepy, broken-down and cold. In the bright ray of the morning-light, the team only saw an old, raggedy house, with velvet lined wallpaper of fancy patterns. The living room to the right of the door had dusted, broken furniture. All the floors had cracked wood, and the stairs looked un-trustable to keep the weight of more than three people.
"oh, spooky." Skye grinned.
"Yeah." Coulson agreed, he looked around the room. "Okay. Let's start the search."
Fitz entered and put his case on the ground, quickly unlatching the cover and pulling it open to display his dwarves. Squatting, Fitz opened the pad and, with just a few taps, the dwarves were out and flying down the hall, up the stairs and scanning the room.
"Stay in pairs, just in case." Coulson ordered as Grant and Skye stepped onto the stairs. May stood at Coulson's side, surveying the room and watching as Simmons settled next to Fitz in front of the doorway, both beginning to analyze the reports sent back to them.
"I told you the update would do it." Simmons was saying,
Fitz looked up and gapped, "we- Okay, Fine. I know."
"I'm going to take a look around down here. Check out the rooms and see if the other two were down here. Maybe find where they're staying." May said drily, stepping back before making her way down the left hallway from the door.
Upstairs, Skye and Ward moved from room to room, opening creaky broken-down doors and checking closest for any missing teenagers. Ward moved to the left room and Skye opened the one to the right.
Ward found an empty room with a closet and a smashed window in the corner. The closet had double doors and showed faint proof of being painted blue once upon a time ago. The SHIELD agent glanced down at the floor, it looked to wasted to hold his weight, so he avoided the middle of the room just in case. The room had no window but he could investigate the closet further. The doors were open, but they shadowed the inside so anything would be hidden from his sight without a flashlight to help him.
"Ward!" Skye called from the opposite room, slightly worried her SO hurried across the hall to her.
This room seemed to once have been an old bedroom, a fancy one. It had a couch in the corner, a walk-in closet (or maybe it could have been a fire-place.) Skye was looking out the windowsill that no longer held onto anything but a short lining of glass in the right corner. "What is it?" Ward asked coming up at her side.
"Maybe someone fell out here, the shed looks pretty smashed and the window's glass is gone."
Ward studied the way the glass's edges seemed cut. Obviously, something had to have caused the window to smash or the shed directly three-stories below it with a collapsed in roof. "Maybe it was a ghost!" Skye smiled. "You know, little spirit anger, some teens piss it off and out the window they go?"
"I'm sure there's a better explanation." Ward said drily.
"Fine. Maybe the kids threw rocks at the window," she tried.
"No, there'd be glass on the floor, let's have a look at the shed, see if the glass is down there." He suggested. Skye nodded and turned back to examine the shed more from above. Ward turned quietly and left into the hall, heading for the staircase.
As Skye turned her boots to follow, she suddenly stopped. She felt cold, and the wind blew a high-pitched muffled sound almost like a whisper. For a moment, her imagination took over and she imagined a ghost again, somewhere in the room. Perhaps in the closet? Before she got the urge to look, she remembered who she was, a trainee for SHIELD. They dealt with the unexplainable, and so far, no ghosts. Sure, pissed off spirits of people trapped from one universe to another, but no such thing as ghosts. She remembered Grant telling her the unlikeness of the ghost, and turned for the door. Living the dusted, broken room and its wind alone. But there was no draft. And in the closet, there was something. A blue swirl of mist forming around a more white-smudged looking mist, with an outstretching arm.
And i'm going to leave it there just for now, I'll be updating it regularly though, so if you have any suggestions, ideas or just plain enthusiasm you want to share, go ahead and leave a comment!
Also, if you see any mistakes PLEASE comment them so I can go back and change them.