A/N: So, this entire month has been extremely busy for me. Seriously, just one thing after another. That's why it took a while to update, but then I finally got done writing this chapter and was going to post it last Friday, but then the site messed up and wouldn't let me. So, I had to wait longer! Ugh. But, it's here now. So, enjoy! And, please review! My motivation requires sustenance!

The tails of his bandana whipped at the air near his head, carried by the midnight breeze from where he stood atop the dark rooftop of a rundown apartment complex. The windows were boarded up, the wood rotten and soft from the years of rain and snow, exposed to the outside. The bricks were battered and cracked, covered with faded spray paintings and moss. Untamed vines of the freely growing vegetation snaked its way up the side of the building, twisting and curling, green tentacles gripping onto the stone all the way to the top where he stood, stopping just before his feet, like a hungry monster slowly swallowing the whole structure. This was a bad part of town, all the buildings looked the same across the forgotten neighborhood. Unkept, unloved, decayed, abandoned, the same image mirrored over and over again among the rows of stone and metal. There were countless reports of crimes in this part of town. Robberies, vandalism...murder. But, tonight there was no one. Not a soul in sight.

The steady rhythm of his beating heart echoed in his ears as he stared at the depressing scene before him. He could hear his brothers bickering behind him, their voices sounding as if from a great distance, muffled as he focused of the pounding of his heart, the strange feeling that creeped up his chest. A feeling he was all too familiar with, one that he had experienced all throughout his childhood. He couldn't explain it. It was frightening, yet exciting. He could feel himself start to sweat, though his skin was cold to the touch. His pulse was faster, stronger, like the beat of a drum, it throbbed in his head, his stomach, everywhere. His hands shook with nervous energy, his legs tingled with the need to run as this anxiousness swelled in his lungs, threatening to burst out. As if something were about to happen, just waiting for him around the corner. Something great, something scary, just something.

Laughter sounded from down the street, echoing loudly in the silence of the abandoned neighborhood as two shadows stretched down the road. Two humans, a boy and a girl, came into view and the nervous turtle released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. They were both dressed up, most likely walking home after some special occasion. The couple talked to each other excitedly, laughing at what the other said, looking perfectly content with one another. He stared at the two with large eyes, transfixed by their movements and the pure happiness that played on their faces, shining in their eyes, reverberating in their voices. A tiny smile tugged at his lips as he watched them stroll down the sidewalk towards a nearby alley. He didn't know why, but watching these two ordinary characters made the strange feeling inside him grow, pulsating in his chest, blending with their infectious joy that bubbled in his stomach. He didn't want to take his eyes off them.

"Donnie, come on. We're leaving."

Donatello shook himself of his trance like state at the sound of his eldest brother's voice. He turned to see his three brothers jumping to the adjacent rooftop, flipping over vents and exposed piping. The anxiousness had subsided somewhat. He could still feel it there, an extra kick of adrenaline, but it was much more tolerable now, making his heart slow down and his breathing return to normal. He glanced at the humans below one last time, their shadowy forms getting ready to turn down the darkened alley, before rushing off to catch up with the others.

The turtle didn't see as the couple made their way into the alley, their bloody backs retreating into the shadows. Their laughter echoed down the street as red dripped from their broken skulls.

The feeling of the abandoned warehouse that stood before them was...ominous, at best. The building loomed overhead, casting their bodies in its inky black shadow. Why anybody would want to spend even a moment in there, they had no clue. The jagged edges of shattered windows made it look almost as if it were glaring down at them. The door was wide open with fragments of splintered wood jutting out like teeth, like a hungry beast inviting them into its awaiting mouth, the myriad of creaks and moans from inside sounding similar to that of an empty stomach. The thought made them shiver.

The night had started out normally, just another routine patrol around the city, that is until an overheard conversation from two dimwitted purple dragons led them to this desolate structure. Apparently, the Kraang was keeping some heavy artillery there, weapons of mass destruction and advanced technology that could potentially wipe out the entire human race. Just the usual.

But, why here?

The question plagued Donatello's mind. Because it's on the outskirts of town? Because this is the last place they would ever look? That wasn't usually the Kraang's style. The purple banded turtle felt uneasy about the whole thing. He didn't like the sense of dread growing in the pit of his stomach, the feeling of a thousand eyes on him, how the shadows darted away from his gaze. The nervous energy was back, his hands trembled with it. He didn't know why, but this didn't feel like any other mission. He just couldn't shake this sense of impending doom.

"Dudes, this is creepy." Michelangelo piped up, cowering in the gaze of the dark building as he stared up at it. "Why couldn't we have staked out a pizza joint or something?"

"Don't be such a scaredy-cat, Mikey. It's just a building." Raphael rolled his eyes, the tough guy act faltering when he quickly looked away from the starring windows. He would never admit it out loud, but even he was getting a little freaked out by this place. The way the moonlight hit the structure, casting an eerie glow about it, just added to the ghostly feeling. Just throw in a guy with an axe and you had the perfect horror movie.

"It won't take long." Leo said, taking a step closer. "We'll just confirm what we know, and get out. We can come back when we have a better idea of what the Kraang are planning. Come on." Leo unsheathed he katana as he guided he brothers to the entrance.

Donatello had only been half-listening to their conversation, his mind wandering elsewhere. The feeling grew ever stronger, settling uncomfortably in his chest. Thoughts swirled around in his brain as he focused on the darkness of the warehouse. The inky blackness covering the walls and floors, almost as if concealing something, trying to hide what awaits them. He swore he could see movement behind the wall of shadows, faint wisps of something that disappeared in an instant. It made the horrible feelings inside him grow, the uncontrollable sense of foreboding leaving him feeling queasy.

"You coming, Brainiac?" Raph whispered loudly, the sound of one of his brother's voices shaking the genius of his silent trance for the second time that night.

Gulping down his unexplainable fear, Donnie forced his legs to move over to his awaiting brothers. Was it his imagination? Was his mind playing tricks on him? He didn't thinks so. And, these feelings weren't going away. He didn't know why, but he just knew.

Something bad was going to happen.

I am really enjoying writing this! I love ghost stories!

So, tell me what you think. Any suggestions for future events? Something particularly scary you'd like to see happen? Let me know!