In the morning when Edward woke up from his strange, but realistic dream, his mother told him that the Gardeners found him curled up in the rose grove, the only part of the Garden that was sealed off by non-personnel. That Afternoon Edward was to be sent back to school, but he would be picked up early, to be deemed fit for public education by a Doctor. Throughout the entire day people stared at him and made hushed comments to their Nabors. Someone even had the audacity to ask him if he was having an affair with Mrs. Winestone, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back, because after-words he snapped at the student to "Piss off and mind his own damn business before my fist has an affair with your face." At that the student ran off screaming bloody murder. Well not necessarily scream, but he did run off with a rather terrified look plastered on his pale sweat ridden face. The rest of the day students and faculty alike steered clear of Ed's war path. Ed was stressed, tired and he could feel another episode bubble in the pits of his stomach. Idiots were the last thing he needed today. When he was called to the nurse's office for a checkup and medication he was so relieved that he thought he might pass out. When he pushed the door open he was greeted by an old frail looking woman, she was known throughout the school Nurse Sweet. After someone was done getting their temperature or seeing if their stomach actually hurt she would give them a lollipop or a piece of hard candy, everyone in school loved her. As she tucked the thermometer under his tongue, Edward thought about how he could sleep walk into a prohibited sealed off area. The nurse smiled and handed him a lolli and bid him goodbye as he walked out of the nurse's office and into the main office. He came to a conclusion that if he didn't find out what was going soon, it would get to a point where it happened when he was in school.

When he got home from the Doctor he made his way to his room he passed a maid in the hall carrying a large heavy looking box.

"Do you need any help with that?" he asked as he walked alongside her. She nodded and thanked him for his service.

"If you could help me take these out to the curb that would be lovely." She said sweetly. As they heaved the cardboard boxes outside Edward asked what could possibly make these things so hard to carry.

"There just old brochures, this mansion was a museum for quite some time, these particular ones are for an armor exhibit. It was a very strange one too," she set the box down and sighed "the attraction only had one suit."

"Really?"

"Yes, it was the armor that…" she looked around, "The first young master had his soul bound to, by a witch." She whispered. "They say that his father wanted to live forever and slaughtered all of his family as a sacrifice. The boy was the only one that survived." Edward thought about that for a moment. "What did the boy look like?"

"Oh nobody knows exactly, but he was said to be very, very beautiful." She dusted her dress off and asked if Edward needed anything. "No I'm fine, thank you. Can I take one of these flyers?" he took one out and folded the flaps of the box back together.

"Sure if you want one, we aren't selling them anymore." The maid said smiling. Edward thanked her and sped off to his room for supplies. He would need all the equipment he could get if he was going to catch this ghost.

As he made his way to the very back of the mansion, Ed went over his plan.

First he would have to find the room with the armor. Then he would have to wait until midnight (since it was the most active then) and for him to…come alive or whatever. What he would do if it all played out he didn't quite know, but he would figure something out. The halls were dusty and damp as ever, on the way there Edward tried to reason why no one ever came down here. He looked around and turned to the map in the brochure, it said that he was in the south wing he looked around. There weren't any signs or labels on the halls as far as he could see. He let out a sigh and scratched his head. This was going to be harder than he had thought. He made his way down the hall way trying to decipher where the exhibit was. It was supposed to be big and noticeable so how hard could it really be to find it? He looked around and a realization came to mind. The second night he saw the figure he was in another hall way not to far from the main south wings entry way. He looked on the map and made his way back to the beginning. He went through twists and turns until he came across a large wooden door. It had multiple carvings engraved in it. Two massive trees twisted up and shadowed a figure in the middle of the door. Edward dug through a bag that he brought in case of emergency for his flash light. He flipped in on and studied the figure under the oak trees, in was a woman. She held a child in her arms and looked down at it lovingly. Ed cocked his head to the side, who was this? It couldn't be mother marry, so was it the woman in the painting he had found the other night? At a closer look, the woman looked as if she were sobbing.

"What a strange door." Edward said to himself. He looked at the door knob and found it had a great big pad lock on it. It looked like someone didn't want anyone to get in.

Or they were keeping something from getting out.

Ed gave a shiver as he dug for something in his bag. He found a screw driver and jammed it into the key hole. He jiggled it around and heard a clack and multiple clicking sounds after words. It slid off of the old door handles like a dead snake slipping off of a man's arm. He pushed the doors open with a force matched to Hercules.

As the old oak doors creaked and shuddered open, the scent of dust and moths hit Ed's face like a title wave. He coughed and fanned the musky smell out of his face and eyes. He walked through the empty room squinting through the mist of dirt and grime. The place was more like a grave yard than anything else. A heavy echo followed Ed's every foot fall. As he looked around the room he found it to be large and spacious with portraits of knights and princesses, kings and queens, and to the very back of it was a towering window it casted a glow over a pedestal that held up the monster that walked through his dreams. Ed crept up to it and noticed a plaque that told the exhibits history.

Here lays Alphonse - born 1788 and died in 1792 at age four. He was killed at the hands of his father and died an untimely death, may he rest in eternal peace.

Edward raised a brow, this wasn't an exhibit…it was a grave.

"What in the-?" Edward began, but was cut off at the laughter of small children. He whipped his head around to see a shadowy figure staring at him from behind a marble pillar.

When the clock strikes twelve the monster walks, when the clock strikes twelve the monster stalks

Run as you may, he always finds his prey, when the clock strikes twelve the monster strikes you.

Within the time it took for the child to appear it vanished with a wisp of smoke and giggles. Edward's phone rang with a loud obnoxious jingle and snapped him out of his daze; he gave a yelp and looked around for the source to find his phone in his back pocket. He let out sigh of relief and answered. It was his mother; she had left for the next town over and wouldn't be back until midnight.

She was almost home. Edward immediately hung up and checked the time. It was Midnight.

"Edward, run…"

He slowly turned his head and found his worst nightmare reaching out for him, glowing lantern eyes focused only on him.