Chris: Well, another chapter is finished, but first, I must give mourning to the death of two fics here that were especially great. The first was a classic, and that was the Diary of Erk. One of the best stories on , it was deleted because it didn't abide by the no-script-format rule. It's really sad that such a great story was deleted by that rule. And that rule struck down another story, this one aspiring to be one of the best, and it sure looked like it was going to be one. It was another journal-type story, but this time it was made by Priscilla. Boy, that story really made me laugh…So yeah, it's just horribly sucky that they had to get deleted. Stupid script-format rule.

Anyway…Let's get back to the story. Reader reviews and…That's it.

Lord Cynic: Hehehe, thanks for reviewing and…Yeah. Canas is smart.

The Karlminion: Glad you liked it.

Ice born warrior: Um…Matthew isn't in the bathroom…Apparently, some people missed it, but it was the guess, not Matthew, who went into the bathroom. Yeah…

The Winged Wolf: Hey, you're 12 now! Congrats! And stuff. And I wonder if 1-800-REV-IEW! is a real number. It probably isn't though…

montblancerk: Thanks for the compliment…And…Matthew x Priscilla was already out before I made it? Wow…I thought I was the creator of that pairing…Since it has really no factual or supporting evidence whatsoever. I just made Matthew x Priscilla because Priscilla needs another good ending.

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"So…Wait…Why are we heading for the cabin again?" Erk looked at Raven skeptically as they walked down the dusty road that led to a small cabin. Raven turned and glared at Erk.

"Because! All ghosts love to haunt cabins! They're old and spooky!"

"And the fact that we're bringing Serra isn't spooky enough?"

"Good point."

"I'm standing right here, you know! That was very rude!" Serra placed her hands on her hips and glared at Raven and Erk. They both backed away a little and gulped.

"Heheh, sorry about that, Serra." Erk coughed nervously and covered his mouth with his hands. Raven folded his arms and grunted. Canas and Priscilla looked at each other and shrugged. Now that this current matter had been resolved, they continued to head for the cabin. As they neared the cabin, dark clouds were gathering above them and the sky darkened.

"Whoa…That's creepy." Priscilla stared up at the sky and then back at the castle.

"What's wrong?" Raven looked at Priscilla and gaped at the landscape. Directly above them, tons of dark storm clouds were hovering, just waiting to unleash their wet payload on top of their heads. However, everywhere else, it was bright and sunny and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. "Oh…That damn ghost is just doing this on purpose. I know it." Raven shook his fist at the sky and tons of raindrops began falling on them.

"That was not a very logical or intelligent move, Raven!" Canas shouted at Raven as they ran towards the cabin, trying to avoid the dark rain cloud.

"Stuff it, Canas!"

Panting from the hard run, Raven threw open the door and everyone rushed inside. As soon as Serra, who was the last person it, stepped inside, the rain clouds disappeared and the sky became sunny again. Raven cursed and shouted at the ceiling.

"That's real funny! You ghosts are dead when I get my hands on you!" Raven turned for the door, which was still open, but when he reached it, it slammed into his face. He staggered back, holding a hurt nose. Erk and Priscilla were struggling to contain their chuckles while Serra couldn't hold it in and now was giggling uncontrollably. Canas was examining the door to see what made it close like that when he suddenly disappeared through a trap door on the floor. The door creaked shut as well and Serra looked to see what Canas was doing.

"Ah! Where's Canas?!" Serra shrieked when she noticed that Canas had disappeared.

"Don't be silly, Serra. Canas is right-Oh…He isn't there." Erk stopped chuckling long enough to notice that Canas had mysteriously vanished. "Uh oh…Where is he?"

"Hmm…We'll need to send out search parties to go find him! Maybe he left through the door!" Raven immediately took charge. "Well Erk? Who do you want to travel with?"

Erk looked at his choices. He definitely didn't want to travel with Raven, because one slip of the mouth could land him into the hospital. Traveling with Priscilla wouldn't be so bad, but he wasn't sure that Raven would really let him. Plus, Raven was cracking his knuckles and glaring at Erk. Erk quickly disposed of that choice and looked at Serra. He definitely did not want to search with her. For all he knew, Serra was going to get lost and he'd have to go searching for her somewhere.

"Hmm…Spending an eternity searching for Serra or getting creamed by Raven? Man…I need a way out…Hey! I've got it! Canas wouldn't leave…So there must a trap door around here! I just need to find it!' Erk grinned at turned to Raven. "Well…You see…" He leaped to his feet and started pounding on the floor. "Canas! Where are you?! I need to find your trap door too! Let me in!" His hand banged against a switch and a trap door opened from under him. "Yes!" Erk fell through the trap door, glad that he had escaped one of the most monumental decisions in his life.

"Erki! Don't leave me behind!" Serra leaped down the trap door after Erk, trying in vain to catch him before he fell. She too, fell into the trap door and followed Erk.

Raven and Priscilla stared speechlessly at the scene of events unfolding before them. "We are not going to fall down another trap door." Raven took a step forward, and triggered another trap door to appear from under them. Priscilla and Raven dropped down into the abyss and Raven had to appreciate the cruel irony of these spirits.

While Raven and his group had set off for the cabin, Hector and his group were descending a staircase down to the dungeons. Hector lit torches along the way, but instead of giving a feeling of warmth, they seemed to increase the amount of creepiness the stairway provided.

"You know? Why are all castle stairways circular like this? I mean, it's kind of annoying." Matthew grumbled as they continued down the stairs, going around and around. Oswin, who was behind Matthew, thought of the reason.

"Ah…It's because it'll be easier for the defenders of a castle to defend his position because of the narrowness and it would also allow the defender to use his sword hand for defending while the attacker would have to move a lot if he wished to use his sword hand." Oswin looked thoughtful.

"No kidding? Wow…" Matthew stopped for a moment to ponder it but Oswin's armor bumped into him and Matthew fell down the stairs. Everyone winced as they heard Matthew's screams and shouts of pain as he tumbled down the circular stairs.

"Ow! I'm okay, guys! Everything in my body hurts, though! Anyone of you got an Elixir?!"

"I've got one!" Hector pulled out a small leather canteen and tossed it down the stairs.

"Thanks Hector!" Matthew shouted his thanks when the elixir canteen thudded into his stomach. "OW! Dammit Hector!"

"Hehehe…Oops. Sorry 'bout that!" Hector and the rest of his motley crew finally reached the bottom of the staircase, where they met a very irate Matthew who was clutching his stomach.

"Stupid, idiotic morons who don't know how to hand over an elixir nicely…Ow…My poor stomach." Matthew groaned again as he walked back towards his place in the group.

"So…Lord Uther. What kind of things did you have in this dungeon?" Heath, who had finally woken up from being unconscious, looked at the lord of the castle.

"Well, I could tell you, but I think Hector can explain it better. He loved to study our dungeons."

"Well, okay. How about you, Hector?'

Hector grinned like a little kid. "Oh, we had so many cool things in here! There were the jail cells, the interrogation rooms, the detention center, the Pit, the execution chamber, the torture devices, and the booby traps!"

Dart spun to face Hector. "What was that last thing, matey?!"

Hector grinned sheepishly and scratched the side of his head. "Uh…Torture devices?"

"No, no matey. The one after that."

"Um…I don't remember saying anything after torture devices!"

"It was booby traps, wasn't it?" Merlinus quivered when he heard Dart say booby traps.

"Augh! Don't kill me! Take whatever you want!"

"Well, there's our brave merchant, Merlinus." Matthew looked dismally at the quivering figure on the ground. "So…I hope we didn't trigger any, did we?" As soon as he said that, a loud CLICK was heard. "Me and my big mouth."

Suddenly, spikes coated with blood popped out of the ceiling and walls.

"I remember this! We didn't want any of the prisoners to escape, so we put this device in! Hmm…In about a second, the walls should be closing around us." As soon as he finished his sentence, the walls moved in closer to crush them. "Yep, right on schedule. That was some really good architecture and machinery there." Lord Uther looked proudly at the walls, which were slowly moving closer.

"We're all going to die!" Everyone but Hector, Oswin, and Uther crowded in the center.

"Hah! Our armor will protect us! They can't crush this!"

"What about us?!" Merlinus's voice was almost a wail as he looked at Hector.

"Oh…Didn't think about that…Oh well. Sucks to be you!"

"HECTOR!" Matthew was going to throw a dagger at Hector's leg when he heard Legault yelling something behind him. He turned around and looked at Legault as if Legault had suddenly grown another head.

"3-PO! Where are you?! 3-PO! Come in, 3-PO! Come in! We need you, 3-PO!" Legault looked at everyone who was staring at him. "What?"

"Nevermind." Matthew sighed and looked on as the walls suddenly got closer and closer.

"Oh, okay then. 3-PO! Turn off the walls! 3-PO! We are in…Detention Block 4D! 3-PO!"

"Let's just ignore him and concentrate on our imminent deaths. We can only hope that the merciful St. Elimine will take pity upon our souls and rescue us from our plight." Matthew closed his eyes sand began to pray as the walls slowly moved closer. Everyone followed suit except for Legault, who was still shouting to 3-PO.

In another part of the dungeon, a secret panel in the ceiling opened and Canas plummeted through it. He landed on the floor with a thump and his monocle bounced off his face and landed nearby. "Oh dear…My monocle. I don't need it to see, but it completes my scholarly impression." He felt the ground with his hands and one of his hands brushed against a small button in the floor. He pressed it and was disappointed to find out that it wasn't his monocle. "Oh drat. I better search more, then."

Back to where, Hector and his group were, the walls suddenly stopped, and started moving back to their original positions. Everyone opened their eyes and cheered as they saw the wall moving away.

"We're alive!" Matthew celebrated his joy of living by pick pocketing Hector and stealing his cash.

"We're alive!" Hector, Oswin, and Uther celebrated by doing the Macarena. Don't ask. They were happy.

"We're alive!" Dart began singing sea shanties with Merlinus as they both did a little jig.

"We're alive! Thank god for 3-PO!" Legault jumped for joy and threw his eye patch in the air, revealing a perfectly good eye. "Oops."

"Legault…Why do you wear an eye patch when you don't need it?" Heath stared at Legault, who was chuckling embarrassedly.

"Um…Well, it just looked cool, okay?" Legault grinned and picked up his eye patch. "Even though I really don't need it for my Kakashi costume."

After the celebration, they all met up again. "So…Where do we go now?" Hector looked at the others.

"Well, just as long as we don't die, let's go searching for the ghost in the dungeon again!"

"Okay!" With that, Hector and his group headed off deeper into the dungeon, the first trap foiled. But who knows what other dangers and horrors lurk within the Ostian dungeons? And what about Raven's group? We have accounted for Canas, but what happened to the others? Where have they been transported in this crazy game of the ghosts?

"Geez, that was cheesy, Chris. You'll never be a good ending writer." Athos grumbled as Chris finished reciting the ending of a small story that he had written.

"Aw…You suck." Chris began erasing the draft and started to think of different ideas.

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Chris: No, that isn't the ending. Why? Because that's a cheesy, half-assed ending that sucks. But since this story is also entered in my club's reflection contest, that's going to be the ending for my entry. A really sucky ending. But this is not the ending for my story. No way. I still have too many things I want to put in it before I quit. So yeah.

Mia: Hmm…Since 1-800-REV-IEW! gave a Swedish number, what about 1-800-R&R-NOW! That works, I guess.