Disclaimer: I don't own Rocky Horror. sigh

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to the very fabulous rhpsdeadzonefan! Good Job!


Kim couldn't believe her eyes. There was a floating woman in her room. FLOATING! Not only that but she was dressed really odd. She had short, cherry red hair and a she was very sparkly. Her mom and dad were still staring up at her. She looked nice so Kim decided she'd answer the odd woman.

"Um, hello. Who are you?" Kim asked slowly. The woman just looked at her and then smiled. She floated down to her father's eye level.

"Remember me?" Her mother screamed and the other woman just looked at her.

"Janet!" The woman yelled in a high-pitched voice. She rushed over to hug her and floated right through Kim's mother. By this time Kim figured this woman was quite possibly a ghost and a former friend of her parents. Taking a deep breath Kim spoke again.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" The "ghost" turned to look at her and smile.

"She looks just like you," she said fondly to Janet and Brad, "Anyway, my name is Colombia and I'm an old friend of your parents. I was bored in...well you know, and I decided to come see Brad and Janet, only to find they got busy and started a family." This time her mother spoke.

"Can anyone else come down to see us?" Her mom used a weird tone when she said anyone but Kim ignored it.

"Yeah they can. But don't worry, Frank is too busy with Rocky and Eddie is playing his guitar. But they may come and visit you later." Colombia smiled while her mother paled.

"Wait, who's Frank, Rocky and Eddie?" Kim asked turning towards her parents.

"Ooh, pick me! Pick me! I wanna tell her!" Colombia squealed jumping up and down. Well technically floating, but that's not the point. Kim sat down on her bed and stared at the ghost.

A half hour later...

Woah, that was weird. Her parents met aliens and did it with them. What had happened? Her mind was turning. How could her parents do that to each other? How could they be seduced like that? Also, how do you do the time warp? Suddenly another voice rang out. One that was British and bored sounding.

"Bloody hell Colombia can't you tell my part of the story right? I did not act like that." Kim was just thinking this ghost's voice was very sexy when the ghost appeared. He was wearing fish-nets, extremely high heels and a corset thing. On top of that he was wearing a lot of make up and a had really nice curly hair. He was very attractive except for the fact he was dressed like a women. Of course that possibly made him even sexier, but that's not the point.

"Brad and Janet, oh how lovely. How have you two been?" The new ghost said smoothly. Her mother stepped forward, a blazing look in her eyes.

"It took me so long to forget about you Frank, and I am not going to do it again! Get out of my house!" Kim had never seen her mother so angry but at the same time controlled, like she knew how to deal with this "Frank". Her father just looked nervous.

"Now, now Janet. I mean no harm. I just wanted to meet your daughter and make sure she got the right story." Soon Kim became acquainted with Frank, Colombia, Rocky(who was very sweet but oddly couldn't talk) and Eddie. All the ghosts assured her parents they meant know harm and soon they became Kim's best friends. Kim would run home and talk with them for hours. Colombia was for gossip and boys. She squealed when Kim blushingly admitted she liked Peter. Frank was her fashion and makeup expert who always had a sweet thing to say. Rocky was always there to just listen and understand when she had a problem. It may have helped that he didn't talk but Kim always knew what he said. She went to Eddie for a funny story or memory and was never disappointed.

Sadly, this happiness didn't last. Kim began having dreams about the night her parents got engaged. The dreams were choppy and out of order. She didn't dare tell her parents about the dreams that had been plaguing her for weeks in fear they would worry about her. She would tell her ghosts about that night's dream and they would fill in the rest. Then one night in November the dream came to her but this time it was in order and she saw everything. She woke up with a massive headache. Something had to be done.

The next day she was being babysat by her lethargic neighbor Matt. She had him drive to the police station to look for the Criminologist. In her dreams he was always the on telling the story. She had to find him, this older, British man who dressed weird and had no neck. When she got to the police station, they man at the front desk showed her to a back room whi an eery white light seeping under the door. She slowly walked inside to see the back of a man's head and a large blank screen.

"Excuse me, is this the Criminologist's office. The man suddenly turned and looked at her. He looked old and somewhat tired, like he had seen things that scarred him. Still, he had a pleasant smile that reminded Kim of her grandfather.

"Yes this is my office and please call me Charles." The man said standing up and pouring himself a drink.

"What can I do for you today?" Kim didn't know what to say. She didn't know where to start, afraid this man would call her crazy and kick her out. "No sense in trying", she told herself.

"My parents are Brad and Janet Majors and I want to know what happened the night they were engaged." Charles just looked at her. Then he turned around and picked a large book of the shelf with the words The Denton Affair written on it. He sighed and took a sip of his drink.

"Everything you want to know is in there, from the police reports to things found at the scene. But I'm warning you, it is strange and horrible what happened to your parents and I wouldn't want to read that if I were you." Charles said in a mature, grave voice.

" I have to if I want to stop having these dreams, I wake up every morning feeling dazed and having a massive headache. I have to stop this and maybe knowing what really happened will put my mind at rest." Charles bid her goodbye and good luck and she was on her way. The mystery to the late November evening was almost solved. Perhaps she would be able to sleep tonight without having a crazy dreams.

However, fate, and two very important people, had a completely different idea.


That's chapter 3 and I hoped you liked it. Please read and review and if anyone knows someone who would like to beta my stories, I would greatly appreciate it. My spelling and grammar are atrocious. Now for the quote:

Slowly slowly, it's too nice a job to rush.