Hey, Hey everyone! I'm updating fast again, yay! So, hopefully this story should end soon... probably another few chapters. Probably to 15 or 16. Anway, thanks a bunch for reviewing my stories and being so patient for me to update! I promise that I will update more, I promise! Enjoy!

It's been a week since Bart was sent to the hospital.

Marge came in Lisa's room, talking on the phone. She sat on the bed and sighed. "Yes, it's okay. We understand." And she hung up.

"Who was that?" Lisa asked. She sat next to her mom.

"Taps, or whatever. They say they aren't coming." Marge sighed again and fell back on the bed.

"What, why!?" Lisa jumped of the bed. "When we need them the most, they just turn their backs on us!"

"They said that some other person needed them more."

"What! Bart is in the hospital!" Lisa grunted in frustration and stomped out the door. She leaned against the wall and slid down. Tears rolled down her eyes.

Marge came out holding the phone tightly against her chest. "I just got off the phone with the doctor. Bart's ready to come home." Marge smiled slightly and helped Lisa up.

Lisa wiped a tear from her eye. "Really? That's great! When do we need to get him?" She ran downstairs, ready to go, not waiting for Marge's answer.

Marge slowly walked down the stairs. "Now, would be okay." The phone was still clenched in her hands when she put on her coat.

"Mom, are you okay? You seem... worried." Lisa put her arm around her shoulder.

"I'm just worried Bart will get hurt again."

"Mom, it's okay. He won't, I promise." Lisa smiled sweetly, but crossed her fingers behind her breath. She knew she couldn't promise. Anything could happen.

The two girls walked out to the bus stop. (The car was still broken). They waited and waited, when the ghostly bus arrived in front of them. No one was on, and the bus driver was a crippled old man. His features were expressionless, like he was dead.

They took their seats at the back of the bus, trying to stay clear of the man. Lisa glanced behind her and saw another bus. A more lively bus. Her eyes opened wide and she turned around. Fear suddenly overcame her.

Lisa moved her hand towards Marge's shoulder and she tapped it. "Mom." She stuttered, nervously. "I think we're on the wrong bus."

Marge quickly looked behind her and saw the bus too. She got up, but Lisa grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing!?" Lisa screeched. She didn't let go, not for a second.

"I want to tell the bus driver." Marge escaped her grip and slowly made her way to the front.

Lisa sat back and put her head in her hands. "Mom, no." She muttered.

Before Marge made it to the front, the bus driver swiftly turned his head around, without moving his body. He growled, and Marge fell to the ground. She scooted herself to the back.

"I don't think we're going to be getting off anytime soon." Marge grabbed Lisa's hand and held it tightly. Lisa's head fell against her shoulder.

There was silence for about ten minutes, while the two stared at the driver. Finally, Marge decided to speak.

"I'm going to say something to the driver." Marge explained.

"Mom, no. It's not worth it. Let's just sit and wait for our deaths." Lisa nuzzeled her head into Marge's shoulder more.

Marge grimaced at Lisa's remark. Then, she turned towards the front. "Sir!" She yelled. "We really need to get to the hospital!" They watched the driver as he turned his head towards them.

"Why? So, you can see your precious Bart?" He snickered. "Well, you can just forget him." He laughed maniacally.

Marge and Lisa sat back more, frightened.

The driver sharply turned the wheel to the right. The bus went flying.

"AHH!" Marge and Lisa screamed. They held on for dear life.

Then, the driver turned the wheel to the left. The bus went flying into a ditch.

Not going to take this anymore, Marge got up and unhooked the emergency exit. Lisa sat there, still scared. Marge kicked open the door and grabbed Lisa. They noticed that the driver had gotten up. He was charging at them with... a knife!

The two of the screamed again and Marge jumped, nearly missing the strike. They landed on the grass, safe and sound. Maybe just a few cuts and bruises.

Lisa and Marge ran and ran. They didn't stop running for anything. Nothing and no one was following them, so everything was okay. But, they didn't stop running.

The little town appeared in the distance showing the big hospital.

"Okay, Lisa, only a few more steps." Marge encouraged.

Lisa started to limp. "I. Can't." She turned around and saw the ghostly bus charging toward them. "On second thought, I can go a few more steps."

They started running faster again. The bus was gaining, but they were closer to the hospital. The sidewalk appeared out of no where and Lisa tripped over it. The bus swooped right by her, but Marge picked her up and ran inside. They were safe... for now.

The two ran past the receptionist. When they came to a dead end, Marge ran left and Lisa ran right. Lisa ran until she found 613.

"Bart! Bart!" She cried. Lisa ran and gave him a hug.

Bart hugged back and sighed. "Hey Lis. I'm back."

Lisa held on to him. Her frightened mind just wasn't ready to give up yet. "We've got to get out of here." She muttered. "We have to convince dad that this town is haunted."

"How?" Bart smirked. "He's Homer. Homer is just Homer." Bart rested back on the pillow. "Where's mom?"

Lisa looked back, sharply. Where was Marge? "Oh, my god, Mom!" She ran out of the room and suddenly bumped into her. "Mom!"

"Lisa!" Marge and Lisa stepped into the room. "Bart!" She ran and hugged him too. "How are you feeling?"

"Stupid." Bart chuckled.

"Ah, Bart. Are you ready to go home?" Marge smiled.

Bart looked at Lisa. Lisa shrugged. "Er, um, I guess." He smiled slightly, but you could tell he was terrified of going back.

They got Bart out of the hospital, but he still had to take medication. They called Homer to pick them up, not even going to the bus stop.

Once Homer arrived they got in.

"Dad." Bart began.

"We think, we meaning mom, me and Bart, think that we should move back to Springfield." Lisa finished.

Homer sighed and rolled his eyes. He glanced at Marge. Her head was down.

"It's true Homer. We need to leave." Marge sighed and looked out the window.

"Kids, Marge. We don't need to leave. This is a great city!"

"Dad, no it's not!" Lisa yelled.

"Yeah, Homer! I almost died!" Bart screamed.

"And so did we!" Marge blurted out. Bart and Homer looked at her, their eyes creased. "Lisa and I were attacked by a bus on the way here."

"A bus?" Homer asked, almost laughing.

Marge punched his arm. "Yes. A bus. End of conversation."

The way home was quiet. No one had a word a say and no one needed to say a word.

When they got home, Lisa and Bart stuck to each other like glue.

No one talked the rest of the night. No one wanted to talk.

And, then there was the night...

Lisa and Bart stayed with each other in Lisa's room. They didn't sleep a wink, and finally Bart said,

"Lisa, we have to find what's going on here." Bart said with some courage in his voice.

Lisa looked at him in the dark. She opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it. "Bart. No. I just want to leave, not fight. I don't fight."

"Well, I do. And, I'm going to." Bart jumped off the bed and went into his room. He gathered some supplies such as a flashlight, a compus, numchucks, and a back pack.

He gathered everything and put it in his back pack. Then, he walked out towards the whole in the stairs.

Lisa saw him and rolled her eyes. She decided to go. "Hey Bart wait up!"

They jumped down the whole. Everything was dark. Bart turned on the flashlight and looked around. Suddenly, the light went out and the flashlight was hit out of his hands. "Hey!"

"It wasn't me." Lisa shrugged. "Do you see that?" She pointed to something dark, even if no one could see her."No, why." Bart asked.

"Well, because it's right there." Lisa groaned

"Where's there?"

"Ugh, right there!" Lisa motioned her hands to it.

"I don't see it." Bart screamed.

Lisa smacked her head. "How do you not see it?"

"I'm sorry but I just don't!"

"It's right in front of your darn face!"

Bart felt around with his foot, until he felt something "Ow! I think I found it."

"Yeah, of course you did." Lisa sighed.

"Well, at least we found it." Bart said.

"Hey what's that?" Lisa asked, moving towards the figure.

"What? Is it over by the wall?"

"Yeah. Is that a shadow?"

"I don't know, let's go check it out." Bart moved closer to the figure.

"I don't know...it doesn't look to friendly." Lisa said, cautiously. She started backing away.

"What do you mean? Have some courage."

"I'm just saying that it's not right looking. Nothing would obviously be a black mass if it was normal." Lisa explained.

"So, that isn't normal?" Bart asked.

"Right."

"So... you wanna check it out?"

"What did I just say?" Lisa screeched.

Bart looked around, confused. "I don't know."

"Man, you are impossible!" Lisa yelled.

"Me? You're the one who is always the major person."

"What?"

"You know what I mean."

"No I don't."

"You're always the one who gets the attention. For once in my life I wish I could have as good as a life as you." Bart folded his arms around his chest.

"You think I have a good life? Well, think again. I'm not saying you have a better one, but why us? Why were we stuck with the weirdest family ever. I barely have a future because of the them." Lisa sighed and sat down.

"I know. If we had a better family, I bet I wouldn't be so bad." Bart smirked.

"Tell me about it." Lisa coughed.

"Yeah. Now this is really the most beautiful moment I have had with you." Bart smiled.

"Really? I wouldn't think so. Everything is dark, and we're trapped." She moved her hands around.

"Yes, but we've uncovered each others real feelings. I'm jealous of you. And you don't think you have a future in this family."

"Well, yeah. I probably have a future. And so do you."

"Thanks."

"What was that?" Lisa asked, focusing on something else.

"Oh my god, I saw it too."

"It went that way." Lisa pointed to the left.

"No, it went that way." Bart pointed to the right.

"Let's go and see."

"Fine."

"Is that it?"

"Wait! Not to close!" She held on to Bart's arm.

"Relax." Bart escaped her reach.

"Be careful."

"I'm fine. Hey what's this." Bart dived down to touch the figure.

"Uh... wait! Wait!" Lisa dived after him, but he was...

"AHHHHH!"

"Bart!" Lisa screamed.