Just a little something for Halloween/ I'm bored and don't feel nice enough to update twice on Alvie's story.


"OK, how long are we here?"

"The weekend, Leo." Piper smirked. "Why? Scared?" She teased.

"Fwightened." Leo said childishly, widening his eyes and sticking his bottom lip out, obviously looking for pity. Piper just rolled her eyes, tugging her jacket around her. It was a cold autumn night, fog twisting around the leafless, skeletal trees and dark, slippery sloping hills.

"It's not that bad." Piper said to the group. She glanced over her shoulder at Louisa. "Right, Lou?"

"I think a statue of me would go nicely there." She paused. "'N' there." Louisa studied the landscape for a few seconds, tilting her head to the side.

"You gonna paint it?" Jason asked, smiling.

"I will try. Me 'n' fog don't get on that well." She turned and opened the car, retrieving her rucksack. "Well, I ain't standin' out here all day." She marched defiantly towards the wrought, iron gates. Ivy and rust twisted around the bars and the chain was practically rust, easy enough to break with a branch.

She started up the winding path, leaving everyone else to scramble for their packs and rush after her.

Unnerving Frank, Leo started making fiery shapes in his hands. First of all, he started off with the usual cats and dogs, but then progressed into fiery demons that cast wicked shadows across his elfish features, making his crazy smile seem demonic.

"Will you stop that?" Hazel hissed.

"Hey, I'm providing heat, light and entertainment." Leo paused. "I'm that good." He said with as much sass as he could muster.

"Keep walking, Valdez." Frank grumbled, edging away from him and his wretched fire.

The walked, bickering playfully and attempting to scare each other, for another fifteen minutes. Or, in demigod/ADHD terms- HOURS.

Louisa reached the front porch first, studying the huge dark wood door carved with intricate patterns and boasting a lion head knocker.

"Wait!" Leo cried. He grabbed Louisa by the arm and pulled her back down the steps, not noticing her glare while he hopped about the porch.

"What are you doing?" Percy laughed.

"Trap door." Leo said, looking up innocently. "You know, ring the doorbell or whatever and there's a trap door that-"

"Leo, you watch way too many films." Jason ruffled Leo's hair as he walked past and tried the handle. "Locked." He frowned.

"Can I burn it down?"

"No." Louisa shoved Leo in return before barging her cousin and kicking the door down a little too easily.

The chilling wind brushed up dust clouds. Hazel sneezed.

"Gesundheit." Nico smiled.

"Thanks." Leo whistled sharply, making them all jump. About six Leo's whistled back.

It was a typical haunted house, with an open plan entry hall with two staircases either side curving up to the next floor. At the base of the staircase, in the adjoining wall, were cracked bits of wood where doors had once stood, but the rooms they partially barricaded were dark and gloomy.

"I call dibs on the big room." Percy smirked.

"Dammit, Percy." Nico punched his cousin's arm playfully.

A burst of light made Hazel squeal, but she blushed when she saw it was Louisa with a flashlight.

"Let's go tourin'." She smiled, holding the torch under her chin.


The house itself had about four stories, not including the basement and attic that they dared not go in to. Well, Louisa wanted to, but they had decided to stay in a group as Leo was adamant that there was a 'ghostie' following him.

They found a living room on the second floor, all the furniture covered with grey, musty sheets and a few inches of dust crunching under their feet. Leo found an old fireplace filled with cobwebs. He retrieved a few sheets, disturbing rats and spiders – Annabeth was ready to kill him – but they sheets were flammable and made great fodder for the fire. Frank and Jason were sent out to find some more stuff to burn while Percy dispatched of all the spiders – by dropping them in the fire. Hazel and Piper were attempting to clean the floor while Louisa watched, amused. Nico was standing in the corner with his ears covered as the loud buzzing of quite a few fiery deaths for spiders started a headache.

"Lou, don't be mean." Annabeth scolded lightly. "Use a hurricane and put all the dust in the corner or something."

"I don't do cleanin'. That's peasant's work."

"Louisa…" Annabeth warned, folding her arms. Louisa grumbled, waving her hands and sending two miniature hurricanes dancing over the floor, gathering the dust and scooping it all up to dump in the corner. "Thank you." Annabeth said smugly. Louisa pulled a face at her and then the girls set to work setting up camp for the night.

Jason and Frank returned with their arms full of chunks of wood and bits of paper. They set that in a big pile next to the fire. Leo poked through it all, grinning broadly.

Nothing exciting or paranormal happened, other than Leo attempting to tell ghostly stories with a flash light under his chin. Louisa yawned pointedly, snatching her own flashlight up. She took over with the scary stories, but scary was also gory and horrific:

"…The mist on the moor was thick 'n' dense, but the senile demigod saw the headless figure stagger up the slippery hill. The two seemed ta hold each other's gaze, the elderly demigod's eyes glued to a mysterious bulk under the figure's arm. It was too much for his fragile mind 'n' heart 'n' he instantly back tracked down the slope, forgetful of the traps." There was a sharp intake of breath, Hazel and Piper looking pale. "Cannons exploded in multiple shots, the fire 'n' the demigod's bloodcurdlin' screams echoed eerily around the valley. The blood soaked the hill, the demigod's insides drippin' 'n' splattered across the grass, his last meal visible from his shredded stomach. The headless figure loomed over the man's unrecognisable head, which was now a pair of damaged eyes, ringed by broken teeth 'n' layers of flesh, skin 'n' brain." Hazel was starting to feel sick. "The headless figure collected the fleshy remains 'n' loaded them inta the main canon, firin' them over the valley, raining flesh, skull 'n' brain on unsuspecting 'n' innocent villagers."

"OK, enough!" Hazel protested.

"I was finished anyway." Louisa smirked evilly. Hazel started chewing her lip, feeling a lump in her throat as bile rose. "Night guys."


That's all I've got for tonight. Hopefully I can update again tomorrow. The scary story from Lou is taken from one of my old stories that's mine, except it says 'mutant' instead of 'demigod'.