chapter 4

Blood of the Honest


Russia woke up a few hours later. When the others asked what had happened he told them he didn't remember. In truth, the Russian did remember but was unsure how to explain it without looking like a fool.

The tall nation left the room before they could ask anymore questions.

England and America exchanged looks. "His scarf was burnt..."

"I know."

The burn marks on his scarf looked like handprints.

America took out his laptop and started typing.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"Telling my boss that this place ain't safe." The American responded. He glared at the screen when the computer refused to send the email.

"We can't contact people remember?" England muttered as he stood up and headed for the door.

"Do you...do you think that maybe...our bosses knew that this place was dangerous?" The younger whispered, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"I'm not sure. But mark my words, I will find out as soon as we get out of here." England promised as he left the room.


Once back in his own room, England took out his own laptop and turned it on. He pulled up the Internet, glad that they still had the ability to view web pages. He googled the house's address.

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England raised an eyebrow as he looked at an older picture of the house. The house didn't look much different other than iron fence that surrounded it. The words,'Ashmen family' where written on a plaque on the front gate. There was someone in the upstairs window. He couldn't make out the gender or features of the person but he could tell it was humanoid. It looked Almost transparent. Unfortunately the pictures description only told about the layout of the house. He blinked, 'this place has an attic?' He made a mental note to investigate that later and continued his search, this time adding, 'haunted Ashmen house' to the address.

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It wasn't much but it was impressive. The British gentlemen clicked the first link and scanned the web page. Just like any other haunted house there where several accounts of ghost sighting or paranormal experiences.

The former owner reported that someone, or something, had thrown a knife at his wife's face.

Thankfully wife was able to duck just in time.

'The same thing happened to Italy...'

Ever report he found was increasingly violent. Some seemed almost demonic.

After a bit more research, he discovered that the original owners where murdered, and that the murderer was never found. It was rumored that they where the ones haunting the house.

'I should show this to America...I guess he did know what he was talking about when he said this place was haunted...' He didnt want to start believing in ghosts, but in just 24 hours three things had happened that no one could explain. Russia wasn't talking about why he had fallen out of the window. Japan was missing. That made five.

He logged into yahoo, planning on emailing America the links to all the websites he had found. He froze at the news headline on the front page.

G8 REPRESENTATIVES MISSING

"What the hell?!" England clicked on the words. What he found out made his blood run cold.

Their bosses had scheduled a meeting the day they where supposed to leave the house. They had emailed the nations a week ago about the meeting. None of them had been seen since.

"Someone must have intercepted the email and changed it...they set this whole thing up..." He whispered, his voice shaking. "Is this someone's way of getting rid of us? Locking us in this deadly house...?"

"That's half right."

A cold blade was suddenly pressed against England's neck.

"But also half wrong. Either way I can't let you inform your friends of the truth."

In one swift motion the blade slit the delicate flesh of the Brits mans throat.


sorry it's so short and confusing. *bows* please review if you liked it or see any errors IN the writing.