Title: House on Haunted Hill
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Trish did a double take as she saw the aquarium of human body parts.
Lance fell into step beside her, "Uh, the surgeon that worked here when this place was still an institution was messed up, really messed up. He sometimes killed people by uh…cutting their hearts out while the victims were watching, no anesthetic or anything."
"No wonder they call this place haunted," Lita shivered.
"Places can't be haunted, we'll be fine." Matt put a light reassuring arm over Lita's shoulder.
Lita looked up at Matt and smiled.
"Can we just cut the Kodak moment here and just try to find out what went off here?" Trish said, exasperated, obviously getting over the shock soon enough.
She stopped in her tracks when she began passing by debris of the explosion. Trish walked on, stepping over the ashes and overturned tables in her way. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a small camera. She leant down, picking it up and studying it.
"This looks familiar…"
"That girl, Torrie, that's her camera."
Trish shot a look at Raven, "And how do you know this?"
"I notice these things," He shrugged off her accusations.
Lance took the camera out of Trish's hands, taking a close examination of the camera screen. He clicked the playback button, but found that the camera was broken.
"This camera's busted, maybe once we get back, I can try to fix it," Matt suggested, looking over Lance's shoulder to the recorder.
"Uh..guys…." Lita whispered.
Lita was standing beside a dark pool of blood.
"My god…" Lance pushed up his glasses, overlooking the blood.
"There's the blood, now where's the body?"
They saw the thin of trail at the same time, following it with their eyes as it led to the side of the room, up the walls, ending abruptly at the corner where the ceiling and the sidewalls met.
"Who ever's it was, the body went into the wall." Lita began to back away from the room, a greenish tinge look on her face.
"Lita wait, you shouldn't go off by yourself," Matt ran after her, leaving Trish, Raven, and Lance by themselves in the horror room.
"Let's go Raven," Trish grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the room.
Lance watched the four leave, his eyes widening, he was alone. He peeked his head out of the room, the four had already disappeared somewhere off deeper into the basement.
"You should have listened to me guys, it's your funeral." Lance shook his head, making a beeline back to the main room, never looking back for he was afraid of what he might see.
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William Regal walked back to the central area after a talk with the security guard he had hired to keep track of where everyone was at, at all times.
When he saw that only Molly was sitting on the plush couches, with none of the other guests in sight, he was puzzled.
"Molly, where in the bloody hell did they go?"
"How the 'bloody hell' am I supposed to know?" Molly rolled her eyes, stifling a giggle. "I'm not their keeper they can go anywhere they whoa.." She tried to stand on her feet, but fell back onto the couch as the world seemed to be slanted.
William sighed, "You've had too much to drink, take a rest."
"No, we can finally get some action going on around here," Molly pulled William down onto the couch.
She neared closer to his lips, except she was interrupted by a coughing coming from behind them.
Lance stood sheepishly, not looking at them but rather at the ceiling. "I'm sorry to disturb you, I just couldn't find the others…"
Molly pushed William off of her, smiling at Lance, "Of course, how rude of me. Sit." She patted to the couch beside her.
Just then, Matt and Lita came back, the recorder in their hands.
"I think that I might have fixed this, it isn't pretty…" Matt hooked the recorder to a plug.
The broken screen blackened for a moment, before blurry images turned from unrecognizable to clear.
The screen showed the pictures that Torrie had seen moments before she was killed:
Torrie screamed, falling back to save herself from the explosion.
She glanced up only as soon as the smoke was freed. She had hit her head on the edge of the wheeler, her forehead bleeding profusely.
She saw an image in front of her that made her petrify in fear, her pupils dilating.
"Please no, god please…" Her frail body shook trying to back away, only to meet up with the wall.
"NO! NO!"
The screen dimmed black.
"I can't make out anything from it after that." Matt said, still in concentration of the short tape.
"I told you, this house is haunted, no one would believe me, now you'll know…" Lance murmured.
Molly gave a momentarily glance at William before turning her attention back to the conversation.
"Where did the other two go?" Matt asked.
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Her blonde hair cascaded in tumblefulls on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around the waist of Raven. Raven didn't return the affections, only nervously running his hand through his dark auburn curls.
"Come on Raven, show a little excitement, we're finally alone from those..those..idiots," Trish finished, pleased with herself.
"Wonderful use of the English language," Raven commented dryly.
"Thank you, I knew you'd think so." Trish beamed, not aware of the sarcasm dripping in his voice.
Raven averted his gaze, couldn't help but to roll his eyes at Trish's obliviousness.
Uncomfortable to the amount of space, or what was left of it between them, Raven stepped back.
"Raven! Honey, what are you doing?" Trish hugged him to her.
His patience ran in thin water, as he said sharply, "Do you even realize that one person is dead? We found her blood on the floor, that means there's a killer out there. That killer could come and kill us too if you don't know that! Now get it through your thick head, all we're going to do is go back up there and meet up with the others. Maybe even try to get out of here. Sound like a bright idea to you too?"
"How could you even say that, of course I'm scared just like the rest of you. I thought the whole reason we came here was to get some quality time alone together.."
"Things change, we can have time alone together after this is all over, until then we should just concentrate on just surviving."
Trish frowned at Raven; "We can always do that after…"
He shook his head, "You don't get it at all do you Trish? There's a possibility that you can die here tonight, and all you care about is if we're going to fuck?"
"I'm sorry if you think I'm not worth your time. If you don't want to be with me, I'm sure I can find someone else willing to die to be with me."
"Words to live by," Raven shot back.
"Words that you won't see come out of my mouth ever again, in fact, you probably won't hear me talk to you again after tonight, goodbye." Trish turned, sulkily walking off in the opposite direction, her high heels clicking on the cement floor.
"Bitch." Raven muttered under his breath.
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Please R&R