One-Shot 2: Trick or Scream

(bursts out dressed all in green) Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone. (letter falls from the sky.) Oh, um, I will be back. (leaves and returns dressed as Katniss Everdeen) Happy Halloween. As we all know, this is a SERIES of one-shots so I can keep this up for a long time. I have so many possible ideas. This is my Halloween idea because this is Haunted. Today I bring to you, Trick or Scream. This is basically going to be the cast of The Haunted taking a break from running, hiding, or hunting and are trick or treating. This is for fun, but obviously Herobrine has other ideas… Note: Please know that reading this chapter will possibly result in you losing your sanity, so I am not responsible for any damage. You have been warned...

UPDATED CHAPTER: Yeah, I understand that I waited until June to fix this, but I don't care. Now the chapter makes a little more sense, I guess. It certainly is slightly longer.

Let's Go On An Adventure


Drake's POV

I paced back and forth in my bedroom while wearing a dragon hunter costume. Tonight I was trick or treating with my friends Grayson, Armen, and Luke. I know that we are a little too old but who cares. We don't. A loud crash came from downstairs.

A quick look down the stairs revealed that Armen has arrived by breaking in. I could tell because I saw broken glass. Mumbling, "I really need to fix that alarm system," I went down to check his costume out.

Armen was dressed as, wait for it, a turkey. So much for the Admin Chickens. Armen was surrounded by broken glass. I just had that window replaced from last Christmas. I seriously need to stop inviting him here. He smiles innocently and giggles. "Sorry about the mess."

I tried to look at him scoldingly, but I am laughing too. "Curse you Armen. How am I supposed to fix this window? The window guy said he won't come back after you threw water balloons at him. In the middle of January, too." He shrugs just as the doorbell rings.

Rolling my eyes, I went to answer the door. At least some people know what doorbells are. I am surprised by what appears to be Santa Claus. "How are you?"

Of course it is Grayson. Only he would dress as Santa for Halloween. "Where is Luke?"

He shrugs. "I think he is still getting ready. What do you think he is?"

I say, "I guess a Jedi knight."

Armen stared at me. "He was that last year. I think he will be an assassin. He likes that game Assassin's Creed or whatever it's called."

"Wanna bet? I bet you $5.00 that he is going to be a Jedi."

"You're on."

We shake on it as Grayson shakes his head at our childishness. Huh, like still stealing cookies from a cookie jar isn't. A loud knock shook the house. It spooked me. Grayson answered the door. "Luke the Empire Assassin is here."

Armen beamed. "Yay, I am five dollars richer."

I scowled at him. "Oh, just you wait. I'll be ten dollars richer by the end of the night. I just know it."

Sure enough, Luke was dressed in the armor of an assassin. "Hi Drake. Armen. Grayson. What's up with you?"

I was the only one who replied. "Nothing much, except Armen smashed my window, I am $5 short, and I was half scared to death with that earthquake you caused as you knocked."

Luke froze. "I didn't knock. I rang the doorbell like always."

Armen paled, but regained his composure. "Probably nothing. Come on, let's go get some sweets."

We filed out the door behind him with our candy buckets eagerly. I really hope I get a bunch of Snicker bars because they are awesome.

It was dark out, and the moon was full. Something wasn't right tonight. The moon was too bright, and where were all of the stars? I had a bad feeling, but the anticipation was stronger, so I ignored it.

We walked around the corner until we got to the first house. It was some sort of mansion or something. It looked really worn down with vines and stuff covering the walls. Bits of wood, glass, and stone were missing. This guy must have went all out on decorating for Halloween.

I don't recall ever seeing this house before. Sure, I never looked for it, but you'd think that I'd at least notice it from the distance. Something was messing with my head again.

Grayson knocked. "Trick or treat."

A man in blue opened the door. He had plain white eyes. I will admit, those are some pretty authentic looking contacts. "Good evening boys. Here. Take as much as you like." He thrust a bowl full of candy. "I don't get this many people often."

We greedily filled our buckets with candy. The bowl seemed to not run out of candy. Kit Kats, Reese's, everything that we could imagine. Of course, there were Snicker bars. Just as we were about to leave, it started to rain. Lightning illuminated the cloudy night sky. Thunder shook the earth harshly, causing us to fall backward.

The man turned towards us in concern. "Quickly, get inside. It is going to storm. I don't want anyone to catch a cold."

I agreed because maybe I absolutely despise water. I guess it is because of my enderman half. But that doesn't matter. I want to stay dry.

Without hesitation, we followed the man inside. The furnishings were rather simple. There was a HUGE kitchen-like room with a counter, two chairs, and a fridge. A set of stairs went up to another room that overlooks this room. A door next to the stairs led to what must be his bedroom while another I guess is part of his basement or something.

"Thanks, sir," Luke mumbled as he shuffled inside with his hands in his pockets. Don't ask me why his outfit has pockets because I don't really know. I guess to hold all the fake weapons. I can't be sure.

He lead us to the chairs. "Okay, listen up. I don't care what you do. You guys can go anywhere in the house except for one place. The basement. If I catch you guys down there, then there will be serious consequences." The man then went through the door to the basement.

Grayson was the first to speak. "Well that was weird." We all nodded in agreement. Who was this guy?

I waited patiently for the storm to stop while the others talked. I was seriously getting bored. Finally, I spoke up. "You know, we can always play hide and seek. I mean, look at this place."

Grayson shook his head. "But that's the thing. I don't know about you, but I don't trust this guy. Something seems fishy about him."

"Party pooper," Luke glared.

I got an idea. "Hey guys, we can play if we are quiet. Last person left hiding wins," I hold up a plastic baggy of Tootsie Rolls, "One bag of candy."

Luke and Armen seemed convinced but Grayson still seemed unsure. I thought fast. "Or, some nice chocolate chip cookies at my place. Extra peanut butter chips." His eyes lit up. I hit one of his childish spots.

"You mean it?"

"Yep."

His eyes widen in delight, then he spoke really fast. "Yay-I-will-count-first- so-don't-worry-about-it-I-want-to-count-first-one-two-three-four…"

"HIDE!" screamed Armen as he dashed towards the bedrooms. I climbed the stairs in hopes of evading Grayson's gaze. Just as I was about to duck down under the rail, however, I saw Luke edging towards the basement.

"Dude, we can't go down there," I tried to warn him, but he continued to ignore me and continued through the door, but was that uncertainty in his eyes?

"LUKE, NO!" Armen yelled out in desperation, but it was too late. Luke was already through door.

"98-99-and-100-come-out-come-out." Grayson said eagerly. Did he seriously not hear what just happened with the door? What is my friend, deaf?

Footsteps interrupted my thoughts. And they were loud. I froze. Did he find me? Wait a moment. They are coming from my left, but no one is here. That is when I heard the scream. Luke. "We need to get out of here, right now."

Idiot. Now Grayson can find me. But I don't care. All sense of safety I gained by going in here is gone. Grayson dashed out of the bedroom he was searching with Armen on his tail. "You-owe-me-a-cookie."

I slapped him. "Not now. We need to get out of here now." Slowly, maturity returned in his eyes.

"You're right. What was I thinking? But first we need to find Luke. If that was his scream, and we have no reason to doubt that it was, then something bad has happened. NOTHING scares him like that. Does anyone know where he went?"

I nodded. "The basement. He wanted a good place to hide, so he went inside. He ignored me, though. But…I think something else was controlling him. In his eyes, all I could see was regret and possibly fear. Something terrible has happened to him, so if we want to rescue him, then we need to act now. Otherwise, we need to leave this place."

"Or, better yet, leave while we still can?" Armen suggested. I thought I caught a gleam in his eyes.

Grayson replied immediately to this. "No. He is our friend. If he is in trouble, then we need to help him."

Armen looked at him oddly. "Maybe we shouldn't. It is probably too late for him anyway. I agree with Drake. I don't trust this guy. What is the point in doing something impossible? Maybe it's best if…"

Grayson glared at us. "What is the point? That's our friend for goodness sake. I am going down there to help him whether you want to help me or not."

My friend stomped towards the door to the basement. "Wait," I glanced at Armen, "We are coming with you."

Relief flooded into his face. He was clearly not ready to go down alone. "Really? You will?"

"We are?" Armen looked uncertain.

"Of course. You are my friend. And so is Luke. And Armen. "

Grayson then reached his hand for the door. "Shall we then?"

Armen and I nodded in unison. "Okay, we are coming down now." One by one, we filed into a…cave of dirt.

"No, no, no. This cannot be it. Look around for secret trapdoors or something," Grayson ordered.

We then started looking through the dirt. About ten minutes later, Armen called out, "Hey guys. Over here," he pointed at a hole, "Check this out."

Grayson's expression grew worried. "What do you think that leads to?"

I stared at it. "I don't know, but I don't want to find out. But we have to. For Luke."

Grayson smiled grimly. "For Luke."

We then both looked towards Armen who remained silent. He raised his arms in defeat. "Fine. For Luke."

Silently, we climbed one by one into the hole and ended up in some sort of tunnel. Grayson pointed forward. "Onward, my friends." He marched quickly to the point where Armen and I couldn't keep up. Finally, it got to a point to where we couldn't see him anymore.

"Grayson, where are you?" I called out. I got no answer. I had this bad feeling in my stomach.

When I continued forward, Armen protested, "Dude, we need to get out right now. Come on." He was genuinely fearful for our lives.

"We can't just leave him."

Then I heard his dreadful call for help. The bloodcurdling scream raised goosebumps on the backside of my neck. Suddenly, I knew we couldn't help him. I reached for Armen's arm.

"It is too late. We need to get out of here. Right now."

Then Armen said something odd. "No, Drake. You can never escape him. He will always be there. It is too late for you to escape. It is the only way. He will get you one way or another." The man appeared, only now his white eyes were glowing. He merged with my friend. Armen raised a diamond sword that appeared out of nowhere. Was that fear and regret in his once blue-green eyes? "Goodbye, Drake."


What in the world did I just write? Everyone dies except for Armen because Herobrine merged with him after killing Luke and Grayson. Sorry for causing you to lose your sanity. Trust me, I normally do better. Hope you kinda enjoyed. Also, do you like my cover. I drew it myself without any apps and I want to know if it is any good. Thanks. Read and review. :) Also check out my other stories. Happy Valentine's Day.

~Lya200~