Disclaimer: I don't own any characters that are in Newsies but you probably already know that.

A/N: Yes I know I'm starting another fic when I didn't finish the other one. I swear I'll get back to it but I'm having problems finding it on the computer. Plus this idea would not leave me alone so I have to start it if I want to be able to sleep.  

Living Spirits Chapter 1

Most people don't understand spirits. Most people are also scared of things they don't understand. I am not most people. My friends are, but they're a different story. The shadows, the voices; they scare them.

          I can't really remember a time that they scared me. I've lived here all my life and in all my memories I've accepted them as being there. Its not that I'm fearless because I'm not, I'm far from it. The way I saw it was they had their unresolved problems and it seemed my house was were it all happened. So knowing that, I let them go about their problems while I lived my life. I guess other people just couldn't accept that.

          There were a couple spirits that wondered the house. One was an older man. He seemed like the angriest one out of all of them. He never came out as much as the others. Then there were two boys. The one gave me the impression of being daring and brave, someone who demanded respect. Respect that he didn't seem to receive from the man. The second was upset; you can tell he was crying by the sound in his voice. The last spirit was of a girl. She was very scared and also crying. And her voice, I had heard it before but was never able to place where.

          I always wondered about their story. I knew the ending that they relived almost every night but I never understood it. It was like turning on your TV and catching the last 20 minutes of a complex movie. You don't understand why anything is happening but you can still see what's going on.

          It wasn't until one night when one of my friends decided to come over my house that I learned what actually happened.

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          "Hey Hayley, do you know that one kid, Travis?" I laughed as my friend Anya rushed into my house, mind filled with images of some guy. Typical. I shut the door and walked over finding she was still talking to me about the ever-so-perfect guy. "...don't you have one?"

'Have what? Ok at least it's a yes or no question; 50/50 chance of getting this right.' "Umm...yeah sure." Anya smiled and jumped off the couch in a hurry. "I love you! So where do you keep your pictures."

So that was what she was after, a picture of Travis. I should've guessed as much. Luckily I answered the previous question right. "They're down in the basement. Come on, I'll find them." I sighed and shook my head as I walked down the steps Anya close behind.

I started looking through boxes when I heard a loud thud. I turned to see that Anya fell flat on her face. A grin instantaneously appeared on my face. "Well it seems the trip down here wasn't all a waste." As I kept on looking in boxes, Anya started flipping out. "You should fix these loose floorboards before you throw down a fricken carpet." I walked over getting annoyed quickly. My basement is so dreary and I hate being down there more than I have to.

"You act like I actually lifted up the carpet and inspected the floorboards." I turned my attention to the floor, which seemed to have a couple unfastened boards with a star neatly painted across them. 'Weird.'

"Hurt who?" I looked at my friend a little confused. "You didn't say anything did you." I shook my head, still just a bit confused about what was going on. "I could've sworn you asked me not to hurt this one guy."

It made sense now. "Nope. Wasn't me. That would be the ever-so-famous ghosts of the Faight household."  She stared at me blankly; her face was an unusual pale color. I was generally used to this reaction from people. "You can wait upstairs, I'll try and find the picture." She nodded and then looked at her watch. "You know what, umm I should probably go. Can you bring it to school tomorrow?"

As she waved goodbye and walked out the door, I went back to investigating the boards. "You'll be fine jus' wait heah." I recognized the voice as the one boy. He had started crying. I moved the loose wood off to the side and revealed a hidden room. "I don't wanna leave you'se up der by yourself!" It was the girl. She was also crying.

I jumped down into the open space beneath the basement floor. A shiver went down my spine. This place was freezing. My eyes wondered around the room. I'm not sure you could even call it a room. It was a more of a 6ft x 6ft hole in the ground.

I heard the ghosts above me fighting as they always did. Then I heard something new. It was the girl and she was speaking in such a way that it was almost inaudible. Then she spoke a bit louder. 'You have to break the cycle. Please.' I expected to soon hear her go up and fight a losing battle against the man as she had every other time, but she didn't.

It was then that I noticed the board. The once light brown wood with the white star was now blood red and swinging straight at me. I had to time to react. I just stood there while it came hurling at my head and knocked me out cold.

My head hurt so much. I felt my body being lifted up and carried out of the room. "Poor goil. I'se jus' found 'er down der." It was the boy and he was talking to someone I didn't know. The spirit was carrying me. "We should probably take 'er back to da lodging house an' make shoah she's ok."

Lodging House? The only time I've ever heard that used was in Newsies. I was confused but too weak to think about it. I just rested in his arms as he carried me back to the lodging house or whatever it was.  

A/N: Ok I know it really hasn't gotten into any Newsies characters yet. But the next chapter will. Please though, leave some reviews tell me what you think.