Can I Keep You?
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, or the format to this story, so yes, ahead of time: this is based on "Casper"! I
do own, however, my own Stretch, Fatso, and Stinky. I also own Faye and Dibs.
Prologue
The two figures crept up to the wrought iron fence, scraping off the ivy covering it, and slid underneath.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Duo?" the first asked the second.
"Sure…unless you're chickening out, Hilde," Duo replied to his friend, grinning as he held up the
flashlight to his partner's face.
"Of course not!" Hilde replied hotly. "It's just that…well…" she dropped her voice to a whisper, "that
some say the Yuy estate is haunted."
"Mimblewimble," Duo muttered. "Are you going to believe that? We need to take the photo to show
everyone at school we're not scared of some silly wives' tale, Hilde!"
She sighed and followed Duo up the pathway. An owl hooted in the distance, and a sudden wind chilled
the night air. A cloud drifted over the full moon, darken the Earth even more.
Hilde shuddered and pressed herself up against Duo's back, looking this way and that, expecting a ghoul
to pop out at anytime.
"Okay, so," Duo said as they reached the front door to the house. He pushed open the door, swinging it
open.
//Creeeeeeeeaaaaaaakkkkk//
Hilde shuddered again but stared up in awe. The ceiling was vaulted extremely high, the floor a green
and red swirl on the circled floor.
"Do we have to do this?" Hilde whimpered.
"Do you want everyone at school to think we're chicken, Hilde?" Duo replied, raising a brow.
"I can live with it," Hilde answered him. "Now, take my picture so we can get it over with."
Hilde ran a few feet ahead of him, and posed dynamically for the picture. Duo held it up when something
struck him.
"Hey, wait a sec, Hilde!" Duo cried out suddenly. "I need to be in it too, or else they'll think I wasn't
here." He walked up to Hilde, and shoved the camera into her hands.
"No, you take it!"
"No, you!"
"YOU!"
"YOU!"
"Hey, can you keep it down there? I'm trying to read. But if it'll shut you up, I'll take the damn photo," a
voice called out of the darkness.
Both Hilde and Duo stopped and turned to the voice. The camera was pulled out of Hilde's hands by
nothing, and floated a few feet above and away.
"Duo…" Hilde began, and the voice continued, "say Yuy!"
Both turned to the voice, raised their flashlights, and screamed.
The flashlights dropped, and so did the camera and the photo. While it came to, wispy smoke flew over it,
increasing its developing feed.
The picture revealed two very frightened people, holding their flashlights, screaming.
Something picked up the photo and muttered, "now to add this to my collection."
{PART ONE}
At the end of a long table sat a dull Lady Une, speaking in a monotonous voice.
"…and to the 'Save the Ferrets Foundation' ten thousand dollars…"
"Cut the crap, Une, and tell me if the faggot left me anything," a lady sitting at the other end of the table
snapped, taking a long drag on her cigarette. She was dressed all in black: a black dress, black wide-brim
hat, and sunglasses.
Lady Une rose an eyebrow, stopping, and the man next to the lady began, "uh…I think what Faye is
talking about is that after the untimely death of her father, she would like to uh…know what…assets he
left her in his will."
Lady Une nodded, and scanned the will. "Daughter, Faye Cardigan…um, Yuy Estate in Maine."
"WHAT??" Faye choked, "I held the guy's clammy hand for two fuckin' days and all I get is a piece of
lousy property?"
Lady Une looked up, and slid the folder to the man. "It was lousy fifty years ago. Now, it's condemned."
"Is that all?" Faye snapped, slamming her hands down on the table.
"Yes, and I'm late for lunch, excuse me," Lady Une answered crisply and walked out of the room.
"Faye," the man tried testily.
"What, Dibs?" Faye sighed, grasping the folder.
"It may be lousy, but it's waterfront property!" He piped up.
"Whatever," Faye rubbed her temples with one hand, "I don't need this." She flung the folder into the
fireplace, and watched it burn.
Dibs jumped up, "Faye, the deed is in there!" He ran over to the fireplace as Faye took out another
cigarette. Frowning, he read off the paper, " 'Buccaneers and buried gold, Yuy Estate doth a treasure
hold'..."
"Gold? Where?" Faye asked, squatting next to him. "Dibs, get it out!"
He reached in and drew out the remains of the fire. Blowing on it, Faye sighed as it crumpled into a piece
of ash.
"Well, we're going to Maine, I guess," she stated simply.
"Faye, my hand…" Dibs whimpered, "I think I need a doctor." His hand was all black, a faint trace of
smoke coming from the tips of his fingers.
"There's plenty of doctors in Maine," Faye said, not glancing back, and grasped that hand, pulling him
out the door.
* * * * *
It was raining by the time they got there, pouring down hard onto the metal of the sleek, black BMW.
Dibs rubbed his hand on the windshield, drawing in a breath.
Turning to Faye to see if she shared his excitement, his grin disappeared once he saw the evil smirk on
her face. "What do you think?"
"I think you're going to get wet." She answered. He climbed out and opened the gates, waiting for her to
drive in and stop. When she didn't, he ran after the car, slipping in the mud and calling, "FAYE! WAIT
UP!"
* * * * *
They walked into the magnificent building, looking around for anyone in particular that could show them
around.
"Now what?" A voice called out, making them both jump. Faye hid behind Dibs in a long trench coat,
wrapping that around herself as a cover.
"Ask who's there?" she whispered to Dibs.
"Who's there?" he called loudly.
"I'm afraid I can't answer your question," the cool, heartless voice continued. Dibs shuddered, but
glanced back at Faye.
"Ask him if he's a caretaker," she instructed.
"Are you a caretaker?" He called.
"No."
Frowning, Dibs called out again, "Are you a transitive?"
"Sort of," the voice answered after a pause.
"Are you a burglar? I must warn you, I'm armed," Dibs called, drawing a cell phone from his inside
pocket. It rang as he pulled it out. "Hello?"
"Hey, cut the crap man, and get out before I call the cops and tell them someone is trespassing on my
property!" Faye snapped in her rough voice. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Fine, sheesh, I'll come out on more promise," the voice answered her coolly, in the same tone.
"Oh? And what's that?" Faye asked, flicking out her lighter. She handed it to Dibs, who brought his
bandaged hand over to shield the flame from the icy house. His thumb caught on fire, but he didn't notice.
"That you don't scream. It hurts my ears," the voice snapped back at her.
She looked over at Dibs, and saw his hand, glancing at it, he yelped, and cried out, "ah! Ahh! Ahh!" And
stomped on his own hand.
"Okay, deal!" Faye shouted, her voice cracking from its rashness.
"Okay, here I come," the voice said, and they spotted a shadow come out of one of the side-rooms. Steps
echoed along the floor as it came closer, staying in the shadows. Finally a few feet away, it emerged.
Wide-eyed, Dibs and Faye stared at the figure. Their mouths hung open in a gape, not moving.
"What?" the figure snapped. It was a young teen with messy hair and shocking Prussian eyes. He wore an
old suit, a dress shirt and pants, but what was shocking, was…well…he, was transparent.
Faye started making sounds first, then Dibs, and finally, they both screamed together.
"AHHHHHHH!" they screamed. "A GHOST!"
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, or the format to this story, so yes, ahead of time: this is based on "Casper"! I
do own, however, my own Stretch, Fatso, and Stinky. I also own Faye and Dibs.
Prologue
The two figures crept up to the wrought iron fence, scraping off the ivy covering it, and slid underneath.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Duo?" the first asked the second.
"Sure…unless you're chickening out, Hilde," Duo replied to his friend, grinning as he held up the
flashlight to his partner's face.
"Of course not!" Hilde replied hotly. "It's just that…well…" she dropped her voice to a whisper, "that
some say the Yuy estate is haunted."
"Mimblewimble," Duo muttered. "Are you going to believe that? We need to take the photo to show
everyone at school we're not scared of some silly wives' tale, Hilde!"
She sighed and followed Duo up the pathway. An owl hooted in the distance, and a sudden wind chilled
the night air. A cloud drifted over the full moon, darken the Earth even more.
Hilde shuddered and pressed herself up against Duo's back, looking this way and that, expecting a ghoul
to pop out at anytime.
"Okay, so," Duo said as they reached the front door to the house. He pushed open the door, swinging it
open.
//Creeeeeeeeaaaaaaakkkkk//
Hilde shuddered again but stared up in awe. The ceiling was vaulted extremely high, the floor a green
and red swirl on the circled floor.
"Do we have to do this?" Hilde whimpered.
"Do you want everyone at school to think we're chicken, Hilde?" Duo replied, raising a brow.
"I can live with it," Hilde answered him. "Now, take my picture so we can get it over with."
Hilde ran a few feet ahead of him, and posed dynamically for the picture. Duo held it up when something
struck him.
"Hey, wait a sec, Hilde!" Duo cried out suddenly. "I need to be in it too, or else they'll think I wasn't
here." He walked up to Hilde, and shoved the camera into her hands.
"No, you take it!"
"No, you!"
"YOU!"
"YOU!"
"Hey, can you keep it down there? I'm trying to read. But if it'll shut you up, I'll take the damn photo," a
voice called out of the darkness.
Both Hilde and Duo stopped and turned to the voice. The camera was pulled out of Hilde's hands by
nothing, and floated a few feet above and away.
"Duo…" Hilde began, and the voice continued, "say Yuy!"
Both turned to the voice, raised their flashlights, and screamed.
The flashlights dropped, and so did the camera and the photo. While it came to, wispy smoke flew over it,
increasing its developing feed.
The picture revealed two very frightened people, holding their flashlights, screaming.
Something picked up the photo and muttered, "now to add this to my collection."
{PART ONE}
At the end of a long table sat a dull Lady Une, speaking in a monotonous voice.
"…and to the 'Save the Ferrets Foundation' ten thousand dollars…"
"Cut the crap, Une, and tell me if the faggot left me anything," a lady sitting at the other end of the table
snapped, taking a long drag on her cigarette. She was dressed all in black: a black dress, black wide-brim
hat, and sunglasses.
Lady Une rose an eyebrow, stopping, and the man next to the lady began, "uh…I think what Faye is
talking about is that after the untimely death of her father, she would like to uh…know what…assets he
left her in his will."
Lady Une nodded, and scanned the will. "Daughter, Faye Cardigan…um, Yuy Estate in Maine."
"WHAT??" Faye choked, "I held the guy's clammy hand for two fuckin' days and all I get is a piece of
lousy property?"
Lady Une looked up, and slid the folder to the man. "It was lousy fifty years ago. Now, it's condemned."
"Is that all?" Faye snapped, slamming her hands down on the table.
"Yes, and I'm late for lunch, excuse me," Lady Une answered crisply and walked out of the room.
"Faye," the man tried testily.
"What, Dibs?" Faye sighed, grasping the folder.
"It may be lousy, but it's waterfront property!" He piped up.
"Whatever," Faye rubbed her temples with one hand, "I don't need this." She flung the folder into the
fireplace, and watched it burn.
Dibs jumped up, "Faye, the deed is in there!" He ran over to the fireplace as Faye took out another
cigarette. Frowning, he read off the paper, " 'Buccaneers and buried gold, Yuy Estate doth a treasure
hold'..."
"Gold? Where?" Faye asked, squatting next to him. "Dibs, get it out!"
He reached in and drew out the remains of the fire. Blowing on it, Faye sighed as it crumpled into a piece
of ash.
"Well, we're going to Maine, I guess," she stated simply.
"Faye, my hand…" Dibs whimpered, "I think I need a doctor." His hand was all black, a faint trace of
smoke coming from the tips of his fingers.
"There's plenty of doctors in Maine," Faye said, not glancing back, and grasped that hand, pulling him
out the door.
* * * * *
It was raining by the time they got there, pouring down hard onto the metal of the sleek, black BMW.
Dibs rubbed his hand on the windshield, drawing in a breath.
Turning to Faye to see if she shared his excitement, his grin disappeared once he saw the evil smirk on
her face. "What do you think?"
"I think you're going to get wet." She answered. He climbed out and opened the gates, waiting for her to
drive in and stop. When she didn't, he ran after the car, slipping in the mud and calling, "FAYE! WAIT
UP!"
* * * * *
They walked into the magnificent building, looking around for anyone in particular that could show them
around.
"Now what?" A voice called out, making them both jump. Faye hid behind Dibs in a long trench coat,
wrapping that around herself as a cover.
"Ask who's there?" she whispered to Dibs.
"Who's there?" he called loudly.
"I'm afraid I can't answer your question," the cool, heartless voice continued. Dibs shuddered, but
glanced back at Faye.
"Ask him if he's a caretaker," she instructed.
"Are you a caretaker?" He called.
"No."
Frowning, Dibs called out again, "Are you a transitive?"
"Sort of," the voice answered after a pause.
"Are you a burglar? I must warn you, I'm armed," Dibs called, drawing a cell phone from his inside
pocket. It rang as he pulled it out. "Hello?"
"Hey, cut the crap man, and get out before I call the cops and tell them someone is trespassing on my
property!" Faye snapped in her rough voice. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Fine, sheesh, I'll come out on more promise," the voice answered her coolly, in the same tone.
"Oh? And what's that?" Faye asked, flicking out her lighter. She handed it to Dibs, who brought his
bandaged hand over to shield the flame from the icy house. His thumb caught on fire, but he didn't notice.
"That you don't scream. It hurts my ears," the voice snapped back at her.
She looked over at Dibs, and saw his hand, glancing at it, he yelped, and cried out, "ah! Ahh! Ahh!" And
stomped on his own hand.
"Okay, deal!" Faye shouted, her voice cracking from its rashness.
"Okay, here I come," the voice said, and they spotted a shadow come out of one of the side-rooms. Steps
echoed along the floor as it came closer, staying in the shadows. Finally a few feet away, it emerged.
Wide-eyed, Dibs and Faye stared at the figure. Their mouths hung open in a gape, not moving.
"What?" the figure snapped. It was a young teen with messy hair and shocking Prussian eyes. He wore an
old suit, a dress shirt and pants, but what was shocking, was…well…he, was transparent.
Faye started making sounds first, then Dibs, and finally, they both screamed together.
"AHHHHHHH!" they screamed. "A GHOST!"