"I know this house, it's really haunted."
Trish laughed, "What do you take me for? A fool?"
Lance put the tequila bottle down; "You'll be a dead fool if you don't listen to what I say. This house is haunted, I should know, because my father and grandfather built this building with their own bare hands."
"What's so haunted about that? Sure your relatives built it, but what makes it different from any other?" Matt asked intriguingly.
"Three people died while making this building, that was only the beginning. It didn't help much that people were burned to hot coals when the place went up in flames."
The group was listening to Lance that they didn't notice as William Regal slipped out of the room.
William Regal checked his surroundings to make sure no one saw him, as he punched in a secret number at the code scriber at the side of a lone door. The door slid open as he stepped inside.
"That was bloody brilliant Albert, the sliding shutting of all the exits, I never would have thought of it, great work. If you do more tricks like that, then you should be expecting a great bonus."
Albert stared at him, confusion clouding his face. "But boss…I didn't do that."
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Lance finished his story of the past of the buildings, from the beginning, and relatively to now.
"This is so stupid, I'm just going to get some sleep, and collect my million dollars." Trish said haughtily.
"Sleep might be a little too early for that," A voice from behind them said.
They turned to come to face with a stunning blonde-haired woman.
"Who are you?" Raven questioned, looking intently at the beautiful woman for a little too long.
Trish wrapped an arm around Raven, leaning down on her left foot so it stepped over Raven's foot, making him wince.
Molly bounded down the steps, once arriving at the bottom, saying to Trish, "You won't have to worry about me trying to get your man, I don't play games."
"Where are my guests?" Molly took a quick glance around the room but found no one she had written on the list was here.
"Uh…Mrs. Regal, these are the people on your list." Lance said meekly.
She appeared to be astonished; "I've never seen these people in my entire life."
"You're husband offered them each one million dollars to stay the night in this house." Lance informed her.
"He's at it again? I thought he learned his lesson last time when.." Molly saw the expressions on the others faces, quickly beaming, "Well we'll just forget about that, shall we?"
She picked up an empty tequila bottle. "It seems we're out of tequila, anyone care for more?"
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Torrie made her way down the confined stairway. She kept her video recorder turned on, after what she had heard from the man who had led them here, she wanted to make sure she caught all the action, if there was any.
She let out a small gasp, as the end of the stairway was a large room. There was something like an aquarium with glass, though it was much larger. Inside the aquarium, seemed to be yellowish-clear liquid, with human lungs and what seemed like, a human leg.
The liquid seemed to have preserved the human parts even after 40 years. She made sure to focus her recorder to the aquarium, her friends would freak when they saw the video.
She passed by several more glass jars, filled with different body parts, human and inhuman.
Torrie turned left, seeing as it led down to another long hallway. She took small steps, careful to keep her camera steady. She looked into each door she passed along the way, although she didn't find anything terribly interesting to catch on camera.
A chill went through her spine, goosebumps began appearing on her skin. She felt like someone was near her, it was funny, she could almost feel the breathing on her neck.
She felt herself being knocked aside, Torrie fell to the floor. "Oh no," She cried out, immediately checking to see if her recorder was fine. When she saw that it was, she brushed herself off, peering around to see who it was that pushed her.
"Okay guys, this isn't funny anymore. You've had your fun, now come out, you're starting to scare me," Torrie called out.
No one answered, only the small tapping of a leaking water pipe could be heard.
"Just because I don't know you doesn't mean that you can frighten me like this! I'm going to get my lawyer to talk to yours! – if you even have one!" Torrie yelled, more angry now than alarmed.
She saw a figure of a person going into the room, the last one in the hallway.
"I see you guys, now you can just all come out and I'll forget anything ever happened," Torrie advanced towards nearing the end of the hallway.
"HA!" She exclaimed, as she poked her head into the room.
The room was empty, confusing her even more. She thought she saw someone going into the room, no wait, she knew that someone went into the room. They must have been hiding.
She began to push aside the objects near her, trying every hiding place that she could think of, without avail.
"Okay, now I'm scared. I'll pay you guys, anything, just please come out of wherever you're hiding!"
Not a thing moved from inside the room.
Torrie pointed at nothing in particular shrieking, "You know what? Fuck this! Fuck you! I don't need any of you to survive the fucking night and collect my fucking money! I don't even NEED the money, I'm the president of Vogue god dammit!"
She dug into her small purse, searching for her cigarette pack that she had kept just in case the old cravings had come back. She had quit several years ago, though she always kept one cigarette for calming purposes.
She flicked her lighter, but it stayed unlit. She clicked the lighter again, with the same results.
Torrie cursed under her breath, she could feel the cigarette in her mouth, could remember the calming feel of what one cigarette did to her. Thinking wasn't enough for her though, she would have to get some kind of lighter, somewhere.
"Need this?"
She glanced behind her, only to the sound of an explosion.
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Everyone heard the loud explosion that shook the building slightly.
"What was that?" Matt jumped out of his seat.
Molly swirled her drink, watching the particles mix together. "Probably another one of my husband's lame attempts to try to scare you. Just ignore it and you'll be fine."
"That didn't sound like a joke, I think we should go down there and check," Lita pitched in.
Lance raised a finger, "Th-that's not a good idea. Downstairs, where the sound came from, is the worst part of the whole building, you probably won't come back if you go down there."
"For god's sake, there is no ghost haunting this house for the last fucking time, let's just go down there and get it over with, I'm bored." Trish rolled her eyes, already halfway down the stairs.
Matt glimpsed at Molly, then shrugged, following in Trish's footsteps. Lita chased after Matt.
Lance seemed indecisive, he wasn't sure if he should stay or go. When he realized that everyone except Molly was gone, he ran to catch up with them.
Molly didn't move from her place, she could already feel the effects of the alcohol kicking into gear, "Those idiots, wasting their time over nothing when they could be drinking some free tequila."
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Note: You probably noticed that if you saw the movie, that I'm changing this A LOT, well I changed it to make the story more interesting and since I thought the original version of the movie was confusing and at times, just plain boring, so to spice it up I added a few scenes and cut some scenes. Hope you enjoy it :)