(A/N: For some reason I just thought of that song by System of a down:

"Father, into your hands I commit my spirit

Father, into your hands why have you forsaken me?
In your heart forsaken me

In your thoughts forsaken me

In your eyes forsaken me...

I cry when angels deserve to die..."

Kind of ironic. Okay, on with the chapter.)

Richard slipped into the dark house, silently, hoping he would not be noticed. Ever since Hannah's sudden death and the discovery of both Rob and Lucy's bodies, the place had stayed almost completely deserted. After seeing the bodies for himself the day before, the house had seemed a lot more eerie, almost as though it was haunted...

He snorted and shook his head. Hauntings were made up mumbo-jumbo that people with nothing better to do talk about on a regular basis. At least, that's how he viewed it. There were no such things as ghosts, spirits, zombies, monsters, aliens, or non-fat burgers from Macdonald's. He believed that when you died, that was it. The end, end of story. No return whatsoever.

Walking down the halls was still a nerve racking experience for him though. Over the years, Richard had attempted to convince himself of many things, but some things had yet to be proven in order for him to believe. As the fear grew inside of him, he began to wonder why he had even come here to begin with?

Ginny. Yes, that was it. The Weasleys had called him twice already, demanding to know where the hell their daughter was. Not knowing was the worst feeling for him, especially when he had to repeatedly tell them that. "I don't know. She just vanished." It sounded so wrong to him. People don't just vanish into thin air. They just don't. After the bodies had been discovered, along with the jaw, he began to wonder if she was in the house somewhere. There was no doubt in his mind that if she wasn't then she was probably off taking care of herself and Molly Weasley was simply overreacting. However, if she still was inside of the house, he didn't hold much hope for her. Three people had already died mysteriously in there, and the best conclusion he could come to was it was some teens trying to pull a sick prank that got out of hand.

He knew that the teens in the area knew the stories about the house as well as anyone. They probably had heard a lot of things, and had pulled something that lead Rob, Lucy, and Hannah into fear great enough to send them into shock and eventually death.

If there was anyplace Ginny would be, assuming she was still in there, it would be in the upstairs. The phone had been dropped up there suspiciously, and he remembered talking to her right before she supposedly vanished. Unless, of coarse, if Hermione had used the phone, which would have changed things a bit. Something inside told him that she had not touched the phone, mainly because of the fact that they had found a message left on the answering machine.

Taking in a deep breath, he began to make his way up the stairs, shinning a flashlight down the halls. As he walked by the master bedroom, he felt a chill ripple down his spine, and he turned around to look. There was nothing in there that he could see, but he stepped in anyway. It'd be best to search this room now and get it over with. The shredded bed sheets had been cleaned off the floor, and the windows has been boarded up. A black cat sat on the floor, licking its paw, and he thought of when Ginny had mentioned seeing one. It was also, probably, the same one who had leapt out of the closet the other day. He stared at it for a moment and sighed.

"You sure seem to be giving people a hell of a lot of bad luck." The cat looked up at him and hissed, running away quickly. Richard snickered a little and turned back to the closet. He opened it and crawled through, into the attic. It was completely empty. The bodies had been taken away, along with the jaw, which was to be tested for dental records. As far as they knew, it didn't belong to any of the Raddici family since their jaws were still in place. He scoped the area for a long time before he finally gave up and turned back to the stairs.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and he got up, heading to the stairs to see a young woman with red hair making her way down them. She was staggering in a very strange way, leaning over unnaturally to one side with one step, and with the other, leaning in the over direction. It was almost as if she had no knees at all. He couldn't see her face, and when she turned to head down the second flight of stairs, her face was shadowed so he still couldn't see it. The clothes she was wearing were familiar to him, and he noticed the purse that seemed to dangle carelessly off her shoulder.

"Ginny?" he asked softly. She continued down the stairs and down the hallway. Richard followed her silently as she came to a second set of stairs that lead to the basement. It wasn't a dark and musty place. The Raddici's had made sure that it was redone before moving. Even the stairs had been redone and carpeted making them easier to climb down.

Richard walked over to the top of the stairs and noticed something dripping off one of the banisters. It was blood, most likely Ginny's. "Ginny?" he called a little louder. "What happened to you?" She stopped for a second, and looked up. He noticed for the first time how torn and ratty her hair was. The sleeves on her shirt were torn and blood flowed down her arms. Her jeans were torn up even worse. Her head moved shakily from side to side, almost like a robot when it malfunctions. Slowly, she turned so she was facing him, her head had dropped back down though, and her face was shadowed. From the front, she looked even more mangled, and he began to feel nervous. A silent voice was screaming in his head for him to run, and a red light seemed to go off. Still he stayed. She was his employee and he couldn't just leave her here.

Ginny slowly picked her head up and looked at him. What Richard saw made him loose his lunch all over the stairs. Ginny's lower jaw had been ripped off, chin and everything, and her tongue dangled down her chest. That alone gathered all his attention, and he didn't even notice her broken hand, her bloody nose, or the alarmingly large gash on her right knee. She stared a him, wailing loudly and unearthly, and he lost consciousness.

Hermione sat in a library, typing rapidly on the computer, putting in search engine after search engine, until at last she found a site with old newspaper articles. It had occurred to her, long before she was let out of the hospital that something about the house would be in the news if this had happened before. She was one hundred and ten percent convinced that something was haunting it, no matter what Richard told her. Strangely enough, there was nothing posted right away on the site about the house, or even about the strange sudden deaths of the Raddici family. She had to go back three years before she found anything.

There was an old picture of the house posted on there, along with the family who had lived there before the Raddici's. The family consisted of a husband, wife, son, and a cat. Hermione stared at the photos of the family and nearly fell over. The little boy in the photo, Corry Chang, was the exact same boy she had found taped up in the closet.

"What the?" she muttered. She scrolled down and read the article. The husband had apparently drowned his wife after beating her, followed by the boy, and somewhere in that timeframe, the cat also. She sat back and placed a hand over her mouth. It was too terrible. Who the hell would even do this and still live with himself? She read on and soon learned that that was not the case. About a day later the husband committed suicide in the same bathtub.

Something tapped her seat, and she nearly jumped a mile high. "Whoa!" said a familiar voice. "Easy there. You startle too easily." Hermione turned and her jaw dropped.

"Harry!" she cried and gave him a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you," he said with a smirk. "I kind of figured I would find you here."

"I haven't seen you in weeks!" she said softly. "What's new?"

"I came to tell you something," he said, his voice becoming graver. Hermione's smile faded and she looked at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Harry paused for a moment and then spoke. This was going to be harder to say than he had originally thought.

"Ginny's been found," he said softly. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Is she alright? Where is she?" Harry paused again.

"They're burying her in two days. She's dead."

It took a minute for Hermione to grasp that. For a while she thought she hadn't heard him right. Ginny dead? It couldn't be true.

"What? How? When? Where did they find her?"

"Richard was the first to find her, I think," he muttered. "His body was found along with hers. They've been murdered." Hermione's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Where did they find them?" demanded Hermione.

"In some old house..."

"The house?!" she nearly screamed. "What is with that house? That makes five victims now. Five!"

"Calm down," muttered Harry.

"Are you sure?" asked Hermione as the tears finally came. Harry nodded and gave her a hug.

"Oh, Hermione," he muttered and she began to sob.