Chapter 02:
A/N: Hey guys! Here's the second chapter. I hope you're enjoying it. Pretty please review!!! Please!!!
"Damn...look at this place." Chris Jericho muttered as he and Stephanie eyed the whole area. It was dead silent. The city their hotel was supposedly in was utterly still. No movement...not from any life form. Restaurants and stores were closed, streets were empty, the night was cold and not a single human being seemed to exist in that certain region of Pennsylvania, except for them two. A gust of wind blew, sending chills up and down their spines as they eyed the place a little bit longer. "Steph...are you sure your dad said it was beside Joules Casino?" Chris asked.
Stephanie nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. There's Joules Casino right now." She pointed as they drove to the deserted building, which seemed to be almost broken down. Beside that building was none other than the hotel they were told to go to...and just like the casino...it was empty and closed; windows shattered, no cars parked, door banging due to the wind and creepy feelings running through their bodies. "Why don't we ask someone for directions?" Stephanie suggested.
"Oh yeah? And who are you going to ask, princess? See anyone around?" Chris Jericho sarcastically pointed out as Stephanie glowered at him before looking around the whole place once again. They drove a little more until they reached a sort of forestry where it was just merely tall trees present.
"What about there?" she asked, pointing to a humongous, old mansion with one of its windows lighted up, seeming as if there was somebody present in the room. The mansion was found slightly on top of a hill with many tall, vine-full trees surrounding it. (A/N: Okay...imagine it as the exact same mansion at The Haunted Mansion starring Eddie Murphy, okay? Okay. Hehe!)
"There?" Chris asked, glancing at Stephanie once again. "How do you expect us to enter?! The gate is shut close!" he indicated.
"Maybe there's a doorbell!" Stephanie told him as he sighed in exasperation.
"I'm not going out there in this dead of the night." Chris uttered.
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Because what?"
Chris grumbled. "I said because!"
"You're chicken, aren't you?" Stephanie teased, giggling.
Chris glared at her. "Hon...I've been married to you for almost two years now and you still manage to call me a chicken when I was always with you through thick and thin?"
Stephanie smiled, fighting the urge to giggle some more. "Chicken..." she continued to tease as Chris glared at her before climbing down his pick-up and checked if there was a doorbell. He came back seconds later, confirming that there was none.
"Shucks...what do we do now?" Stephanie asked.
"I don't know. Where's the rest of the roster anyway?"
"I'm sure they're on their way here."
Chris got his cellphone out, meaning to call Christian but found that there was no signal. "Great..." he muttered.
Suddenly, a rustling sound caught both their attentions as they turned their heads to face the gigantic gate of bars. It slowly started to open, allowing their vehicle to enter. Stephanie's jaw dropped while Chris' eyes stared intently at it. Both looked at each other, searching for any words to say.
"Uhhh...maybe they have some sort of detector or something! Or a hidden camera! Yeah! That's it!" Chris almost was talking to himself. "Whoever lives here must be pretty rich. Come on." He said, driving inside the place. As they did, the gates slowly closed itself as Chris continued to drive towards the mansion.
"What the hell?! Where are we?!" Shawn exclaimed, looking around. "I don't recall seeing this place." He said, looking around as Hunter drove past the Joules Casino that they were all talking about as a landmark.
"What's with this place?" Batista asked from the backseat, seated beside the Nature Boy, Ric Flair.
"Come on. Let's try to look for some help." Triple H suggested, moving on.
"Let's just hope we find some." Shawn Michaels muttered from the front seat as Hunter drove away, heading towards where Chris and Stephanie had proceeded.
"Creepy." Batista uttered, eyeing the steel, bar gates of the old, daunting mansion. And as what happened to Chris and Stephanie, the gates opened and let all four men and their vehicle in.
Amy laughed. "Nice one, Trish! That was a good one!"
"Okay. I have another one. Why are people so corny?" Trish asked.
Amy thought about it with a raised eyebrow. Finally, she gave up. "Why?"
"Because we eat corn!!!" Trish laughed out loud as Amy laughed hysterically along.
"Oh my gosh, Matt. These two are going crazy." Jeff gestured at the two ladies seated at the backseat of his car. Matt snickered, shaking his head while driving. Suddenly, Amy and Trish's laughter died down when they entered the town of Wellsboro, Pennsylvania where there was not a single life present except their dying laughter.
"Where are we?" Trish asked, forwarding her head and giving Jeff a curious look.
"Yeah, Matt. What's this?" Amy asked, looking around.
"This is supposedly where our hotel was going to be. Vince said so." Matt replied, driving on as they reached the casino five minutes later.
"Every damn thing here is closed." Jeff mentioned.
Trish shivered. "And it's really cold, too."
Jeff smiled as he motioned for him and Amy to switch seats so that he could stay beside his girlfriend. He and Trish had been together for almost three years now and was still going strong. He planned on proposing to her anytime soon. He wrapped his arms around her and breathed in her scent, which was his favorite scent. He kissed her on the cheek as they continued to look around the very odd place.
"There's the hotel. And it's closed." Amy pointed as they all raised their eyebrows, looking at each other.
"Can someone call Vince?" Matt suggested as Jeff got his cellphone out.
"I have no signal." Jeff announced as the other three checked their cellphones as well and found that they, too, had no signal.
"What now?" Amy asked, looking at Matt and holding his hand.
Matt smiled at the gesture as he turned the car around. "Maybe we should go back to the arena."
"That's not such a good idea, Matt. It'll take us another hour to get back. We're all tired. You're tired. And it's almost 12. Let's just look if there's actually a decent place we can stay in for a while." Jeff suggested as Matt and the rest nodded in agreement, turning the car around once again and began searching. And as you all might have guessed, they ended up finding the mansion as well.
Randy drove quietly along the highway as he turned to the entrance of where Wellsboro was. Driving for another few minutes, he then found the odd city and located where Joules Casino was...except...it wasn't open. And the hotel beside it wasn't either.
"Huh?" Randy pondered, raising an eyebrow. He got his cellphone out and was meaning to call Hunter but his phone appeared to have no signal at all. "Fudge..." he cursed, shaking his head and placing his phone back in his pocket. He turned to face Stacy and came to a decision to wake her; just to ask her if she had any idea what this was all about. He gently shook her, brushing the blonde hair off her beautiful face. He smiled at the thought. She was indeed very pretty. "Stace?" he gently called out, shaking her a bit harder. Finally, her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him.
"Are we here?" she asked in a meek, sleepy tone.
"Yeah...we're here. Except...well...take a look at it yourself." Randy gestured towards the view in front of them. All of Stacy's sleepiness washed away that instant as her jaw almost dropped.
"Where are we?!" she shrieked.
"Ssshhh...calm down, babe! We're in Wellsboro! Except...well...I don't know actually. Everything was just closed." Randy answered, remaining cool and calm. Stacy looked her head to the left and right, trying to find any signs of human life. "Do you want to go back to the arena?" Randy asked. "It'll take another hour though. But I don't mind driving so it's okay." He offered as Stacy nodded her head.
"Okay."
And with that, Randy turned the car and headed back.
Twenty minutes later, Randy and Stacy were in the same spot as they were before. "What the..." Randy muttered, looking around and found the casino and the hotel beside it once again.
"We were here a while ago!" Stacy exclaimed as Randy, too, felt very puzzled.
He decided to turn again and within twenty minutes, they were back to where they originally were. "How come I can't find the bloody highway?!?" he exclaimed, blinking his eyes a few times.
"How am I supposed to know?! You're the driver around here!" Stacy answered back.
Randy sneered as he drove the car once again. And for the third time that very late night, they found themselves back in the same place. "Something freaky is going on here." He spoke as Stacy stared at him with a pale, frightened face.
"W-What?" she managed to choke out, fighting back the urge to cry.
Randy breathed in and out to relax himself as he started to drive once again, but this time, to a different direction. He drove to the direction of where the haunted mansion was. Stopping at the front of the forest, Randy looked at Stacy and found her curled up in a ball, leaning on the window.
"Hey babe...are you okay?" he asked, feeling very concerned.
"Don't call me that." she snapped back, glaring at him as he glared back.
"Oh I'm so sorry there, missy. I was just wondering if you were okay." Randy sarcastically replied, rolling his eyes.
"Ugh...you're such a jerk, you know that?"
"Jerk? Me?! Is it such a crime to ask how you were?! I think you're the one who's acting like a total jerk here!" Randy yelled.
"Why don't you just shut up and drive, okay?!" Stacy yelled back.
"You know what?! Fine! I am going to go look for help so I don't have to get stuck here with you the whole night!"
"Oh...so you're being a hypocrite now, aren't you?! As far as I can remember, you're the one who offered me a ride! And you should know the consequences to that, moron!" Stacy retorted.
"Stop calling me that, hon!!!"
"Then stop calling me hon, as well!!!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"So just drive!" Stacy shouted, exasperated.
"Fine! I will!"
And with that, Randy stepped on the gas pedal at the same time, surprising both of them. The car had died down. "Shoot." Randy muttered, shaking his head.
"What now?!" Stacy asked, half-exclaiming.
"I just loaded this full-tank yesterday!!!" Randy shouted to no one in particular as he hit his head back to his seat.
"You mean we're out of gas?!"
"Stacy...do me a favor and shut up, okay? I don't really need to deal with all your yapping right now!"
"Excuse me?!"
"You heard me!!!"
And with that, Stacy smacked him hard on the shoulder. "That is for being such an arrogant, annoying, little prat, prat!"
Randy glared at her before thinking of a come back. He smirked lightly as he quickly moved towards Stacy, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "And that is for being the same annoying little prat and for shutting you up." He answered in a cool voice as Stacy stared at him dumbfounded.
She leaned back even more, letting her head hit the window as Randy gawked at her beauty with a smirk on his face so as to hide his checking out on her. Suddenly, Stacy heard a knock from outside her window and turned around curiously to see whom it was and what she saw almost made her heart jump out of her body. It was a man in his late 60's with shocking white hair, which looked like he was electrified to death, an utterly pale face, cheekbones that were visibly seen, an almost skeletal-frame and dark shadows surrounding his eyes. (A/N: Now you can think Ramsley...the butler/bad guy in the movie.) He was staring intently at her with eyes wide, wearing a butler suit, complete with the white gloves and black coat. Stacy screamed the loudest that she could, jumping into Randy's arms as Randy eyed the eccentric man quite alarmed as well.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!"
"Holy shoot! Stacy!" Randy exclaimed as he hugged her close, as if she was a damsel in distress.
"Does sir and ma'am need some help or assistance?" the old man questioned from outside, still with the terrifying expression on his face. Stacy glanced at Randy, quivering, as she shook her head no. Randy though, took the opposite answer and replied that they indeed needed help, which was after all, the truth.
Randy stepped out of his car, carrying Stacy in his arms as he closed the door with his foot and walked over to the old man. Placing Stacy down, Randy tried his best to smile at the bony butler. "Good evening, sire. Good evening, ma'am." He acknowledged, giving Stacy a bloodcurdling smile as Stacy tried to smile back. "My name is Alfred, the butler of Master Jason Kouger. I happened to be picking up something for him from outside his mansion when I heard your car's engine die down...as well as your constant bickering." He spoke in a low, slow, creepy voice with an accent.
"Oh...well...yeah. We were sort of fighting." Randy explained, glancing at Stacy, who was still eyeing Alfred with such a petrified expression. "But anyway, you see...we were supposed to check-in the hotel beside Joules Casino tonight together with the rest of our friends and co-workers. We're wrestlers, you see...wrestlers from the World Wrestling Entertainment and our boss told us that we were to check-in in that hotel. So anyway...we found the hotel closed as well as every other restaurant and store we passed. The houses around also seem to be deserted and we can't contact any of our friends 'coz there's no signal. We have no idea where they are, as well."
"How dreadful. Well, it is very late this evening already. I'm sure Master won't mind if you spent the night in his mansion. After all, Master is a very kind man. You may contact your friends tomorrow morning." Alfred suggested.
Randy nodded in relief. "Really? Thanks, man!" he grinned; putting out his hand to give Alfred a shake but Alfred chose not to. Instead, he spoke once again.
"Follow me as I shall lead you inside."
Randy shrugged, putting his arm away as he grabbed his and Stacy's bags before locking the doors of his expensive car and following Alfred up the forest, towards the bar gates and entering it. There, they found a few number of other expensive cars.
"Hey...isn't that Chris and Stephanie's pick-up?" Stacy asked him, pointing at the red vehicle.
"Huh? Oh yeah! It is!" he nodded, eyeing the other cars. "And that's Jeff's car...and that one is Hunter's! I guess we're not the only ones spending the night!"
"And there's Nidia's car, too! Wait a minute...I think we're all here!"
"They are your friends, I presume?" Alfred asked while walking in a very slow pace with the couple following closely behind him.
"Yeah...they are. They're WWE wrestlers as well." Randy stated.
"Yes...they were complaining the same complaints as you were. Something about that hotel."
"Yeah. And something odd happened to us, too. No matter how many times we tried driving back to the arena, we couldn't find the highway and we kept on ending up back in the street where the hotel was." Randy explained. Hearing this, Alfred just kept silent as they reached the main door of the mansion. Stacy took the opportunity to look to the side of the place to check what was in the backyard. Instead of finding a swimming pool or a garden, she found a cemetery. She swallowed hard and tugged on Randy's arm.
"They have a cemetery for a backyard." She whispered, while watching Alfred open the doors to let them in.
Randy gave her a puzzled look before looking to the side to check it himself. He looked back at Stacy and shrugged. "Well...maybe some homeowners want to be original and put up a cemetery in their backyard instead of a pool." He replied in the same whisper she gave, except that it was with a hint of amusement.
Stacy glared at him. "Oh...and that's normal for you? I should've known. You are even weirder than I thought." She replied as a come back as he sneered before entering. The moment they did, thunder and lightning struck and it began raining cats and dogs.
"Oh dear..." Alfred uttered as he shut the doors tight and locked them with the many locks and keys, which only he held. Stacy entered, feeling very cold as she rubbed her arms up and down with her hands.
"Here." Randy offered, taking off his black jacket and draping it over her. Stacy gave him a small smile.
'Thanks."
"I shall go ready your dinner and will be showing you your room later." He then said as he began walking slowly away, disappearing into the dark.
"Oh my gosh! Stacy!!!" Amy exclaimed from the top of the grand stairs as she came running down, scooping the leggy blonde into a big hug. Trish soon followed, joining the hug as they told each other of their weird, freaky stories and how they ended up being at the mansion. They found Stacy's story the creepiest as they were also joined by Stephanie and the rest of the Raw divas including Gail Kim, Nidia and Molly Holly while Randy joined Evolution, Shawn Michaels, the Hardy Boys and the rest who were present in the mansion. After a while, everyone but Randy and Stacy decided to call it a night as they stood, stretched, yawned and headed for their rooms. All the couples such as Chris and Stephanie, Jeff and Trish, Matt and Lita and Stevie and Victoria shared a room as well as other wrestlers who were in groups or tag teams like Evolution (except Randy), La Resistance and Rosey and Hurricane.
"Dinner is served." He announced to Randy and Stacy as Randy smiled and thanked Alfred. He nudged Stacy as Stacy managed to give a smile as well.
"Good night, Stace. I'll see you in the morning." Amy said, hugging the blonde before following Matt up the stairs to their room.
"Ah yes...about your rooms. Do you wish to share one? Or stay in separate?" Alfred queried.
"Separate! Definitely separate." Stacy spoke up loudly for the first time since Alfred had came to the picture.
Randy inwardly glared at her, as he wanted to stay in the same room as her. Not that he had any sensual plans or anything. It was simply because he wanted to spend some time with her...to let her know how he truly felt. But no, she had to say she wanted to be in a separate room. She was probably pissed off at him...again.
"It is settled then. I shall lead you to your rooms later."
"Is there anymore room for me in the room where my friends are staying? You know? Evolution?" Randy asked.
"Mr. Helmsley's room is already full as there are two other occupants with him. We have nothing but two other rooms, which are meant for you and Ms. Keibler."
Randy nodded, showing Alfred that he understood as he followed him to the dining room where he and Stacy began to eat in peace.
While eating dinner on the massive dining table, another very loud thunder struck, causing the electricity to die down. The only illumination left was the light that the flames from the immense fireplace were giving and the two candlesticks on the dining table, which happened to be very faint. Randy and Stacy looked at each other as Alfred came back to the room, giving two loud claps. In an instant, all the torches around lit as the couple's eyes widened. He then left them to ponder on what he just did.
"Did you see that?!" Stacy whispered. She then looked down at the soup she was eating. "I think I've just lost my appetite. I'm not eating this anymore. It might be poisoned or something." She said softly to no one in particular.
"You know what else I think you're losing? Your head." Randy mentioned as Stacy glared hard at him. "You should actually be thankful that we're safe here tonight. If it wasn't for Alfred and his Master Kouger, we would've still been driving around to who-knows-where."
Stacy cleared her throat. "Correction, Randy. We wouldn't be driving. We'd be stuck in your car, gas-less." She reminded as Randy smirked.
"Oh yeah..."
Stacy smirked back, feeling proud of herself that she was able to cut-off Randy Orton in the little fight they were beginning to have. Their relationship had always been like that. They hated each other...but they were still very close friends. She actually liked it and sometimes, left her thinking if she liked the actual Randy himself.
After dinner, Alfred led them up the stairs to where the rooms were, holding the two candlesticks. After taking them to different twists and turns, they finally reached a long aisle and brought them to the end where there were two doors facing each other.
"Wow...this is a very big place." Randy commented, looking around.
"Master always had guests in his mansion. He loved having a huge company of friends around." Alfred replied.
"Where is your Master anyway?" Randy asked.
But as he waited for the answer, Alfred turned towards the door to the left. "I believe Ms. Keibler would find it quite comfortable in this room."
Stacy smiled and nodded her head, thanking him as Alfred opened the door for her and gave her one of the candlesticks he was holding. She eyed the room from ceiling to floor. The walls were painted a light pink with a fluffy carpet and matching window curtains. There was a queen-sized, four- poster bed with pink drapes, a wooden closet and a dresser right beside it made of pure mahogany. On the dresser were a brush and a mirror made of pure silver and there was a treasure chest in which if you opened, made a beautiful, classical sound. Another door led to the bathroom where there was a tub made of pure marble as well as the sink, the toilet and tiles. Stacy turned around once again and found both Randy and Alfred watching her. "Thanks again." She said to both of them with a smile as she got her bag from Randy and placed it at the foot of her bed.
"Stacy...are you sure you want to stay here all alone? I mean...I can accompany you. You have no Amy, Trish or Steph to tend to you in the middle of the night if ever you have a nightmare." Randy remembered, quite worried for his friend.
Stacy rolled her eyes. "You're being overprotective again, Randy. I'll be fine. Don't worry. Besides, you're just a room away."
Randy nodded. "Alright. If that's what you want then. Good night." He walked over to her and kissed her forehead. "Sorry about a while ago." He added before leaving room with Alfred in tow.
Alfred then led Randy to his room, right across Stacy's, as it looked exactly the same except for the colors. His room was a dark green color with a fluffy black carpet and black furniture. After Alfred had handed him the candlestick, he thanked him once again before heading to the bathroom to take a bath and change at the same time, thinking of the kiss he had given Stacy.
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