Haunted

Summary: Dewey, Ned, and Pat (she's less evil now, kay?) need their space. So, a new practice/after-school-program place is retrieved. But, the... 'tenants' of the new rock site may not be too happy about this... While the band figure out their own teen lives, they might just have to figure out their guests' as well...

((Hey everyone. A bit different than my other stories. I know. Tough. Hope at least some of you guys find this interesting!! R&R- constructive critisism welcomed, but flamers stay away!!))

Disclaimer: I claim that this disclaimer claims that this chapter and all others after it are hereby disclaimed by the claim that I STILL do not own anything/any one/ any part of School of Rock and/or its story, TLC or its shows, and etc... all I own are the ghosties. hehehe

This story is dedicated to 'Cindy' and 'Anna', the two coolest ghosts out there... if they really are out there...

Chapter One: Number 13 Old Street

"God, Dewey..." Freddy, the usually eccentric, 16 year old drummer, stated as the band got out of Dewey's famous Van. The bands' faces were similar to that of Freddy's statement. Every one looked skeptical up at the old, three-story building that looked like it would crumble apart by just a mere touch.

"Number thirteen, Old Street..." Summer, equally shocked, double checked the address.

"Well the street name certainly fits." Alicia tried to lighten up the mood. It didn't work.

"Dude- it's like, the only building on this street. The street is probably named after the building itself." Zack said in disbelief.

"Thirteen is an unlucky number..." A worried Katie spoke superstitiously.

Dewey rolled his eyes and tried the optimist approach, "Oh, come on, you guys! This is our new building thing we're talking about!! Look at it- three floors of pure rockness!!! Well... we can only use the first floor... the other two are kinda unstable, so said the guy who sold us the place..."

"Oh, great!" Eleni exclaimed. "Now we have to worry about the roof falling down on top of us, too! Great! Just great!"

"Why couldn't we just stay in your apartment?!" Billy complained. Dewey sighed.

"Look... little dudes," He began- but from the glaring stares of the 16-year olds, he rephrased after an eye roll, "Big dudes, then. Kay? Me, Ned, and... erm... Patty need our apartment space! Plus, the whole after school program is growing! We needed a bigger space!"

"Why here?!" Tomika interrupted.

"Cause it's the only thing we could affor-ord!!!" Dewey shouted, lightly whacking Summer on the back of the head.

"Don't you dare blame me for this thing, Dewey!! I had no idea you were even making us move until you told the rest of the band!" Summer argued.

"Oh..." Dewey winced. "Right...Oh! Come on, guys! As soon as we fix it up a little bit, it'll be just fine!"

Sighs and eye rolls waved through the band.

"Fine..."

"Whatever."

"Okay, why not?"

"It's not like we have a choice..."

"Yeesh, you guys!" Dewey complained. "Your teenage 'I hate all things that seem blah' attitudes are starting to annoy me! Can't you just pretend you like it?!"

"Dewey. This has nothing to do with our teenage 'I hate all things that seem blah' attitudes. This has to do with us in a falling apart danger zone trying to rock." Gordon pointed out.

"Whatever! Let's just go inside, kay?!" Dewey stormed.

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To be completely honest, Tomika knew that it wasn't that bad on the inside. Sure, the walls had water stains and the wooden floor boards creaked a bit, and the steps were off limits, but the basic gist of it was indeed bigger and better than Dewey's apartment had been. There was one big room when you first walked in. A hallway lead to the stairs, and 4 smaller rooms branched out of the first one.

There was space to rock, space to store, and space to just chill. Tomika knew it was wrong to complain, but they had practiced at Dewey's ever since 5th grade! This place wasn't bad or anything. It was just... different. And old. And Tomika definitely wouldn't want to be stuck here at night during a thunderstorm.

She looked at Alicia and Marta, who had been walking around with her, exploring their new territory.

"It's not half bad." Tomika stated, shrugging.

"Yeah... it's not Dewey's apartment, but it's not bad..." Marta agreed. Alicia gazed around suspiciously.

"Yeah... I guess... Number 13 Old Street, huh? There's something about the place that just gives me the creeps..." Alicia grimaced.

"I know what you mean. I guess it's just because the place is, what? 120 years old, did Dewey say? I'm sure we'll get used to it..." Tomika tried to comfort her friend.

Alicia, however, still looked untrusting. She shrugged and with a blank expression replied, "Yeah... sure..."

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"Woooo, Katie! The boogeyman is going to come!!" Freddy teased in his best spooky voice, causing Katie to roll her eyes.

"Shut up, Freddy..." She replied back as she, Freddy, Zack, and Lawrence all walked into the bigger of the four connecting rooms- which would become the future reck room for the bands' new practice space.

"Hey," Freddy pondered, walking towards the dusty, rectangle windows, "you know, once we get some suitable furniture in here, this wouldn't be a bad place to take Courtney alone and-"

"Ugh! Please! Stop right there!" Katie demanded, shielding her eyes from her imagination.

"Too much information there, bro..." Zack added.

Freddy sighed. "You're right. Besides... according to the wonderful room plans of TLC's very own Billy, Eleni, and Michelle- it's gonna have a billiards table, foosball table, food cabinet and fridge, and pinball machine. Only with bean bags as furniture- and believe me. Bean bags are not the best to-"

"Get a clue Freddy, 'cause we've already solved the fact that we do not want to hear every intimate detail between you and your mega-snob girlfriend!" Katie cried.

Freddy sneered, but before he could say anything back, Lawrence stopped him.

"She's right. Now shut up and let us look around." Lawrence spoke.

"You have to admit, though." Zack said after a minute. "This place is pretty creepy."

The others nodded.

"I told you the number 13 is unlucky." Katie accused.

"No," Zack whispered, looking around. "Thirteen isn't unlucky. I just think this house is..."

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"Come to me my rocking minions!" Dewey called throughout the first floor. "We got a lot to do! The other van with our stuff is here, so get your punk asses out there and let's get rolling!"

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Six hours later...

"We're done!!!!" Marco exclaimed, falling to his knees, his arms up in triumph.

The bare walls of all five available rooms were filled with posters, photos, records, and memorabilia of all the great bands and the School of Rock itself. The reck room now had a big screen, stereo system, a few rugs, as well as the other things planned. The storage rooms held the extra instruments, microphones, and equipment proudly, and the new Food Room held two fridges, as well as bookshelves stored with food instead, and of course, a long table with chairs. The newly proclaimed 'technology room' held three phones (Band line, after-school program line, and general line), a long desk with two computers (as well as Gordon's ever faithful laptop), and books, manuals, and more.

The jamming room (the large, first room) only held a few chairs in a circle, a few rugs, the drum kit and keyboard, and a few tall, decorative lights and extra stuff. All that was needed were the mikes, guitars, and people, and the large room would finally look its meaning.

"Dewey- next time you plan to remake a place, call in Trading Spaces, will you?!" Freddy moaned.

"They only do one room, you loser. Plus, who would trade with us?" Summer pointed out.

"At least it looks better..." Marta sighed.

"Yeah, well, Dewey. I kinda have a life and I need to take it away from here before I have a melt down."

"Yeah- and food wouldn't be so bad, either."

"I second that notion!"

"Take us home now, pleeeease!!"

"Okay, okay! Come on!... Everybody take a key, everybody in the Van!! Okay... we're leaving now... yeah... buckle up...I'm happy... I like our new place a lot you know... yeah..."

"Dewey, shut up and drive."

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