I'm back! Next up in my Halloween fic, you get to see another encounter! Yay! I'm on the plane home from Chicago now! Hey, did anyone see Invisible Sister? I LOVED IT! Random fact, I ship Molly and Fletcher (ANT Farm). Seriously. Spread the word! The ship must sail! Anyways, onto reviews:

DragonEmperor999: IKR! And she's Stan, nice catch! Since she's a full-grown wolf, she wouldn't dress as a puppy. Thanks for the review!

Barbarastyles: I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for the review!

TTLKABC: Thanks! XD! Same here! It was…weird to write. I haven't, but I've seen pictures. Yikes. Yup, that's what I meant! XD! I did that on purpose. XD! Thanks for the review!

Purpledolpin05: Thanks! Yeah, she's spooky, but I put a lot of thought into her character. XD! Oh Alan…Spamie forever! Thanks for the review!

PurpleNicole531: She is, isn't she? Yup, that was certainly heading towards the deep end. XD! Glad you liked the backstory! Boji made a good choice. XD! I'm glad you thought that was funny! Thanks for the review!

Thefangirl50: You don't have to lie, I already know. XD! Thanks! And I have no idea. I just know she's young. Oh Alan…thanks for the review!

Writer207: Thanks! I'm glad you liked the backstory! Yup, she is! It was! XD! Well, that's Alan for you. Thanks for the review!

BeautifulSupernova: XD! Do your best. It won't work. Thanks! That's what I was going for! Oh trust me, there's LOTS of cameos. Two directly, one indirectly. Which one did you catch? Thanks for the review!

Wow! Thanks guys! I was surprised how many of you said you liked Isabella's backstory! Sorry to keep you waiting, school and stuff. Here's your chapter! Oh, BTW, for this chapter, I recommend the song Surrender: by The Birthday Massacre.

The next night:

Oliver sighed, and climbed into bed. Today had been a strange day. All day, Skylar was acting unusual. She dodged questions, and looked constantly nervous, very unusual for her. She jumped whenever she heard an unexpected noise, and yet still didn't tell Oliver or Kaz anything. Oliver decided in the morning he'd have to grill Skylar about why she was acting odd. He knew she never kept secrets from them, so what was going on!

Oh well. He thought, Might as well get some sleep. I'll talk to Skylar tomorrow.

Oliver must've had his eyes shut for only a few minutes when he heard a noise coming from outside. Oliver gulped. While he didn't like to admit it, living without a mom wasn't easy, especially when things got spooky. No one could ever grow out of a mother's comfort.

I've just got to suck it up and face it. Oliver thought to himself.

Oliver gulped, and grabbed the flashlight he kept beside his bed. He also grabbed a pair of superhero collectable nun-chucks, which he was thankful Kaz had convinced him to buy.

Oliver slowly crept down the stairs, swinging his head around, waving his flashlight. "Hello!" He yelled, "Anyone out there?!"

Nothing. The whole house was dead silent. "Hello?!" he yelled, again.

Suddenly, a volt of lightning struck, lighting up all of the outside. To his shock, a face flashed outside the window, but right as the lightning hit ground, the face disappeared in darkness.

"AHH!" yelped Oliver, swinging the flashlight at the place the face had been. Gone. Not a trace of the strange person.

Oliver placed his hand on his heart, and took deep breathes. "You're losing it, buddy." Oliver muttered to himself, "Which is probably why you're talking to yourself."

Oliver crept into the kitchen, towards the back of his house, swinging the flashlight around. "Is anybody here?!" He yelled.

Suddenly, he heard a slow creak by the front door. He dashed to the front of the house to see what it was. There didn't appear to be anything different…except the door was swinging open. And…were those wet footprints heading up the stairs?

Oliver ran towards the staircase, right as another bolt of lightning lit up the house. He jumped in surprised when he saw the outline of a person staring down at him, red eyes ablaze. But he couldn't see the person's face…

Once again, when the next lightning bolt flashed, the person was gone. Now Oliver was really panicking. He quickly ran over to the fireplace and grabbed a poker, before running up the stairs. "Who's there?!" demanded Oliver, "Show yourself! NOW!"

Above the howling of the wind, Oliver could hear an eerie laughter echoing down the hall.

Oliver slowly opened the bathroom door. He jumped when he saw the wall. Written in dripping red (hopefully) ketchup, were the words, 'If you knew what's good for you, you'd run.'

Oliver stumbled backward, falling. Another volt of lightning, and there was a face hovering right above his own. Oliver swung the flashlight wildly, but the stranger only laughed, and disappeared again.

Oliver jumped to his feet, looking around. He was debating whether or not to call the police. But then again, this could be a villain, and he couldn't give the super-world away to the real-world, even if it cost him his life.

Oliver took a deep breath. There were only four rooms on the top floor of his house. A coat closet, (which was too small for anything to hide in it) the bathroom, his bedroom, and…his mother's room.

Slowly, Oliver placed his hand on the doorknob to his mother's room, hyperventilating. He hadn't been in here since…the incident, as he referred to it as. He was half certain he wouldn't survive the night. The other half said he would be mortally wounded.

When he opened the door, once again, the room was almost normal, except there were long, deep, claw-marks ripping into the sheets on his mother's bed, and the bottoms of the curtains had been clawed to shreds, as if by a cat. And…the window was open.

Oliver ran to the window, throwing his head through. Sitting on the ledge was…a black cat. He breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously the cat had used its claws to open the window, and claw at the curtains. But that meant whoever was in the house was too large to reach the bottoms of curtains, and…they were still inside.

Oliver yanked his head back inside, and whipped his head around, just in time for another lightning flash to reveal a sinister-looking character practically float past the door.

Oliver darted into the hall, but the person was gone again. That meant, there was only one room left.

Oliver placed his shaking right hand on the doorknob to his room, and used his left to mop the sweat off his brow. "One…two…three!" he muttered to himself, as he threw the door open.

Sitting on his bed, facing the wall, was none other than Isabella. "AHH!" screamed Oliver, jumping back, and clutching the doorframe with both hands.

Slowly, Isabella turned her head towards him, without moving any other part of her body. He gasped as he realized her eyes were glowing red, and her cheeks were sunken in, and chiseled grey.

"Oh hello Oliver." She purred, "I do hope I did not…wake you."

"Isabella!" gasped Oliver, "What are you doing here?!"

"Just admiring your lovely house." She hissed, her eyes burning an even brighter red. Oliver noticed both her tights were black and torn, and her boots had turned to black leather. "I have always wondered how the normos live."

"Well…that's fine." Said Oliver, "But why couldn't you come in the morning?!"

"I hope you do not mind." Said Isabella, "I feel more comfortable shrouded in darkness."

Oliver shuddered, letting her words sink in. "Could you…go home, please? Maybe we can talk tomorrow."

"If that is what you wish." Said Isabella, faking cheerfulness. As she stood up, and brushed past Oliver on the way to the door, he noticed her eyes started to turn blue, slowly. First red, then purple, then blue. Ever so slowly…

As she reached the top of the stairs, she turned to Oliver, and whispered, "Have a nice rest."

"Y-you too." Said Oliver, trying to calm his nerves, as she walked down the stairs, and out the door.

Oliver sat down on his bed, trying to relax. Unfortunately, thanks to Isabella, he couldn't relax. Instead, he grabbed his phone, took a deep breath, and dialed Mighty Med. Hopefully the right person (or should he say, wolf) would pick up.

"Uh, hello?" asked Fang, who had wrapped his teeth around the phone and placed it on the ground.

"Fang!" cried Oliver, "Thank god to hear your voice! Could you come over immediately? It's kind of an emergency."

"Uh, sure…" said Fang, "Just let me tell Boji where I'm going. Last time I 'went over to a friend's house,' a little old lady and a girl in a red cape got eaten, and now Boji won't let me go anywhere without running it by her!

"Oo-kay…" said Oliver, "Just hurry please."

"Got it." Said Fang, grumbling under his breath about not taking orders from humans. Well, that was Fang for you.

Oliver waited on the couch by the front door, knees drawn up to his chest. Every noise made his eyes flicker from side to side. When he eventually heard a knock on the door, Oliver nearly jumped ten feet in the air!

Oliver looked through the peep-hole in the door, relieved to see fang was banging on the door with his muzzle, yelling "Let me in! I don't have all night!"

Oliver threw the door open, and welcomed Fang with open arms, which Fang promptly rejected. "Fang!" yelled Oliver, "Thank goodness you're here!"

"What is it?" asked Fang, "Got scared in the night? Want your mommy?"

"Yes and yes." said Oliver, with a small smirk.

"Pathetic, dude." Said Fang.

"I'd like you to guard my house, while I find something to do. No way am I going to be able to get back to sleep now."

"Uh, no way." Said Fang, "I'm no watch dog. I am a wolf!" He said the last part with pride, before pointedly turning his head away from Oliver and grooming his back fur, as though he was too high and mighty to be seen with a human.

"I'll make it worth your while." Said Oliver, "How about a refrigerator full of meat? Horace was planning a barbeque for after the wedding, and once my mom was evil, the hundreds of hamburger patties were left in the fridge as waste."

"Hamburger patties, you say?" asked Fang.

"Yup." Said Oliver. He faked a sigh. "I guess I'll just have to throw them out…or give them to the neighbors' cat…"

"CAT?!" screeched Fang. "Oh no, no, no. I mean, I think we can come to some sort of agreement."

Oliver smirked. "That's what I thought. If you stand guard all night, in the morning, you have free run of the fridge for breakfast. Deal?"

"Deal." Said Fang.

"Good." Said Oliver, with a sigh of relief. He plopped back down onto the couch, while Fang marched around the house, ears and tail held high. Oliver grabbed the remote control off the coffee table, and channel surfed the night away. As he watched the screen's images flicker by, all he could think about was Isabella's face, flashing sinister in the light…

Okay, that was hard to write, especially since it's really late at night. Do you know how many times I looked over my shoulder?! This was even creepier than last chapter! Oh well, I hope you enjoyed! Who's liking the creepy encounters so far? Well, bye!