Title: The Temple Grudge
Author: Jedi Keliam Kenobi
Summary: When a group of Jedi Padawans stay at the Jedi Temple on the night of hallows eve, they find themselves alone and in the midst of a grudge...PLZ R&R
Categories: Horror/Humor/Angst
Disclaimer: George Lucas, and Lucasfilm own any Star Wars characters recognizable. I am not making anything profitable of this story; it is for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Well this is my first fan fiction and after forty different times of rewriting this story I got it up and posted! Reading and reviewing would be much appreciated! Criticism is welcome in reviews, as long as there is no inappropriate material, such as cussing or harassing. Thank you all. UPDATE: I changed the story a bit so it has better spelling/grammar and the characters weren't as moody as before :) :)
Thanks to: My beta readers Wizgurl13, Madawg, and YodaLuvr417, George Lucas and all fan fiction writers, readers, and reviewers.


Italics equal stresses

Bold equals thoughts

Equals Master/Padawan bond


"Master?"

"Yes Anakin, what is it?"

"Are you sure I can't go out for a leelte bit, just to collect a few pieces of chocolate?"

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi smirked at his apprentice. "Anakin, the cute leetle tricks, you used to pull on your mother don't work on me. Yes, I am sure you can't go out, you are sick."

"Fine…. but Master it is Hallows Eeevvveeee! And all of the other Padawans are going! Master pleeeaaasssee…" Anakin Skywalker wailed. Giving a pathetic face. "Plus we never got to go candy picking on Tatooine… us slaves were forced to do hard labor, while getting beaten by whips and…" Anakin said sticking his lower lip out.

"Poor thing." Obi-Wan said with dry humor.

"But Mas…"

"Anakin Skywalker… My decision is final. Now, Lay down. Humans with the Ithorian flu do not need to be out getting CANDY. Especially young, naturally hyper Padawans."

" I'm not hyper…" There was an uncomfortable silence, as the two stared at each other. Anakin's face held utter dislike of the young Jedi Master and Obi-Wan's face was held calm and expressionless.

"I'm going to Yoda's to get some of his animal tail brew. Course it tastes like wampa poodoo, but it does make you feel better after you overcome the extreme nausea caused by the smell." The young master gave a smirk, as his Padawan groaned.


Anakin sat up in bed waiting for his master to return from the 'old green troll's' house. A creaking sound came from under the bed.

It was said by the older apprentices, that on Hallows Eve, all the dead Sith came to haunt the temple halls.

Maybe that's why everybody goes out. Oh no! What if a Sith comes here! Anakin shrunk back under his sheets and whimpered. His eyes peeked over the bantha wool covers. A dark figure was moving slowly in his room. He screeched.

"Ah! Help me Master there is a Sith in my room!" The Sith tripped on a nearby object and fell flat on its face, howling in pain.

"Anakin what in the name of the Force is the matter!" Obi-Wan hopped on one leg to the halo lamp and flipped it on.

"Master?" Anakin gulped. "I…I…I thought you were a Sith." Anakin grimaced knowing he was in for it.

"You thought I was a what? Anakin Skywalker you are out of your mind! There are no Sith in the Jedi Temple." Obi-Wan raised his voice slightly and looked down at thefrightened apprentice.

Anakin grimaced underObi-Wan's sharp gaze. "I am sorry master. The…the older Padawans told me that the dead...Sith haunt the halls every Hallows Eve night." Obi-Wan looked as he was going to lecture the Padawan, but instead sat down and pulled out a package with a horrible stench.

"Here try some of this," he said looking at Anakin whose nose was wrinkled in disgust. He pushed the spoon in Anakin's mouth before his Padawan could say anything. Obi-Wan felt pity for the boy. The face Anakin was making was funny, but Obi-Wan really did feel bad about feeding him this, but then again if it made his poor Padawan feel better then so be it. Nose scrunched up and eyes brimming with unshed tears of disgust, Anakin finished the bite.

After Anakin had a few more atrocious spoonfuls and his mouth was wiped, Obi-Wan asked the young boy if he wanted a story.

"No," came the solemn reply "I do not want to hear a story."

"I'm sorry."

"For what? For holding me back here and not letting me go candy picking? And feeding me Sith crap!"

" Sith crap is a bad word Anakin and no i'm sorry because you are getting a story anyway...you need one Anakin, otherwise you will be bored out of your mind." Anakin turned his head and crossed his arms.

"Anakin…"

"Fine!" Anakin huffed

"Good…. What story do you want me to tell?"

"A scary story."

"All right. I think I know just the one…"


12 years before…

"Come on Obi, stop being irritable." Bant sighed as she studied her friend. A short Padawan cut with curly ginger wisps along his brow, and a thin braid protruding out from under his right ear. Stormy green/blue eyes stared at her defiantly.

"I'm sorry Bant, I would not go and do such foolishness…ever." Obi-Wan Kenobi stated stubbornly. He looked over at his three friends. Bant, Garen, and Reeft had come to talk him into going candy picking with him and he had turned them down guiltily. He would not participate, and it was final. They would have to except that.

Banthuffed."You've been so by the book since Melida/Daan …" Bant whispered but quickly put her hand over her mouth in surprise. She hadn't meant to say that, it just popped out of her mouth!Melida/Daan was still a very fresh wound in Obi-Wan's heart. Obi-Wan grimaced then turned around, obviously hurt by her words, and walked away.

"Ohhhh good going hotshot! No he'll really go with us," Garen said after the hurt Padawan had left. Bant looked as she were on the verge of tears and Reeft's Dressilian face drooped even more so than usual.

"Maybe we should stay here with Obi-Wan. I mean his master being gone on a private mission and all, he'll be alone." Reeft paused waiting for Garen to object, but the boy was silent, so he continued " We're gett'n to old for candy pick'n anyway. What do you guys say? Bant? Garen?"

The sobbing Mon Calamarian nodded and looked over at Garen whose face held a sour and stubborn expression. The two other Padawans glared at him until he broke.

"Fine! I guess we'll stay here with Obi-Wan…but I really want some choclate." The latter was whispered and bant and reeft looked at him dissaprovingly.

"Garen sometimes I wonder about you." Reeft shook his head and then The three Padawans walked off, Garen muttering inaudible words.

But little did the unsuspecting Padawans know a dark, silver, figure watched them in the shadows with an expressionless face that quickly turned into an evil grin…


A/N: Okay there's more comin up! If you liked it review, if not...erm... please review :)also pleaselet me know if there is any way I could improve my writing.