A.n.: THE BED DIDN'T EAT ME! I had my first day of school today and It waz funners! I had a great time chillin with my friends during break and lunch. I can't believe I'm back in school again. It's just trippy. Well! I'm now done with my homework and I'm listening to Avril Lagvine! Well here's the next part!!!



"Chris." Stephanie whispered rubbing her boyfriends arm. "Are you asleep?"

"Not anymore." He said flicking on his flashlight to look at her. She propped her head on her elbow and looked at him

"Tomarrow night will be my dare." Stephanie said quietly. Her voice shook a little. To be honest she was terrified of that house. What had happened to her brother was real. There were no tricks or actors. This was the real thing. Chris sensing her fear wrapped an arm around her and kissed the crown of her head.

"Don't worry Steph." He murmured. "If anything happens I'll be right here by the door ready to run and help you." She cuddled close to him reveling in his warmth. He'd never admit it but he was scared out of his wits. He didn't want to enter that house as much as Stephanie did maybe even more so.



The next night the alarm went off at 11:30 pm. Stephanie who was already awake emerged from the bathroom freshly showered and hair wet. She was dressed in a baby blue t-shirt with a pair of blue jeans and tennis shoes.

"Good night?" Stephanie said with a half smile. Stacey stretched and put her hand over her stomach. Her eyes were red from the crying she'd done in her sleep. She sighed and looked over to where Edge fitfully slept. Christian walked over and lightly kicked Edge in the ribs causing him to jerk awake and look up at his friend.

"Fuck off." Edge grumbled rolling back over. Christian kicked him again.

"Get up man." Christian said grumpily.

"Why don't you go wake up Trish." Edge muttered.

"Because I know better!" Christian laughed and Edge sat up and his gaze turned to Stephanie and Stacey. The two gray colored eyes softened a little and Stacey looked away tears coming up again.

Matt woke up and tried to sit up. There were two heavy weights on each side of him. He panicked for a moment before looking around him and seeing Lita on his Left and Jeff sprawled out on him on his right. He groaned. He watched as they both shifted. Jeff rolled right over him and Lita and hit the wall very hard.

"Ouch." Jeff cracked one eye open. "Evil wall."

Jeff looked over and saw his brother sitting up. "Matt?"

"What?" Matt grumbled shaking the hair out of his face.

"I think.we need to talk." Jeff said standing up.

"Look Jeff.I don't know what the hell is going on with you but.." Matt was cut off when Jeff glared at him angrily.

"I'm not gay." Jeff growled. "And If I were would you still act the way you are?"

"What?" Matt said his eyes wide. "You're not?"

"It was an in the heat of the moment grief thing." Jeff said staring off.

"Look Jeff I'm sorry I acted the way I did, you're my brother I should have stood by you and been there not only during the whole I thought you were gay thing but when Krystal died." Matt said leaning his arms on his knees.

"Thanks man." Jeff said looking at his brother and smiling. "I miss her but I gotta move on you know. She wouldn't want me to be grieving over her like this."

"I didn't know her well but I'm guessing you're right." Matt said. "I'll be there to help if you need me..like always."

"Thanks bro." Jeff put a hand on his brother's shoulder his mind wandering to the stirring feelings inside him. He closed his eyes and then opened them and stood. "I'm going to catch a shower before Trish or Stacey get to it. Hot water is limited."

Mystic woke up and shoved Lance in the shoulder. "Lance.." She shook him again. She forgot momentarily that when Lance slept he slept like he was dead. Sighing she rolled her eyes and looked at Chris pulling his shirt down. He pulled his wet hair back into a pony tail and walked past her to Stephanie kissing her forehead in good morning. She blinked back tears. She missed him. His kisses, the way his hair would tickle her neck when they made out, they way they used to talk. It wasn't that Lance wasn't a great guy..but he just wasn't Chris. She was sorry things played out the way they did but she still loved him. When Stephanie accused her she had to bite her tongue to keep herself from lashing out and telling the truth. As much as she wanted him he didn't want her back. Unless.A small devious smile formed on her face.

"Chris you'll be mine again." Mystic blew an imaginary kiss at him. "oh yes you will."

In an hour's time everyone was dressed and ready for action. With Trish and Christian at the helm they waited anxiously to find out what was going to happen next. Trish clicked on the 3rd/4th dares box and the screen popped up. She read each dare and gulped. Another box popped up and she clicked on it. A bonus dare for Stacey, Stephanie, and Edge?

"Alright guys." Trish said shakily. "Team 3 will investigate the hallway/bedroom where the first owners of the house, the Dentons, were killed and where Theresa Buckton and her husband had many of their terrible fights. It is believed that in that area many slaves' body parts were burried there. This is the hot spot of the house. You will take the infared goggles and report paranormal activity. In a bonus dare the first safety will use another pair of infared goggles to look over the banister of the grand staircase." Trish looked at the three and notice Stephanie nearly crying and Stacey's face pale. Edge was just nodding in agreement.

"Ok." Trish said continuing. " Team 4 will investigate the slave cabin where the priest and William Buckton died. It is unknown what went on in the slave cabin but many never dared to find out. The entire team will sit in the cabin at three different points. One in the center of the room one to the left where the slaves slept and the other to the right of the center." Trish looked at the six people. "You will then turn your lights off and use the activity detector to find out just how much paranormal activity is going on in there."

"Perfect!" Stephanie grumbled.

"You are now to pick out your colors of pink, blue, orange, purple, green, and white." Trish said.

" I got pink!" Stephanie said as the others chose their colors. Edge picked green, Stacey had white, Mystic had orange, Chris had blue, and Lance got purple.

"Team four pink will investigate the room with purple as safety." Trish explained. " Purple will act as safety to pink and to white."

"Team five green will be on the left, orange on the right and blue in the center." Trish explained. "Ok.get ready."

"Get ready?" Stephanie muttered. "That's all you can say!?"

"Well it isn't my fault!" Trish said shrugging.

"Stephanie everything will be fine just don't let your imagination get the best of you." Chris said after helping her get her harness on.

"ever hear of famous last words." She mumbled as the six stepped outside into the cool night air.

"Alright guys I want you to walk around the side of the house and up the steps." Trish directed them.

As they walked up the steps to the house a closing forboading settled over the group. They couldn't speak, mumble or even grunt. Their eyes were transfixed on the house called Satan's Kitchen. Briefly each wondered why the house was called Satan's kitchen when they reached their conclusion they shivered in fear.

"Alright guys you there?" Trish asked.

"Yeah." Chris radioed back to them.

"Alright Team 4 walk through the door and you'll go straight until you see the grand stair case."

Stephanie hugged Chris and kissed his lips as did Lance and Mystic. Stacey looked to Edge and then looked away. Stepping to him she laid a small kiss on the cheek. Turning around she followed the rest of her team up to their designated spot. Watching her leave Edge touched his cheek and bit his lip the urge to go after her suddenly great and pulling. Something wasn't right he could feel it in his heart, mind, and even his bones. Looking around he felt as if there were thousands of eyes watching him whispering comments. Shaking his head he looked at his team members of each had worried expressions.

"We're here." Stephanie reported.

"Great now Stacey this is your stop." Trish said. Stacey looked at the banister then back at her team mates.

"See ya Stace." Stephanie said and Lance nodded.

"Alright Steph and Lance continue down the hall until you get to the 5th door on your right." Trish directed.

"1."Stephanie counted the doors as they went past. "..2.."

"3.." Lance counted with her. "4..and 5." He looked at Stephanie who was just glaring at the door.

"Trish..we're here." Lance said.

"O.k.guys.Lance.stay...S.tephanie.go.shut door." That was all that came out of the little radio as it went dead it's red light dimming.

"Alright here I go." Stephanie took a small black pair of goggles out and turned it on walking in the room she shut the door.

"How do you think they're doing?" Mystic asked.

"I don't know." Chris said wringing his wrists while Edge paced quietly and furiously.



"Stacey." A voice that sounded like Trish commanded over Stacey's radio. "I want you to turn on your goggles and lean over the banister to investigate the grand hall." Stacey nodded pulling her goggles up. Flicking them on she at first saw nothing. Moving her goggles to the other side of the room she paled. Walking about the house were people dressed in tattered rags. Out the large window she looked and saw three people walking the grounds. The people in the house were recognizable as former owners and servants, and slaves.

"Oh my." Stephanie gasped as she looked around the room turning her goggles power up. There were bloody hand prints on the wall. Body prints and angry messages written in the devil's ink. There was a soft knock at the door and Stephanie moved to open it figuring it was Lance. She tried the knob and was horrified to find that the door was locked. "Lance.LANCE!"

Lance turned towards the door and reached for the knob at the sound of her screams only to be knocked down to his feet. The door rattled and all eyes were on him.literally. Eyes hundreds of them stared at him. He blinked, wiped his eyes, and pinched himself wishing it was all a bad dream. Out from the shadows stepped a young girl and then some soldiers and then footsteps pounded the hallway. The little girl reached out to him crying and the soldier pointed his sword at him. He inched back against the wall closing his eyes he couldn't believe what he was seeing it wasn't real. It was just an elaborate illusion.

Stacey leaned over the banister her mind floating away. The rickety banister creaked and Stacey leaned over further looking at the people. A band was playing music in the distance and laughter could be heard. There were dancers and smiles filling the hall. She reveled in it feeling like a princess just about to arrive at a ball. She didn't hear the banister creak for the last time. A large crack snapped and she was transported from her happy world and found herself tumbling from the top of the stairs. With her goggles still on she saw the tattered and torn evil again and heard an evil cackle drown out her screams. " EDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Did you hear that?" Edge stopped his pacing to look in the direction Stacey and the others went.

"Hello!?" Trish screamed through the radio. "HELLO!!!!!"

"Trish..what's going on?" Chris yelled watching as Edge glared down the hallway shaking something fierce.

"Team 3's radios went out and then I got them back and I heard a scream." Trish said worried.

"It's stacey." Edge mumbled and took off down the hallway.

"We're going to check it out." Chris said as he and Mystic followed him. They came to a screeching stop when they saw Edge kneeling over Stacey's body. She was laying on her stomach her arms sprawled out.

"Call an ambulance!!!" Edge screamed at them nearly hysterical. "Call them now!!! Can't you see she needs help!!!!!!!"





"I'm sorry Stace.I'm soo soo sorry." HE turned her over and cradled her in his arms.





.......MORE TO COME SOON!