A little baby doll sits on an old faded cherry wood chair with a deep red velvet seat. Her little pink pinafore and deep brown curls are immaculate-untouched by human hands though cobwebs were numerous. Though a little creepy, not to mention random, it is a calming sight.

Out of no where a streak of lightning lights the sky and Tucker appears in the chair in lieu of the doll.

"Welcome back. I hope you enjoyed the commercial break. I am Shou Tucker and I am sitting in what is considered Amestris most haunted building, The Asher Reed Asylum.

In a few moments, the Elric brothers, Scar, Colonel Mustang, Winry Rockbell, First Lieutenant Hawkeye and dog, Major Armstrong , Gracia Hughes and Maes Hughes will enter this building for the night. They will attempt to investigate the hauntings until dawn…if they survive, that is… But first the history of this place.

Note, our team of investigators are hearing this as you, the readers are…" Shou trails off and attention is turned to a small room, on the edge of the grounds of the asylum where the group sits listening to Tucker's voice speak over the radio.

Black Hayate sits on Hawkeye's lap, keeping his little keen eyes on Scar who sulks at the back of the room. For the safety of the other team members, the Ishbalan was forced to wear oven mitts shaped like cows and sign a waver saying he could not kill anyone in the group.

"Welcome all," Tucker greets, "You are sitting in the groundskeeper's house and for the purposes of this project this'll be your HQ. You will be going out in twos to investigate certain rooms in the asylum. In the end you will have to determine which room is the most active.

And now… the history…

Before the house came to be a nut house, it was home to a well to do family called the Thatchers. The house itself was build by Hans Thatcher, a prominent businessman for his young wife, Caroline. Caroline was fourteen when she married Hans, who was forty at the time."

"That's sick." Winry speaks up with a shudder.

"They were in love," Tucker continues, "However, the love did not last. Caroline gave birth to several children; all but one was still born. Due to this, it is said that Hans found comfort in another woman's arms and when Caroline discovered this, she took an axe to him and his mistress as they slept and then flung herself off of the fifth floor balcony. It is rumored Hans still walks around the third floor, the axe forever in his back and Caroline is still seen on full moons, flinging herself out of the balcony. And some say in the west wing of third floor you can hear the cry of all Caroline's dead children, making up for their silence.

The one child who survived, Gryteman was his na-"

"Gryteman?" Ed scoffs, "What kind of a name is Gryteman?"

"Swedish," Tucker informs to everyone's surprise.

"Sorry I asked." Ed mutters under his breath.

"He took over the house after his parents' untimely death and used it as a brothel and unethical alchemy experiments-"

"Look who's talking…" the Elric brothers mutter under their breaths.

"-On the women of the night…three boobs, two "ladies" in one…legend has it his women of the night still are around, still bound to the house that caused them so much pain.

Oh, and ladies…Gryteman is still here too, roaming the halls…looking for fresh flesh…I suggest you ladies stay together on the ground floor and basement…unless you're feeling a little…you know…"

Beside Hawkeye, Roy slips on his ignition cloth gloves with a hard glint in his eye.

After Gryteman died, the house sat vacant until a man named Bubba bought the house. His ownership didn't last long, though; he was killed by acorns…not the brightest moment in the history of man…"

"I'd say…" Hawkeye says with a shake of her head.

"After him, a family turned the house into an inn and it is reported that a little boy named Randolph traveled here with his family. But during his stay, he became deathly ill. Since the house's location is in the middle of nowhere, Randy's mother went to fetch a doctor…but she was too late and now Randy's remains lie somewhere on the grounds. His spirit lives on, though. The boy is seen in the windows and particularly on the second floor staircase, looking for his mother to come back with a doctor.

He liked to play tricks on the guests and in turn… the patients. Beds will levitate and rattle, he'll blow into your ear…and it also seems that several nurses and doctors reported feeling a child tug on their lab coats.

The place got its name from the inn owner's son, Asher. Asher suffered from a type of sickness that made him act like a simple child. He needed constant supervision, could barely speak and eventually it became too much for the family. They donated the inn (along with Asher) to a bunch of doctors and eventually the house became a place for the mentally unstable to live in and be cared for.

Of course, I trust you all know of the horrible condition these patients lived in. Many-if not all died in this very house."

"What happened to the place?" Scar wonders walking closer to the group and radio. Black Hayate barks at him, warning him to stay away. Scar's question is answered directly from the radio.

"As years flew by, funding got scarce. The asylum had to close down almost fifty years ago due to unlivable conditions and lack of funding. But it is said that the spirits of the patients, and some of the asylum's staff still roam the halls in the form of shadows, just observing.

Your first assignment will be radioed to you shortly. Be safe…"

A clap of thunder sounds followed by a flash of lightning and the radio goes dead silent. The group sits, letting the decades of horror and all around unpleasantness seep in. It slowly dawns on them what exactly they got themselves into…

A/n: Around the turn of the century, science was just beginning to advance and unfortunately, many mentally handicapped people were thought to be insane and put in insane asylums. I thought I would put this aspect into the FMA world as well. I apologize if it offends anyone. I did not intend it to be so.

Also, the name Gryteman is not Swedish in orgin…it comes from the desert of my mind…