Disclaimer:I only own the OCs in this story. I own Charity Burns. I don't own any WWE stars, or anything involved with that stuff. This is for my own sick amusement. :)

A/N: Cue the horror story music! MUAHAHA. I am having waaay too much fun with this story, THANK YOU for the reviews! :)


Charity Burns awoke at the sound of a heavy thud coming from downstairs. Seeing Shannon sleeping to her right, she got up and walked slowly toward the door of her room. Truthfully, ever since Punk told her Brian had been murdered she couldn't honestly sleep all too well.

She felt the bedroom, seeing no one around her. Slowly, she made her way to the stairs, seeing something huddled in a ball on the bottom. And before she could process anything any further, the girl screamed loudly seeing it move just in the slightest.

Seconds later, John Cena was by her side, followed by Matt – who had recognized her screams. "What is going on?" John Cena demanded, rubbing his blue eyes.

"There is something down there!" Charity wailed.

Matt and John exchanged a baffled look and turned the hallway light on, seconds later, their ears getting another well… earful of Charity's scream. "God, stop that!" John snapped, before seeing why she screamed.

Yet she was already down the steps by the time Matt and John realized who was huddled in a ball on the floor. Tears filled her eyes, seeing CM Punk looking like he nearly snapped in two. "Punk!" she cried loudly, shaking him just a little. "Punk!"

"Can you stop screaming like that?" he replied dryly, though anguish covered the humor in his voice thickly.

"Oh thank God," Charity gushed while Matt and John came up on her side.

"I can't move," Punk admitted, struggling to look the young girl in the eye. It was true – after his fall Punk couldn't move; it hurt too much. "I think I threw out my back or something."

"What happened?" John demanded.

"I went to go downstairs for a Pepsi and someone pushed me down a fuckin' flight of stairs."

"Who?"

"Do I look like I know who did it?" Punk snapped at John's question.

Matt knew something was going on though as he set eyes on Charity, the terror all over her face. "You know," he confirmed. Charity nodded. "Shit, John… if she knows… I mean, we can't keep lyin' like this. Whoever the fuck is doing this shit obviously isn't Punk – not that we thought it was you – and whoever it really is, is getting pissed apparently. Someone is a murderer."

"Obviously."

Punk sighed behind them. "Do you think one of you morons could move me to the couch and we could all discuss this? I'm surprised with her screams the entire house hasn't been woken up."

Charity pouted slightly, though she couldn't find anything inside of her for a joke. Someone killed Brian and obviously attempted to murder Punk… who knew what they planned to do next? She watched as John and Matt struggled to bring Punk over to the couch, whispering as they did so. No need to wake anyone else up.

"Charity," John said, looking at her. She felt her heart thump out of fear as he did this – there was just something about John that had always made her a little afraid. His size, maybe. "Go get your cell phone. We need to call Vince. Something isn't right here anymore. We need to cut this trip short."

Matt nodded for confirmation. "Whoever did this – whether it was a fan or superstar – is obviously not happy and I don't want anyone else hurt… or worse. We're getting out of here by daylight."

Charity nodded, walking slowly up the stairs, seeing many of the fans and superstars with their heads poking out of their doors. "What happened?" Shannon demanded, seeing Charity's tear-covered face. He took her into his arms and held her for a moment, looking in her eyes much like Matt had. "You know."

Seeing everyone around her looking at them as they spoke, she pulled them into their room. "We're leaving," she whispered. "Someone just tried to push Punk down the stairs. Matt doesn't think it's safe."

Before Shannon could reply, there was another scream coming from just north of their room. With alarmed eyes, they ran out of the room, seeing Melody Page standing in front of a room, her eyes filled with terror and fright. "He's dead!" she wailed, stomping her foot on the ground, before collapsing.

"Who?" Shannon demanded.

He didn't have to wait long for the answer, looking into the room, seeing Melody's brother a bloody mess. There was so much blood everywhere; Shannon couldn't even see where it started. Standing near the door, Adam Lamb stood his eyes wide as well. Blood covered his shirt as well, though he seemed fine.

"I tried waking him up when I heard the first scream," Adam reasoned quietly, "and I felt the blood. It was dark… so I couldn't see… I…" Adam couldn't continue, he ran from the room, into the bathroom, the sounds of retching filling the air.

Matt came up beside of the on-lookers (Melody and Shannon). "What the fuck!" he yelled, slamming his hand on the wall, shaking his head wildly. "This can't be fucking happening! Everyone up! I said everyone up! Be downstairs in the livingroom in five minutes. If you're not there… you're not going to be happy, okay? This is fucking ridiculous! HURRY UP!"

Everyone was terrified as Matt stomped down the stairs, curses stringing from every inch of his mouth. Abby came from her room, not looking in the room. Instead, she looked at Melody. "I'm sorry," she whispered quietly. "Your brother was nice."

Melody forced a smile, but didn't say anything. She only sighed, tears falling from her face as she walked past, leaving Abby to stare out into the darkness that hallway left. Then, she went back to her room, grabbed a sweatshirt and followed Ayla and the terrified Adam into the livingroom.

Downstairs, chaos insured. Everyone talked in busied voices, tears plentiful, especially by all the women. Even Ashley had nothing to say. Marnie and Adam (Copeland) seemed to be quiet comfortable holding each other, making a few think perhaps they had gotten a little fun in during the two hours everyone had been asleep.

Beside them, Ayla sat, her hands covering her face. She was whispering softly, making Matt Hardy think she was praying through her tears. Abby was farther away – the first time he'd seen her alone – crying softly in the corner, her red hair a tangled mess around her face. Near her, Adam Lamb was watching, looking like he wanted to go up to her. To his left, Mickie and Melina sobbed heavily, both shaking. John Cena and Rey Mysterio were trying to talk to them both, with no prevail. Ashley didn't even seem to care. She sat on the same couch as Melody and Paul Lévesque, though farthest away as possible. The rest were huddled closely together – Matt, Jeff, Shannon, and Charity – all looking alarmed. Punk was on the couch next to them, listening in.

"Listen up, everyone!" Matt called out finally, raising his hand in the air. "Listen!"

The little conversation that was happening stopped and blurry eyes stared back at Matt sadly.

"I'm not even going to lie anymore. Brian didn't commit suicide. Someone murdered him… and tried to murder CM Punk. This person obviously succeeded in killing one other person, Jayden… which is sickening. I don't know if there is some masked murderer walking around the woods, but something tells me that there isn't, that it is one of our one, one of the people sitting in this room right now. Take a look around everyone, someone in this room has killed two innocent people. All I'm saying is that until I can call Mr. McMahon tomorrow, no one leaves this room. I don't give a damn to why you must, no one is leaving. There is a bathroom just down the hall, you can use that. We go as a group to get something to eat. Until I can see the sun, no one leaves! Is this understood? I don't know if what I'm saying is crazy, but I'm not letting another life be gone."

Ashley raised her hand. "But the killer is right there!" she whined, pointing at CM Punk. "He killed Brian and he probably killed Jason too!"

"Jayden," Melody hissed.

"Whatever! He killed him! So why can't we go back to bed?!"

"Uh, do I look like I through myself down a flight of stairs to you?"

Ashley shrugged, running a hand through her hair. "Look, buddy, whatever you do for your sick amusement isn't any of my business."

Punk snickered. "I can't believe her! I didn't kill anyone. I went to get a soda. I'm a fuckin' insomniac! I don't sleep at night. Someone pushed me. I didn't do anything!"

"If you want to believe him," Ashley answered, again shrugging her shoulders.

This time, Matt stepped in. "Yeah, I do believe him, Ashley. I've known him for a few years now and I highly doubt he through himself down a flight of stairs or killed anyone. So shut your pretty little mouth before I stuff something in it!" he yelled.

She didn't say a word after, only looked out into the darkness.

"Anyway," Matt continued. "That's final. We don't move. Is that clear?"

No one dared to say no.


A/N: Punk lives! (Did you think I was seriously gonna kill off my third favorite that early? ;D) Jayden is gone. :( Well, he wasn't that big of a character, though... so... well... Ashley is still a... uh... bitch... so... Muahah! I'm evil... READ AND REVIEW, UPDATE I SHALL. ;)