After I sunk almost $5 worth of quarters in the machine I won! Mater was mine! I smiled triumphantly, turning to where Bucky was to see he was now gone. I looked around the claw machines, still no Bucky, frowning I pulled out my phone.

Me: Where'd you go?

No response, I started walking through the arcade, maybe he'd gotten sick of the claw machines and went to play another game. Nope, no sign of him.

Me: Did you leave?

I sighed, -maybe he did just leave-

Bucky: Come to the entrance

As I read the text, I walked a little quicker to get there, stood just outside the door was Bucky, cuddly sloth in his left hand, a bunch of flowers in his right.

"Sorry, I thought I'd be back in time, I was hoping you'd might have taken longer to win," He smirked,

"I- You left me?"

"Yeah, to prepare for our second event of the night," He held out the sloth and flowers, "For you…"

I smirked, "You're such a dork… But I won you something too," I held out the toy,

"I love this movie," He smiled holding up Mater. "Come on," He held out his hand, I grabbed it; holding the sloth and flowers in my other hand.

"Where to now?"

"You should have guessed by now; I'm not telling you."

I rolled my eyes, "All these secrets…"

Pulling me along, we walked a few blocks before turning the corner to an old building where a man dressed in a tailcoat and top hat stood outside.

"HERE YE, HERE YE, GHOULS, GHOSTS AND GRIM PEOPLE ALIKE, THE STERLING GHOST TOUR STARTS IN FIVE MINUTES,"

"No way," I looked up at Bucky, "Really?"

"Damn right," He laughed at my twisted facial expression, "Best ghost tour in town… only ghost tour in town, actually."

"I'm gonna have to hold your hand the whole time you know that? I'm a real scaredy-cat,"

"Yeah, I know," He squeezed my hand "Why do you think I chose this,"

"Smooth," I laughed as we walked up to the top hat wearing man. Bucky pulled out two tickets from his pocket handing them over to the strange looking fellow, with a contorted grin he took out his punch and marked our tickets.

"WELCOME! I will be your guide LORD Edward Huntington! Please stand over here whilst we wait for the last of the damned souls."

"Lord…" Bucky whispered to me, sarcastically, "If he's a Lord, I'm a-"

"Shhhh," I stopped him "He'll hear you," I whispered,

A few more people joined the group, about 8 in total before we started the tour. -Really regretting these shoes-

Lord Huntington led us into the old building, spinning a tale of its history, owners and the murders which apparently occurred here. I have to admit it was super spooky here. It was all dim and candle lit.

"Built in the mid-1920's the house was first owned by a Mrs. Ida Balding, a widow from Louisiana, she lived alone in this house until her unfortunate demise in April 1947, the obituary stating she had died at home of an unknown illness. The house was left to a relative, nephew I believe, Mr. Samuel B. Amble, he lived a happy life with his wife and two children, until he returned one day to find his two children and wife murdered, children drowned in the bath, the wife had her throat slashed. Samuel Ambled hung himself a week later using that…" He pointed above the group. "...very sturdy beam," the beam sat between the kitchen and the dining room, "The house was due to be bulldozed after being left unsold for years, but then a young Doctor, Dr. Henry Kendle bought it in June 1969…"

I squeezed Bucky's hand as Edward led us to a door; pushing it open. The door led down to a basement, he ushered us through the doorway, down the stairs.

"...Dr. Henry Kendle had a secret, one that could put Jeffrey Dahmer to shame, he had great taste for the most heinous of crimes: rape, murder and dismemberment. His murder count was in the high 40's and spanned across 30 years. The victims… all young women; 5 of which he'd had a particular taste for, if you know what I mean." He smirked, chomping his teeth together with an audible click. Suddenly above us it sounded like a chair was being dragged across the floor, "And this basement is where he brought those poor unfortunate souls,"

"This is getting a bit intense, right?" I whispered to Bucky,

"You okay?" He looked down concerned, I squeezed his hand,

"Yeah, I'm good with you here," a bang echoed from upstairs, gasping I clung tighter,

"The good Dr. Kendle was never convicted or imprisoned, tragedy struck him. His neighbours didn't suspect any of his wrong doings, when asked about the women he'd been seen with his sweet little neighbour, 78-year-old Mrs. Fischer was quoted saying 'Oh well he was quite the lady's man!' In November 1998 Mrs. Fischer reported an odd smell coming from the good doctors' home. Police broke down the door, and a trail of blood led them to the basement, cautiously they made their way down the stairs, guns poised at the ready, 'Dr. Kendle?' They yelled, but to no response,"

I jumped slightly as the staircase creaked behind us.

"What they discovered in this very room is enough to turn the hardiest of men's stomachs. Dr. Kendle was laying at the bottom of the stairs, impaled on one of his favourite torture weapons, a pair of gardening shears. A half-eaten woman was found slumped in the corner just - over - there." Practically dancing, the tour guide leapt across the room; hands waving toward the cold concrete walls. "Here! Barely alive she was! Bound at the wrists, cut to ribbons, still holding on for her dear life." He stood up straight and corrected his tail coat. "Alas, the investigation into Dr. Kendle didn't last, the good doctor kept journals of every victim and every act he performed on them. And maybe most strangely they found a diary, a diary in which he'd describe the unusual goings on in this very house. Slamming of doors when he was home alone, chairs being moved, kitchen cabinets doors suddenly opening."

One the drawers flew open on the dresser beside one of the other men on the tour, I jumped and gasped, -Oh crap, I'm not good with jump scares-

"When he sat upstairs at his dining table, the beam above his head creaked." He pulled a diary out of his coat, "And one night as he was finishing up with his most prized victim, a Miss Ida Lupel, a glass shattering-"

A scream came from behind us, I spun to a woman with an ashen face and white/grey hair screaming, I screamed back, jumping backwards and tripping over myself, Bucky caught me.

"Ah, Miss Lupel, nice to have you back," I looked back up to her to see her slowly walk to her place in the corner and Mr. Top hat, chained her hands to the piping, "She always finds herself coming back to her final resting place."

I was shaking, -worst date night ever- Bucky squeezed my hand.

"Ladies and germs, how about we leave Miss Lupel to rest, she doesn't like her space invaded, let me tell you about the bedrooms, and the ghosts which haunt them,"

As we passed the front door, I held Bucky's hand pulling him back, "Hey, I don't think I can do the rest of this, I'll pay you back it's just… it's all a little too graphic for me, I can wait outside for-"

"Let's go," He pulled me outside, "Look, I'm really sorry, I did not expect that, I thought it'd be funny, light, I-"

"I feel sick," I grimaced, "That was-"

"Not real, surely, I've never heard of the guy," Bucky led us away, "So, let me make up for that, please, seriously that was not the funny and cute spot I had planned,"

I laughed, "I need some seriously light-heartedness now,"

"Ok, let's go," another block or so over and we stopped in front of a bar, "Just a stop off, couple of drinks, good music, and a break from those heels, and then my last surprise,"

"Sounds good," I smiled.

We spent a couple of hours in the bar, drinking, singing along to the jukebox and proving the Dr. Kendle tophat man story to be a fake, which helped. We both were a little buzzed and Bucky pulled me up,

"Come on, my last surprise will close soon, we've got to go," He smirked, I laugh grabbing the flowers and toys,

We half ran across the street and headed in the direction of campus, Bucky suddenly turned down a street, and another, and another, and then in all its glory was a Fast-Food Truck, a Pizza truck!

"Tah-Dah!" Bucky yelled,

"Shhhh… you're drunk"

"Nah, just excited, you love pizza, right?"

"I do, I really do, this is awesome,"

"Come on then,"

We walked up and order a big pepperoni pizza and a bottle of beer each, and sat down with it at one of the picnic tables that had been put up.

"Is this always here?" I asked,

"Nope, once every few months, it travels around, it's awesome, Steve's gonna kill me when he finds out I didn't tell him,"

"Oooh, you in trouble,"

"Eat your pizza and shut up," He laughed, pushing the pizza towards me, I took a big slice and bit into it,

"Oh my god," I sighed, "This is the best pizza I've ever had,"

"Woah, now that is a compliment"

I laughed, finishing my pizza, we took our time eating and chatting, it was around 1am when we called it a night, Bucky started to walk me home, I dug into my purse to find my key, it wasn't there.

"I think I've dropped my dorm key when we've been out," I face-palmed "Oh damn, what am I gonna do?"

"Really? Don't worry, you can stay at mine, I'll sleep on the sofa,"

"I couldn't ask yo-"

"You gonna sleep on the bench outside your dorm?"

"No, I guess-"

"C'mon," we turned around, "I remembered my keys," He held them up and shook them in his hands.