A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been FOREVER. I know I've been a horrible writer for not updating. I know all of it, but here is my excuse…school. I've already given that whole thing about how terrible school is. It's even worse because this is a VERY important year for me. And I usually finish my homework up during school, but I haven't gotten used to school schedule. I still can't get used to waking up so early and going to bed early. I still get up at 6:45 when I should be been up at 6:00 because I'm used to waking up at noon. And I still-I seriously need to learn to stop ranting lol. Whatever, I'm so happy that I'm back. I was considering stopping this story because I had major writer's block, but Jaded1971 gave me the great idea of using something I had talked about with her awhile ago. Basically, the earlier chapters have been based off the show, The Haunted. Now, I'm gonna put in my idea (which I had originally had gotten from a really old movie that's name I can't remember) and it's really interesting. I really really really hope you guys enjoy my version!

Reminder: Oh yeah, check out Jaded1971's story OCs, it shows our OCs. I will be posting it on my account if Jaded1971 gives me permission.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Chipmunks or Chipettes. I don't own Dave Seville or Miss Miller. But, I do own the conjoined story line from the show The Haunted and my idea. I don't own the show The Haunted. My friend, Jaded1971, and I own Claire Seville and David Seville. (David is not Dave Seville. He is Alvin's son.) And if anyone wants to borrow anything that I own, they must have my or Jaded1971's approval.

Warning: Blood is present in this chapter.

The Haunted

Ch. 4

Don't Underestimate Their Capabilities


Alvin's POV

I gawked at the sight of the deep scratches and cuts in her back. Blood dripped down her back lightly, staining the top of her jeans. I couldn't even think straight. Brittany cried into her hands, not able to hold it in anymore. Claire and David, especially David, were crying because Brittany was crying.

What kind of husband was I? I let the love of my life get hurt who I promised would never be in pain because I would always protect her. Always.

I gently set Brittany down on my chair, trying not to cause her anymore pain than she was already in. I looked at the scratches in her back and growled in frustration at the sight of her back.

I helped her to the car with the twins following us. I helped Brittany in and we were off.


"I don't know how she could've gotten these wounds."

We all gaped at him. How could HE of ALL people NOT know where the wounds on Brittany's back came from. He was the smartest guy in the world, smarter than Einstein, and he doesn't know an answer.

Simon Seville stood in his doctor's coat, staring at everyone through his black glasses that were a little too big so they always slipped to the edge of his nose. He had a guilty look on his face for actually not knowing the answer that everyone was dying to know.

Jeanette, dressed in a nurse's outfit inspected Brittany's back. They were talking quietly about "secret" things and Eleanor soon joined them.

Theodore gazed at Simon with a questionable look. He asked, "Are you sure you that you don't know?"

Simon looked between Theodore and me with a sad expression. He gave out a soft sigh and said, "There's no medical nor scientific reason to this."

Claire, being her childish self without a care of what was happening at the moment, said, "Who says 'nor'?"

The Miller sisters couldn't help but chuckle lightly.

David, totally ignoring his older, immature sister's statement, questioned dizzily while laying upside down on Simon's chair, "Then the reason mommy got those marks isn't scientific or medical."

Simon, being his usual self, was about to say some sort of annoying comment before his eyes became wide and he gasped, "That's right, David. Exactly right."

Everyone gave him a confused look as he seemed to be thinking hard.

"What is it?" questioned Simon's wife, Jeanette.

Simon slowly had a large grin on his face. He looked at me with a very satisfied expression and said in a smug voice, "You've got a very angry ghost on your hands. Maybe multiple ghosts."

Brittany had a terrified expression before bursting into tears, "Why does it want to hurt me!?"

I quickly wrapped my arms around her in a comforting manner. I rubbed her back as she cried as hard as she could into my chest.

Simon said, "You guys must've done something wrong."

Brittany cried even harder and I glared at Simon.

"Let's just talk about your wounds, Brittany." He said.

Brittany peeked out at him from my chest.

"You've seem to have lost a lot of blood, but you're acting perfectly fine. Alvin even said there was only a small amount of blood dripping down your back and on his shirt." Simon said.

I wiped the tears off my wife's face as she started to calm.

I was suddenly aware that Claire and David were cheering.

Everyone stared at them.

Claire and David were high-fiving each other while chanting in excited voices, "We got a ghost! We got a ghost!"

Brittany couldn't help but laugh at their actions. I swear, those kids are the only thing that can bring her out of her sadness at any given moment.

Simon questioned while chuckling slightly, "How about we all go to your house so you can show us where Brittany got her cuts?"

I nodded and we all made our way to my house.


We were all laughing about something Claire and David had just done when we walked into the house. We all stopped laughing abruptly when we felt how cold it was inside.

I swear I could feel someone was watching us. I guess everyone could sense this someone because we all were looking around to find the source of this discomfort.

Claire walked into the living room and we all heard her scream.

We all ran into the living room as quickly as possible, but we all froze in place at what we saw.

Brittany.

Everywhere.

Every single picture of Brittany was sitting in the room. And if anyone else had been in the picture with her, you wouldn't know. Almost all of the pictures were torn in half so only Brittany was shown.

And you know where the other halves were?

In a giant, shredded pile in the corner.

And you know what written on the wall?

My Evangeline.

And you know what it was written in?

Blood.


A/N: I'm not even gonna say anything. I'm just gonna let you process that.

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