Chapter 05:

A/N: Okie...thanks so, so, so much to all the reviewers!!! Ya'll rock! Seriously! Mwah!!! Here's the 5th chapter! Hope you're all enjoying the story so far!!! And watch out behind you! There's ghost! Awoooooooooo!!! Kidding!!! Hahaha! I know, I know! I'm corny. I mean...duh. I eat corn anyway. Hahahahahahaha! Okay...that was so stupid. Anywayz...on with the story!

Stacy mumbled something in her sleep, waking Randy at the same time. Randy sighed deeply as his "girlfriend" was having another nightmare. He shook his head and wiped the sweat off her forehead before leaning down to give her a kiss. Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled her close, just to feel the warmth of her body. Never had he felt such feeling for a girl that way before. The feeling he had for Stacy Keibler was something undeniably different from what he felt towards other girls. For those other girls, he had only felt something never more than an infatuation but with Stacy? It was most definitely different. Was he in love with her then? That, he still wasn't sure how to answer however, he unquestionably cared too much for her.

Stacy whimpered once again in her sleep as Randy continued to utter soothing words and reminding her that he was just there. "It's okay, babe. I'm here. I'm here. You don't need to worry about anything. Ssshhh..."

He continued to watch her, fearing that something might happen if he fell back asleep.

"What the hell?! Open this door!!! I demand that you open this door!!!" the billion-dollar princess declared, banging her hand loudly on the wooden entrance as Amy, Trish, Chris, Matt and Jeff did the same. Their yells and hollers created such thunderous racket that it woke the sleeping Gus, letting him cry once again.

"Oh great!" Stephanie bellowed as she walked over to the baby, carried it and started humming a soft tune.

"Okay. Something is totally wrong here." Trish uttered.

"No duh, Trish." Stephanie sarcastically replied.

Amy sighed as the other three men continued to try and open the door. "Too many things happened tonight that I think I'm going crazy." She muttered.

The rain continued to pour harder as the electricity was out still. Not knowing what time it was, the six grew wary, impatient and even more confused to what was happening to them at that moment. Suddenly, the whole room felt skeptically cold as they looked around in bewilderment. Suddenly, from the darkest corner of the room where the bathroom was, a young woman in her early twenty's with long, flowing blonde hair and a tall, lean figure slowly approached them. She was clad in a white, old-fashioned nightgown with sleeves that reached her wrists. "The rain is awfully dreadful tonight." She spoke in such a soft, melodic voice that made Stephanie and the others jump. Like Alfred, she too, had an accent.

"Yeah, it is. Ummm...were you there the whole time?" Chris was the one gallant enough to reply.

"Oh yes, I was. I was watching you tend to Randall, my child." She answered.

"Then why weren't you tending to him a while ago when he was crying like crazy!" Amy bellowed with hands on her hips and an aggravated expression. "The poor thing was literally as red as a tomato!" she added as Trish nudged her to keep quiet.

The woman looked down with such sorrow in her eyes before looking back up and apologized so softly that the others could hardly hear her.

"Don't mind her. Lack of sleep can really cause such temper." Trish assured jokingly as Amy glared at her. "What's your name?" Trish asked.

"My name is Maria Christina Diora Devilan, daughter of Martin Devilan Sr." she replied. "Diora for short."

"Hey, Diora! I'm Trish. This is Amy and that's Stephanie." She introduced, gesturing to each woman as she mentioned her name. "This is Jeff, my boyfriend. That's Matt, Amy's fiancé and there's Chris, Stephanie's husband." She continued.

Diora smiled. "I'm so pleased to meet you all." She said in the same tender voice.

"You know? You look a whole lot like our friend." Trish mentioned, smiling as Diora smiled back.

"Uhhh...hey. Do you have any idea how we can get out of this room 'coz apparently, we're all locked in since about twenty minutes ago and we're really tired and we really need to sleep." Chris spoke before smiling. "Plus a lot of weird things have been going on lately. Our cellphones have no signal. The times we have either disappeared or stopped plus the fact that we got locked in," he continued.

Diora just stared at all of them.

Christian kicked the blankets off of him before standing up and stretching. For some odd reason, he had woken up. He turned to the other bed and found Tyson Tomko busy snoring as he chuckled and scratched his neck. Suddenly, a shadow of a man caught his eye as the figure continued to quickly pace in that particularly dark corner of his and Tyson's room.

"Who's there?" Christian asked but no reply came. "Jericho...is that you? Stop playing games man." Christian uttered while chuckling yet no answer still came. "Hey!" he called out, walking over to that corner when suddenly, the mysterious figure popped out. Christian literally jumped back, clutching his chest before sighing in relief. It was a man in his early twenty's with light brown hair and a well-built figure, clad in old- fashioned trousers and a plain dress shirt. "Oh...sorry, I thought you were my friend, Randy Orton. What are you doing in my room? Are you Alfred's Master Kouger?" Christian asked as the man seethingly glared.

"I must ask you never to call me that name again." He said in a very serious tone. "My name is Randall Siorpent, son of David Siorpent. And you are?"

"I'm Christian! Nice to meet you." He held out his hand to shake Randall's but Randall never returned the favor. Instead, he paced around the room, in search of something. "What are you looking for?" Christian then asked as he watched Randall open drawers of the dresser.

"A very important piece of parchment. I must find it before HE does."

"Who?"

"Never mind. Have you seen my beloved wife? Christina Diora?" Randall queried.

"Huh? Who?"

"Never mind that again. Christian...you must do me a favor and tell all your friends to leave immediately."

"What? Why? Now? It's the crack of dawn!"

"Exactly. Before you or any of your friends get into serious danger." He uttered.

"Okay...wait. Could you please explain me all of this? Why you're looking for something before that someone finds it? Why you're looking for your wife? Why you want me and my friends to leave?"

At that same time, Tyson Tomko awoke, hearing everything that Christian had said as Randall stared at the two of them.

"What? What's wrong?" Stephanie asked, placing the sleeping baby back down on the crib before Diora motioned for all of them to sit down, to be able to explain them everything that needed to be explained.

"This mansion has stood in these grounds for more than one hundred years." She started. "Many, many years ago, a very tragic event occurred, leaving this mansion as haunted as it is. Spirits roam these grounds, not able to rest in peace."

With that said, Trish flinched, holding Jeff's hand as well as Stephanie, who held Chris'.

Flashback:

Two best friends laughed merrily with each other while sipping goblets of expensive wine. Randall Siorpent, the wealthy owner of the grand mansion and his very best friend, Jason Kouger talked and joked around while attending another one of Randall's ballroom parties, which was held in his mansion as always. He watched as a lady, dressed in a blue, medieval gown smiled a captivating smile to one of her friends who had complimented her with her outfit, immediately catching his attention.

"I'll be back." Randall told Jason as Jason nodded and watched his friend leave, heading towards the pretty lass.

"Good evening, madame. May I have this dance?" Randall offered his arm as the beautiful lass smiled and nodded her head before taking Randall's offered arm. Together, they danced swiftly to the festive music while looking into each other's eyes. "May I have your name?" Randall queried.

"Diora. Christina Diora Devilan." She replied in her sweet, tender voice.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Devilan. My name is Randall. Randall Siorpent."

"The pleasure's all mine, Monsieur Siorpent." Diora replied.

And in that moment, the two knew that they had fallen completely for each other. That they were destined to be together for eternity and love each other unconditionally, 'til death do they part. And as they danced and looked into each other's eyes, someone from a far, watched them in pure loath, malice and jealousy, vowing to himself that one day, he would make Diora fall in love with him...not his best friend. That one day, he would be the one to have everything...not Randall.


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