The second he'd stepped into the threshold of The Cobra Mansion, he'd immediately felt a chill run up his spine. "This is so exciting!" his mom chirped as she looked around, then turned to start talking with some security guards with dad while Jessica started exploring the bottom floor. 'That just leaves me' he thought, watching as the rest of his family made themselves comfortable in their new "home". As Spencer inspected the entryway, he frowned a bit at the thought of this being his home. The mansion was awesome, but that didn't mean it was home, the place was built more like an amusement park, of a fun house, then an actual home.
"The outside of this place looks so wacky, I thought the inside would look more like that Relativity painting." He scoffed ,looking around the room for any potential hazards. He'd have to admit though, the interior decorating beat the mansions weird factor by ten. Who in their right mind had the gall to own so many self portraits of themselves? He'd always heard rumors that the guy had been self centered, but this was ridiculous!
'Maybe it a good thing I never got to meet him.' Spencer thought, and was about to voice his opinion of the decorating too, when he heard his mom call him. "Spencer, get out of the doorway and look around with us!" He took a step forward, or at least tried to, but his foot caught on something and suddenly he was kissing ground. "Augh!" he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from cursing, and rubbed his face tenderly. His cheek was gonna bruise, and his nose hurt, but that was the full extent of it. He was about to glare at the floor when he caught sight of his shoes and his breath caught.
He sat up and took a closer look, not quite believing what he was seeing. Someone, had tied his shoelaces together. He wanted to blame Jessica, but she hadn't been anywhere near his shoes, and she wasn't sneaky enough to pull it off without him noticing. He was sure his shoes had been tied normally before too, so how…? He decided to let it go for now, if there was some mysterious lace tyer around, he'd get around to finding out about it later.
Spencer watched as the rest of his family meandered around the first floor, oohing and awwing at the shiny new appliances and marveling at things Spencer never thought he'd ever see in person, much less own. It irked Spencer that most of the stuff looked brand new, had Billy even used half this stuff? And of course around every corner, he saw more Billy Joe Cobra memorabilia, and posters, and accessories, and action figures, the list went on. If Spencer hadn't known any better, he would have thought this place had been owned by a super fan. It was like Billy was still there, mocking them for being poor, reminding them they owed him or something. Spencer hated it.
When dad started marveling at the guest bathroom, he'd had just about enough. "Just how rich was this jerk?" he mumbled, heading up the stairs as his mom started admiring the fridge. He was so caught up in the squeamish, tight feeling in his gut that he didn't even notice that he'd reached the second floor. He walked down the hallway slowly, sparing lingering glances on the rooms, but nothing really caught his interest, not until he saw the elevator.
"I call first dibs!" He heard his sister call from downstairs, he instinctively ran to the elevator and got inside, pushing the button to head up before he really thought it through. He wanted to see the room before anyone else did, so sue him. Maybe if he liked it, he'd call dibs. "Maybe it's some super secret, demon sacrifice room, or a vampire coven filled with sleeping, blood sucking monsters?" He thought aloud, smiling at the idea of hooded cultists cutting opening goats in the Cobra Mansion. At least it would explain the chills this place gave him.
"Maybe it's just as richy rich as the rest of…"Spencer's words faded off, as the elevator stopped his eyes widened at the state of the room in front of him. He slowly walked into the bedroom, eyes taking in every detail and decoration he came across. Suddenly, he felt that uncomfortable tight feeling in his stomach again. The room just looked so...Real. It was nice, yeah of course, and it was cool, no doubt, but it was also real. He'd never thought he'd find the room looking so... lived in. Had anyone cleaned the place up? It looked like Billy had slept in the bed just last night.
Spencer sighed, sitting on the bed and looking around more. This room was filled with so much stuff, comic books, video games, books, and trophies for various things, action figures, a few stuffed animals, clothes, candy wrappers. Billy had lived here, and he'd slept here, and he might have even died here. "What am I doing here..?" Spencer wondered, feeling a crawling feeling inside him, like he wasn't supposed to be here, or he was trespassing on sacred ground.
And then Spencer was being shoved off the bed, he hadn't heard the elevator, hadn't caught sight of anyone, hadn't heard or seen a thing. "Wha-!" He yelped, falling to the ground, dazed and very confused. Then something was prodding his chest, hard, and now Spencer was sure there hadn't been anything, because he had eyes, and they had only one job. At this point, he was thoroughly spooked, looking wildly around the room, then stumbling to his feet and quickly making his way to the elevator. He didn't know what was pushing him around, but he had to get away from it, now.
Or at least that was what he'd hoped to do, until his parents came up, blocking his way out. "This in such a cool room!" His dad exclaimed, looking around approvingly as mom admired the view from the window. "You know, your mom and I have already chosen our room Spencer, and so has your sister. How about you have this one? It'll give you some more privacy!"
'No! No no no no NO!' Spencer's thoughts pleaded, looking between the elevator and his dad desperately, he had to go, not move in! He suddenly felt a cold, firm hand on his shoulder, and it screamed a warning. 'You say yes, and I'll make you regret it.'
Spencer shivered, looking at his shoulder and seeing nothing, which was even scarier than if he had seen a hand, and gulped. "I..I don't think so dad...I mean, this room is so nice! We should probably just use it as a storage rooOM!" Invisible nails dug into his shoulder angrily, conveying how much it probably thought that idea sucked, or maybe it was trying to tear his arm off? "O-Or! We can just...Leave this room alone...Forever…?" The grip relaxed and Spencer internally let out a sigh of relief, sure he was a terrible actor, but at least the hand had stopped cutting off his circulation.
His parents looked at him worriedly, before the mom sighed, and walked over to him, placing a comforting hand on his other shoulder. "Spencer...I know things seem a little...Well, a lot complicated right now, but you can trust me when I say, things are going to get better. This is our home now, and I know that might seem scary, but the first step in conquering your fears is to familiarize yourself with the terrain, and face them head on!" She squeezed his shoulder again, and started to walk out with dad, stopping to look back again. "You'll try for me, right Spencer?" She insisted, looking him in the eye and waiting.
Spencer didn't know how to respond at first, concentrating hard on his answer. As he thought, the hand on his shoulder seemed to disappear, maybe the ghost was leaving? He wanted to try to fight whatever this thing was for his mom, even if he was having a crap ton of second guesses about this place. Whatever was messing with him might be invisible and angry, but it was also probably angry for a reason, maybe he could reason with it? He had to try he decided, looking his mom straight in the eye and nodding determinedly.
Spencer watched his parents leave the room satisfied, and decided he'd need a game plan to deal with this...ghost? It seemed like a ghost, and if he was wrong, the for-now-ghost would just have to correct him. Maybe they could even be friends? Just as he thought that, the ghost seemed to respond in kind by stealing his luggage from his side.
"Hey! What the heck is your problem?! You can't just snatch people's stuff like that, you tool shed!" Spencer snapped, surprising himself for a moment. He had to be firm with this thing if he wanted to get his point across. It seemed to work, seeing as the bag stopped moving for a moment. Steeling himself, Spencer took a firm step forward. "I swear if you don't put that down-" The ghost cut him off as it seemed to reach inside and started tossing all the contents of his bag out carelessly. Spencer took back any potential friendship he'd been thinking up, this ghost was going down!
"Oh! That's it you stupid specter! I warned you!" He looked angrily around the room, maybe for something to throw at it? The ghost just tossed his stuff around harder. As Spencer watched the ghost throw his stuff around, he noticed it never seemed to knock any of the older decorations and items not belonging to him over. 'That's it!' He thought, a smile began to work its way across his face as the gears started to turn. "I'm giving you one last chance ghost!" He called out, edging towards one of the walls with the trophies on it. The ghost just started swinging the bag around wildly, letting the rest of the contents spill out as it did. 'What're you gonna do?' it seemed to tease.
"Fine!" He yelled, snatching one of Billy's trophies from a shelf and holding it above his head threateningly. "If you don't knock it off right now, I'm smashing it!" He promised, somehow managing to look right at the ghost. Spencer couldn't believe it, He was actually threatening a real life ghost! It paused it's trashing of his bag, seeming to weigh the pros and cons of letting the him smash the trophy. Spencer couldn't help but wonder, was it his trophy? Could this be Billy's ghost, or was it just some random spirit? It would kind of make sense for it to be Billy's ghost, but if it was, why would Billy want to get rid of him? He'd written that he'd wanted the Wright family to live here, so wouldn't he be a nicer ghost or something? Tying his shoelaces together and trashing his stuff wasn't very welcoming.
"I won't stop either!" Spencer continued, tightening his grip on the trophy. "If you keep going, so will I. This trophy will only be the first thing of yours I break…" He wasn't taking his eyes off where maybe-Billy probably was, and for some reason he was pretty sure the ghost was looking at him too. He'd always thought meeting a real life paranormal entity would be awesome, but this ghost was somehow managing to make it suck! Maybe it was because ghost was vengeful or something. It probably wasn't Billy, Billy Joe Cobra's whole character didn't really scream 'vengeful spirit'.
Suddenly, the ghost was throwing the bag roughly down on the ground in front of Spencer. Spencer wanted to call it out for technically messing with his stuff again, but decided to let it go in favor of surviving the whole encounter unscathed. The fact that he'd gotten away with the whole trophy hostage situation was by pure luck and almost nothing else. The fact that it had had such a small chance of actually working was hitting Spencer pretty hard right now, leaving him breathless, and a little shaken.
He continued to stand there for what felt like an hour before he fell flat on his butt, then fell to his back and sighed. He hadn't let go of the trophy, and hopefully the ghost wasn't going to risk trying to get it back, if it still didn't want the thing to be broken. "Of all the things that could have gone wrong...I'd have never guessed...A ghost? Really?!" He wondered aloud, staring at the ceiling with a thoughtfully, before sitting up. He started to head towards the bed for a much needed nap, but the ghost put a stop to that, using an invisible hand to push Spencer back roughly. "Really?! You're dead, you don't need to sleep!" He complained, glaring in what he hoped was the ghosts general direction, before huffing and turning around. He started to stiffly pick up all the stuff it had carelessly decided to fling in every possible direction, annoying Spencer to no end.
'If I wasn't so scared of you, I'd throw this dumb trophy out the window, you stupid ghost.' Spencer though, expecting no answer, and honestly unable to bring himself to carry out the act. As he collected the rest of his clothes and shoved them back into his bag, he came across his blanket hanging from a lamp and tugged it off. He was really tired, and having no bed was going to be a problem. He was pretty sure by the unnatural quiet of the mansion, that the rest of his family had gone to sleep in their respective rooms, leaving Spencer the only one still trying to work out his living situation. He'd try sleeping in another room, but he was afraid his mom would find him, and be disappointed with him, especially after his promise to her. If he couldn't handle wrangling a cruddy ghost, he'd be no match for whatever the rest of Beverly Heights had in store for him.
"Baby steps Spencer, baby steps…" he thought, setting up a makeshift bed out of his clothing bag and his zombie blanket. For now, this would have to do. He laid in silence for a few moments when, to his surprise, the ghost started to play some sort of tune on a guitar Spencer had seen on the other side of the room. Not that he cared enough to do anything about it or anything. He pondered threatening the ghost to stop with the trophy, but with how stubborn it had acted earlier, the big jerk wouldn't give an inch without putting up a fight, and Spencer was really tired.
Spencer listened as the tune on the guitar went from upbeat to solemn to angry to sad, as if the ghost couldn't make up it's mind on what it wanted to play. It was nice, but a bit distracting, making it hard to really relax and sleep. He shifted a bit as the tune changed again, and was just about to brave telling the ghost to make up its mind already, when the tune suddenly settled into something calming, a little sad, but very relaxing.
He let himself enjoy the music as he finally relaxed, pulling the blanket closer around himself as he fell asleep to the tune of some nameless song, played by the hands of some nameless guitarist, in the room of the most well known star in the world. 'I could almost get used to this.' He thought, to himself as he fell into dreams about fabulous mansions, angry shadows, and vengeful, but comforting spirits.
Spencer's got a friend.
The BJC Mansion is a super cool place to hang, if you like seeing Billy's face around every corner and plastered to every wall! I noticed when studying the mansion, that Billy had a kitchen, and I was pretty sure he probably never used it. At least that leaves the Wright family with a junk load of brand new appliances! Spencer likes to think of himself as a supernatural/horror expert, but the real deal can be a real handful! Stand your ground Spencer! Don't let this invisible fiend push you around!