A/N: Okay, so this isn't that creepy. But it IS my first attempt at horror, so... yeah. It's also probably my shortest story so far. I'd like to thank you all for your reviews and for reading this... Again, reviews are always appreciated.

Chapter Three: Terror Time (Skycycle)

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE!?!?" Jack screamed, really close to crying. He looked at his wrist watch, and, by hitting a few buttons, tried to summon his Jackbots. No chance. He couldn't connect to their servers, and his watch was about to die. He stood up and looked at the other four, who headed back to the dining room. Jack followed.

Raimundo explained to him the situation, while he stared at his own card in horror. "You're right. This IS weird." He said, calming down a bit more. Jack left the dining room for the archway that went underneath the stairs. "WOAH! Check this out!" They ran to where he was screaming from. The area under the stairs was decorated with pictures, classic masterpieces, though they were covered with spider webs and dust. And Kimiko, who loved looking at the art pieces, couldn't shake the feeling that the eyes--for each picture had someone with eyes-- were WATCHING her.

She looked in the room and smiled. Now this made the area look like a house. It had a TV, a couch... most pleasantries one would find in such a nice house. The only thing was--

"Ugh. I hate this show." The TV was switched to an obnoxious show that no one really liked. It was called "Collar", about a young girl with a magical collar that could bend time, and create all sorts of elements. Basically, it was a bad Mary-sue turned into a show.

"But what if I can't do it, Gary?" The blonde girl asked, crying into a handsome boy's shirt. Her, presumed, boyfriend.

"Of course you can do it, Susan. I believe in you. I love you!" He confessed, holding her tightly. She smiled goofily.

"I love you too, Kim--ik--o." Four heads turned to the Shoku leader, whose mouth was wide open with terror as the girl's face appeared full frontal on the screen.

"I love you too, Kim--ik--o.

I love you too, Kim--ik--o.

I love you too, Kim--ik--o.

Why don't you love me, Kim--ik--o?" Each time was said with the same obnoxious rhythm, the same sing-songy tone, each break sounding like a skip on a record player. He reached down to turn off the box, but it didn't go. Jack went behind it to look for a plug.

"Uh... guys!?" He held up the plug, not attached to anything.

And the TV was still going strong.

"SHOKU EAGLE STRIKE!" Raimundo yelled, hitting the TV with all the force he could muster. It exploded and began to smoke furiously, hissing and spitting sparks.

No one really wanted to go into the topic of how the TV knew Kimiko's name, or why it was on without being plugged into anything, so they further explored the room.

It was well furnished, a rocking chair next to a couch that was planted in front of the TV. Two end tables stood dutifully next to the couch, and an old grandfather clock was the tallest, right against the wall. Clay and Jack went to go inspect it.

The panes were dusty and hard to see through. "Man. The person who lives here must not like to keep his stuff clean." Jack said, fingering the handle of a door that lead to the face of the clock. He pulled it open, and received a face full of dust, which made him immediately cough, hack, and wheeze. Clay looked below the face of the clock to a small plaque, which read:

The Mikado Family

Leslie, Min Shu, Kam, and Yuva and Clarissa

It appeared as though the last name had been added after many years of getting the clock, but then was scratched out with a nail or something. When Jack caught his breath, he was able to look at the plaque with Clay. "Hey, that's one of the names on the table. Yuva Mikado."

Clay scoffed. "Only s'not Mikado. It's Mirodo." He pointed out. Jack raised an eyebrow and stared at him, as if he had just said the stupidest thing in the world.

"Noo... It's the same person. The pen ran out of ink. It left trails of where it was, but no ink." Clay thought about this, and looked back up to the shiny thing with the names on it. How many other Yuva's could be in this house?

He turned back to Jack, who was now admiring a silken rabbit toy on one of the shelves of a German-made shrunk. He picked it up, but immediately dropped it. "Uh... guys? Can we go now? Please!?" He whimpered, backing away from the shrunk, only to run into an ancient looking pool table.

"What's the matter, Spicer? Afraid of a widdle bunny wabbit?" Kimiko mocked. He glared at her.

"NO! It's... you don't FEEL that?" They looked at him with dubious looks, the kind that obviously told him he was crazy. He was about to say something else, but felt something brush against his albino skin and jumped back, leaping into Clay. "I'm TELLING you, there's a lot more going on in this house than what we've already gone through. Let's just go, she doesn't us in here."

This time, it was Omi's turn to speak. "Now I KNOW you have misplaced your marbles, Spicer. There is no one else here but us." Jack shivered and took a few more steps to the right, as if backing away from something.

"H-how do you know? You DON'T! I do! Listen, she's in here, and she's trying to--AHH!" He screamed, leaping behind Clay and cowering down. They turned to look at him, but he was covering his eyes, and pointing at the mirror held in the shrunk. They turned, to see--

"Quit goofin' around, Jack, there's nothin' even there!" Clay said, hitting him with his hat. Jack mumbled something else about not being able to see, and then stood up. Clay moved out of the way to let him look in the glass. "See? Nothin'. Now, I don' know what got into yer head today, but I--"

Clay was instantly cut off by the chiming of the old clock, and Jack screaming again. The notes drooled out of, not the clock as they had first thought, but from the old player piano.

E D C G… G D E C… E C D G… G D E C

Then, the clock finally began to chime.

Dong... dong.... dong......

"Three o'clock?" Kimiko said. She looked at her digital watch. But how could a clock so old, in a place so unkempt be SO accurate? It was right on.

And that's when they heard it, the sound of breaking glass coming from the dining room, and the awful pleading screams that came with it. They all rushed to the area, but...

"Okay, I am REALLY sick of this house and its stupid-- Jack, what!?" For while Raimundo had been bantering, Jack had been simpering, and pointing to something on the ground. Rai looked and jumped away from the spot as quick as he could, turning paler and paler. There was a widening trail of blood on the floor.

They stared as it engulfed a few more feet of the rug, until stopping, and then, finally, they all felt a weird presence in the room. Jack screamed again. "SHE'S IN HERE! She's in here with us!" He said, pointing to one of the curtained windows. They looked, and saw, faintly, like a shadow, a young woman. She was dressed in an elegant dress, powder blue, which went bizarrely with her lime green eyes. Her black hair was tied in a knot on top of her head, and she seemed... half happy, and unaware of the blood splotch on the carpet.

"Sssssshhhhhhhhhhhh..." She had opened her mouth to speak, and was mouthing words, but nothing was coming out. Nothing but static, anyways.

Suddenly, Jack gasped. "Who are you!?" She didn't answer, just kept mouthing words, and making that noise. "Why isn't she speaking?" Omi asked, clearly confused by the woman's behavior.

"She IS. You don't hear her? She just said. 'Kam, I killed Clarissa. She was no good for you, won't you be with me now?'" They looked up at him, shocked. "You can't hear her. Can you?" Searching each other's faces, they could tell, no one knew what she was saying but Jack.

Kimiko turned back to look at the woman, but received a shock when she was right in front of her. "WAAH!" She breathed, but found she couldn't make her legs move to run. The woman seemed to not realize that Kimiko was so much shorter than her, and was talking above her head, but kept looking (In a blank, dead sort of way) towards the emptiness of the hallway behind her.

"Ssssshhhhhhhhh..."

"She said... She's calling you Kam. She thinks you're the guy on the clock, Kam." Jack paused, and squinted at the apparition. "She's in love with Kam." The woman stumbled backwards, as if pushed, and tears filled her eyes. "She wants to know why... you won't accept her love. And if she should-- should kill you too." Kimiko whipped her head around to Jack, who put up his hands. "I think she means Kam! And that's just what SHE said, not me, I--" He paused to listen to what else she was saying, and turned paler, if that was even possible.

They continued to watch her until she vanished, in a puff of black smoke that, once she was gone, fell, like liquid nitrogen.

"What? What! What did she say? WHAT DID SHE SAY?" Kimiko said, shaking Jack. But it was as if he was in a trance. Not saying anything, he pushed Kim's hands away from him and stepped back, thinking hard.

He knew there was something weird about this house the moment he walked in, and now he knew. But he still didn't understand why she wanted Bailey, Pedrosa, or Omi. He half understood why he was there, but couldn't understand why he was the only one who COULD understand her.

"OUT WITH IT, SPICER! What did she say?"

Jack lowered his eyes, searching for the right words to say. "Don't you get it?" He laughed shortly. "It's a game. She's toying with us. For some reason, I'm the only one who can always feel her, and hear her, and Kim..." He looked at her with sad, scared eyes. "She's in love with a part of you she believes is Kam... her brother."

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A/N: I've been writing this story for YEARS. It still doesn't sit right with me. Like it was a bad idea in the first place. I'm not gonna give up on it, that's not me, but if it seems like it's starting to fall apart at any time, let me know. Other than that... just review, I guess. I don't own anything except for the OCs, the house and the plot. That's all.