Author's Note: I don't own anything...OMG! Today, I was staying late at school to watch a volleyball game and after, I went to my locker and then...my friend started hearing eerie noises! And then...THE LIGHTS WENT OUT! It was so scary. I screamed like in a horror movie and then ran out of the hallway. LoL...Just had to share that. It's kind of funny. LoL...Okay, here's the story!
Jay Reso, Amy Dumas, Shane Helms and Trish Stratus were all in Shane and Jay's room, passing time by playing cards. Shane and Trish were just putting in their bets for their poker hands when a thunderous knock was heard. Jay rushed up from his seat and opened the door. Standing there was Chris Irvine and Lilian Garcia, both furious. Chris had his arms crossed and his face was growing redder by the minute. Jay rushed them in and they both took a seat on one of the beds. Shane had just scooped up his winnings when the whole group turned to look at Chris and Lilian. Lilian was just looking down at the floor, silent. "Well?" Jay Reso asked, trying to get it out of them. Trish, Amy and Shane stared at them as they sat in silence. Chris was looking at the wall, unable to look his friends in the eye.
"Spill it, Chris!" Amy demanded, eager to know what happened.
"She didn't do it." He answered glumly.
"I knew it!" Amy shouted, pumping her fist in the air. Shane grabbed Amy's fist and put it down. "I know you're right, Amy. But doesn't that just bring us to square one? Who else could it be?"
The green haired fellow questioned as he began putting away the cards. Everybody turned their heads to him. "What?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders. Trish leaned against the wooden chair she was sitting on and sighed.
"I hate this! I have no clue what's going to happen next and I have no clue to who else would it be." She stated, giving the floor a good stomp. Jay placed his arm around his friend.
"It's going to be fine, Trish. We'll find out who it is." He said, his voice full of comfort. She looked at him with hope and then looked around at the rest of the group.
"I don't think I can be alone tonight. Is there anybody I can stay with?" She asked, as Chris Irvine looked up. "I'm sharing a room with Michaels, but he's always out late. I don't think he'll mind if you stayed with us."
The blonde Canadian suggested, as Trish stood up from her chair. "Thanks Chris." She smiled.
That night, Trish Stratus and Chris Irvine spent the night watching movies and laughing. Jay had the next week off and had gone home to rest. Amy was out at a club with Shane and a couple of other Raw superstars. Lilian Garcia was having a late night rehersal with her band. So, it was just the two of them. It was around 10:30 pm and the two had just finished watching "Malibu's Most Wanted". They were laughing at the movie when Trish's cell phone rang. She rolled off the bed, grabbing the cell phone from the night stand. Chris began going through the other movies as Trish answered. "Hello?"
"Trish?" A mysterious voice asked, sending chills down her spine. The voice didn't sound like anybody she knew.
"Yes? Who is this?" She asked, her body beginning to shake. Chris Irvine looked up from the movies, watching his friend closely.
"For me to know. And you to never find out. You're my target, Trish. Watch your back." The creepy voice threatened before hanging up. Trish took her silver cell phone from off her ear and stared at it, her eyes growing wider by the second. She was getting chills all over her body. Chris crawled over to Trish's side.
"Who did it sound like?" He asked, prying the cell phone from her shaking fingers. He closed it and placed it back on the night stand.
"Nobody I know." She replied, slightly jumping when Chris placed his arm around her. "Sorry, Chris. I'm just so freaked out right now." She apologized, taking a deep breath. She had to try to calm down.
"It's okay, Trish. I understand. If I were you, I'd be a basket case." Chris replied, taking his arm off of the diva. She gave him a small smile.
"Thanks for letting me stay with you, Chris. It's really too bad that the others are busy." She said to him, gathering her knees to her chest. Chris gave her a grin.
"No problem. Yeah, it's too bad." He told her before popping "Lilo & Stitch" into the DVD player. The two watched movies for the rest of the night and fell asleep at 1:00 am.
The next morning, Trish Stratus was the first to wake up. She had fallen asleep in the same bed as Chris. She looked around her. Chris was still fast asleep and his roomate, Michael Hickenbottom, or Shawn Michaels as most people know him was still sleeping in the other bed. She crawled out of bed, stretching. Trish let out a tiny yawn before getting up to go to the bathroom. For some odd reason, the bathroom was steamy. "Maybe one of them took a shower?" She said to herself quietly. Trish shut the door and then came face to face with the mirror. Her eyes widened as she saw, "You're Dead, Stratus" written on it. Her mouth opened and she let out an ear-piercing scream. A couple of seconds later, there was a loud banging on the door. Trish opened the door to see Chris Irvine standing there, still half asleep. Trish saw his roomate still asleep. That man could sleep through anything.
"Are you okay?" He asked, yawning. Chris had yet seen the mirror. She tugged on his arm, speechless. She was still in shock as she pointed to the mirror. Chris' eyes opened fully and he saw the message. It was slowly going away from the cool air from the room going into the bathroom.
"Holy shit!" Chris Irvine shouted, clapping his hand over his mouth. He looked over at Michael Hickenbottom, seeing that he was still asleep. Chris took his hand off of his mouth. "What the hell?" He asked, staring at the mirror. He then heard whimpering. Chris looked down to see Trish Stratus sitting in the bathroom, her back against the wall. She was holding her knees close to her chest, whimpering. Tears ran down her cheeks. Chris kneeled down until he was at Trish's level. "Trish...Trish. Don't worry. We'll find out who's doing this." He told her, patting her on the back.
Jay Reso, Amy Dumas, Shane Helms and Trish Stratus were all in Shane and Jay's room, passing time by playing cards. Shane and Trish were just putting in their bets for their poker hands when a thunderous knock was heard. Jay rushed up from his seat and opened the door. Standing there was Chris Irvine and Lilian Garcia, both furious. Chris had his arms crossed and his face was growing redder by the minute. Jay rushed them in and they both took a seat on one of the beds. Shane had just scooped up his winnings when the whole group turned to look at Chris and Lilian. Lilian was just looking down at the floor, silent. "Well?" Jay Reso asked, trying to get it out of them. Trish, Amy and Shane stared at them as they sat in silence. Chris was looking at the wall, unable to look his friends in the eye.
"Spill it, Chris!" Amy demanded, eager to know what happened.
"She didn't do it." He answered glumly.
"I knew it!" Amy shouted, pumping her fist in the air. Shane grabbed Amy's fist and put it down. "I know you're right, Amy. But doesn't that just bring us to square one? Who else could it be?"
The green haired fellow questioned as he began putting away the cards. Everybody turned their heads to him. "What?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders. Trish leaned against the wooden chair she was sitting on and sighed.
"I hate this! I have no clue what's going to happen next and I have no clue to who else would it be." She stated, giving the floor a good stomp. Jay placed his arm around his friend.
"It's going to be fine, Trish. We'll find out who it is." He said, his voice full of comfort. She looked at him with hope and then looked around at the rest of the group.
"I don't think I can be alone tonight. Is there anybody I can stay with?" She asked, as Chris Irvine looked up. "I'm sharing a room with Michaels, but he's always out late. I don't think he'll mind if you stayed with us."
The blonde Canadian suggested, as Trish stood up from her chair. "Thanks Chris." She smiled.
That night, Trish Stratus and Chris Irvine spent the night watching movies and laughing. Jay had the next week off and had gone home to rest. Amy was out at a club with Shane and a couple of other Raw superstars. Lilian Garcia was having a late night rehersal with her band. So, it was just the two of them. It was around 10:30 pm and the two had just finished watching "Malibu's Most Wanted". They were laughing at the movie when Trish's cell phone rang. She rolled off the bed, grabbing the cell phone from the night stand. Chris began going through the other movies as Trish answered. "Hello?"
"Trish?" A mysterious voice asked, sending chills down her spine. The voice didn't sound like anybody she knew.
"Yes? Who is this?" She asked, her body beginning to shake. Chris Irvine looked up from the movies, watching his friend closely.
"For me to know. And you to never find out. You're my target, Trish. Watch your back." The creepy voice threatened before hanging up. Trish took her silver cell phone from off her ear and stared at it, her eyes growing wider by the second. She was getting chills all over her body. Chris crawled over to Trish's side.
"Who did it sound like?" He asked, prying the cell phone from her shaking fingers. He closed it and placed it back on the night stand.
"Nobody I know." She replied, slightly jumping when Chris placed his arm around her. "Sorry, Chris. I'm just so freaked out right now." She apologized, taking a deep breath. She had to try to calm down.
"It's okay, Trish. I understand. If I were you, I'd be a basket case." Chris replied, taking his arm off of the diva. She gave him a small smile.
"Thanks for letting me stay with you, Chris. It's really too bad that the others are busy." She said to him, gathering her knees to her chest. Chris gave her a grin.
"No problem. Yeah, it's too bad." He told her before popping "Lilo & Stitch" into the DVD player. The two watched movies for the rest of the night and fell asleep at 1:00 am.
The next morning, Trish Stratus was the first to wake up. She had fallen asleep in the same bed as Chris. She looked around her. Chris was still fast asleep and his roomate, Michael Hickenbottom, or Shawn Michaels as most people know him was still sleeping in the other bed. She crawled out of bed, stretching. Trish let out a tiny yawn before getting up to go to the bathroom. For some odd reason, the bathroom was steamy. "Maybe one of them took a shower?" She said to herself quietly. Trish shut the door and then came face to face with the mirror. Her eyes widened as she saw, "You're Dead, Stratus" written on it. Her mouth opened and she let out an ear-piercing scream. A couple of seconds later, there was a loud banging on the door. Trish opened the door to see Chris Irvine standing there, still half asleep. Trish saw his roomate still asleep. That man could sleep through anything.
"Are you okay?" He asked, yawning. Chris had yet seen the mirror. She tugged on his arm, speechless. She was still in shock as she pointed to the mirror. Chris' eyes opened fully and he saw the message. It was slowly going away from the cool air from the room going into the bathroom.
"Holy shit!" Chris Irvine shouted, clapping his hand over his mouth. He looked over at Michael Hickenbottom, seeing that he was still asleep. Chris took his hand off of his mouth. "What the hell?" He asked, staring at the mirror. He then heard whimpering. Chris looked down to see Trish Stratus sitting in the bathroom, her back against the wall. She was holding her knees close to her chest, whimpering. Tears ran down her cheeks. Chris kneeled down until he was at Trish's level. "Trish...Trish. Don't worry. We'll find out who's doing this." He told her, patting her on the back.