Heh, sorry for the wait. I'd like to thank Charred Spells and HerExtraLife for the topic of this story. I have more, so don't be too disappointed. It's just that I'm busy and typing gets tedious for me.

Garry: Excuses! You've ditched all your stories to watch anime!

Not true! Okay, maybe a little. But I am going to work hard to get these stories finished before the end of the month. I might have to save some for next year if they don't make it in time. But please don't forget to send your ideas, even if they aren't Halloween/Autumn related! Thank you guys so much for reading and reviewing!

As much as I wish to, I don't own Ib.

Guardian Angel: Haunted House

Mary and Ib stood outside what appeared to be a dark and spooky warehouse. A man in a cheesy vampire outfit was the only thing between them and the door, but he told them he would let them by soon. To Mary, they couldn't enter soon enough.

"We already paid, can't we go in?" Mary asked.

"No."

"Please?"

"Not yet."

"You aren't even that scary. I hope this haunted house isn't a cheap rip off."

The vampire gave Mary a cold glare as a small group of teens came running out the exit next to them. The teens were giggling nervously an panting.

Ib brought her attention to the vampire, who started speaking in a fake European accent. "Good evening, guests. Welcome to the Fabricated Gallery of Terror! You are all about to enter a world unlike our own. I only ask that you do not touch the monsters and they will now touch you. There are exits all over, but those are only for an emergency. It is not an emergency if you are scared."

Mary tsked as she and Ib passed the vampire into the warehouse. "How lame. The exit signs are going to ruin the experience."

Ib looked unconvinced. The warehouse hall was dark and narrow. The part they were in was filled with cold fog and cobweb frames. A shadow crept to them and screamed. Mary and Garry shrieked in surprise and grabbed Ib's arm. Ib stared at the shadow and asked the question that was making her uncomfortable, "What does fabricated mean?"

The shadow only hissed unintelligibly. At Mary's pulling, Ib moved on. "We have to keep going or the next batch will become inpatient. Fabricated just means made up."

Mary's grip on Ib's hand tightened when they entered a hall with paintings lined evenly. The paintings were of women with disfigured faces and glowing eyes. Sometimes they would jump at the framed widows with disfigured women pounding on the glass.

The next room was not quite as narrow, but a strobe light flashed in the girls' eyes making it difficult to see which way they were supposed to go. Ib could barely make out the shapes of headless people.

The headless monsters growled and screamed, making Mary quiver and yell. Ib bumped into one of the people. "Sorry," she said, quickly remembering what the vampire said. The headless statue hissed and slunk back to the corner. After a while of blindly wandering in the room, a headless monster kindly pointed the direction for them so they can move on.

The girls continued down the halls filled with terrors that even made Ib's eyes widen in surprise. The guardian angel behind them shook like the autumn leaves outside as he followed them, but no matter how many times he would scream in fright he refused to leave Ib in that place.

The last room they entered was lined with shelves of disturbing blue dolls. They were motion activated so they giggled eerily when Ib and Mary passed by.

"This takes me back. Remember Red Eyes?" Mary asked.

Ib nodded, but Garry groaned. "I'd rather not have any reminders of that hideous thing."

They exited the warehouse, feeling the reality outside ebb the fear away. "That was so worth it." Mary said. Ib simply smiled after prying her friend's hand off her own.