Insane-san says: Well, I'm finally updating. I will ask for five more reviews for this chapter before I update once more. Don't wait for someone else to review. If you read this chapter, REVIEW IT. Tell me what you think. The faster they come, the sooner I shall update. If you haven't read my other fanfictions yet, you should read and review those too. Okay? Okay. Without further delay, I present the next chapter. Enjoy, my dears.

Post Script: I am going to New York City for a week on Friday, and in that time I will not have a computer, and even if I did, I don't think I would update. Of course. -grin- I'll be having fun on my freezing cold vacation. Good luck to me! Maybe I'll find a boyfriend. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH...hah.

Day One.

Careful not to trip in the darkness, Kagome trotted down the hallway once more. She wondered for a moment where the tall man who walked her in went. Pondering on that for too long, she grew uneasy. She wanted nothing more than to leave that building and start her vacation.

"The sooner the better." She repeated in a murmer to comfort herself.

The stickiness of the floor passed, and after minutes that felt like hours, she arrived at the front door. She smiled and heaved a sigh of pure relief. She opened the clear front door and saw the tall man in a short, black bus, staring at her. She blinked slowly and walked towards the bus. The man said nothing. He simply sat in the driver's seat and stared straight forward. Kagome opened the passenger seat door and strapped herself in. She curled a black lock of hair around her fingers and wet her lips. She glanced to the back of the bus and saw her suitcases.

"So you're gonna take me to the mansion, right?" She asked with a weak smile. The man gave no indication that he had heard her, and began driving down the busy road. The drive was long and boring with nothing to do but stare out at the blurry land that passed by. Kagome thought of the tour spots she had read about in some of the traveling booklets on her way down. She thought it would be fun to visit some of the spots, but she knew she would be too busy relaxing and being free in her own mansion.

Kagome swept her eyes over her driver. He seemed to hit every bump and hole in the road.

More time passed and the hard black seat wasn't as comfortable as it had been. "Are we there yet?" Kagome asked, clearing her throat after she spoke. "Yes." He said with a sniff. Kagome whipped her head forward as they descended a hill and saw an enormous mansion. Brown brick with black rooves and window shutters. It was huge. A castle, just for her. Angry green vines stretched up along the outside. Fresh-looking grass surrounded the house as well as acres around as if it hadn't been touched in years; Tall and flowing with the beat of the wind. Grassy hills rolled as far as the eyes could see. The grass in the wind made the hills seem alive and moving. Kagome's heart skipped a beat at how wonderful it looked.

The bus stopped at quite a far distance from the mansion. The driver did nothing but sit there so Kagome got out. She took a giant gulp of clean, cool air and walked to the back of the bus. She took out her suitcases and waved a goodbye to the man. She secretly hoped she would never have to see him again. She watched with a strange pange of panic as the bus drove away. She was alone, now. For a moment, she thought she heard the man laughing. But then if faded all too quickly and she blamed her imagination. She bit down a shiver, turned, and began walking towards her new home. 'For a month, anyway...' She said to herself saddly.

Grass soon touched dark, brick pathway. Her shoes rubbed away old brick and she listened to the steady clacking of her suitcase wheels against the path. With each step, it grew harder and harder for her to move. She was in such awe of the whole place. That cool breeze that seemed to never end brushed against the shutters and made them flap around. She smiled and stared at the four doors in front of her.
'Must have been a busy place, to have four doors like that. Everything's so beautiful and old-looking...' Kagome sighed through her nose and grasped one of the rusted, chipped door handles. Before opening the door, she smoothed her thumb over the handle a few times. The rust and dirt ebbed away to reveal a shining silver handle. Kagome held back a gasp.

She made a mental note to do some cleaning while she was there. Finally getting over the questions she had for the mansion's past, she pulled on the handle. With some effort, she got the door open. She snorted air out of her nose as a cloud of dust crashed into her. She coughed a few times and rolled her suitcases into the doorway. She waved her arms to clear the dusts but only made it worse. She turned to close the door only to find it was already closed. A confused glint covered Kagome's eyes and she frowned. 'That's funny...Must have been the breeze. But those doors are heavy.' Kagome swept her fingers over her nose to wipe dust off. 'But I didn't even hear it close.'

Shrugging it off, Kagome looked around. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and dirt and who knew what else... She wrinkled her nose. "Why is everything so dirty?" She huffed outloud. "This is supposed to be a vacation house, for goodness' sake!" She crossed her arms and glared around. Her eyes snapped open. "That driver. He must have dropped me off at the wrong place!" She stomped her foot.

"STUPID OLD MAN! How could he do this to--" A loud rumbling cut Kagome off completely. Her heart leapt to her throat and she looked around. It was coming from one of the floors above. It was as though something heavy was being pushed across the ground. She swallowed and nearly fell over on her suitcases. Her lips parted as the sound grew nearer. The scraping grew. She was too nervous to call out in question as to who was in this house other than herself. Louder and closer it came. She sniffed dust out of her nose and drew her hands up to her face.

Her pupils shrank.

Nearly fifteen feet in front of her was a staircase. At the top of the stairs was a coffin. It was standing upright. It shook and then it was still. Kagome could see no one by the coffin. It was moving on its own. "Wh-" Kagome's voice cracked as the lump in her throat overwhelmed her voice. "Who's there?" She called out. No reply. The coffin tilted forward just slightly. Then, it fell on its front and came sliding down the stairs at full speed. Just before jumping out of the way, Kagome looked at the top of the stairs. No one was there. She landed on her stomach and felt air slamming out of her lungs. She rasped and stood shakily. She turned around with a stumble and saw the coffin on its face where she had been standing. It had left her suitcases on their sides. Taking a closer look, the coffin had made a dent in the front door.

She took a brave step forward and looked over the coffin. It was dark brown and had deep, evil-looking slash marks in the wood. Someone had apparently not liked the person who was resting in the coffin. Or something, rather, because it just wasn't possible that any human could have made those gashes. Kagome felt tears come into her eyes and she tried to suck air in her forcefully emptied lungs.

"Okay. I'm leaving. Right now. I'm going to leave. Then, I will walk back to that building and give that old coot a piece of my mind." Kagome forced herself to step over the coffin and get her suitcases. She, with horrible force-of-mind, grabbed hold of the coffin and pushed it back so she could leave through the door she had un-stuck. She grabbed the handle and pulled. It wouldn't open. She tried pushing it. It remained tightly in place. She tried back and forth with much of her strength, but the door would not open. She repeated the process with each of the other doors. None opened.

Kagome whined and walked through a doorway to her left. It was a reading room. Many dusty bookshelves lined the walls. Couches that were once beautiful and red were now old, shedding, and brown with dust and grime. Wood flooring was nearly all covered in a regal-looking rug. She stepped carefully on the rug and made her way to the only window in the room. She grabbed the latch and tried with all of her strength to pop it open. It remained in place. When that wouldn't work, she grabbed random books. In a flurry of panic, fear, and determination, she flung them at the window. Partly to take her anger out on it, and partly to break it open.

Getting smarter, she then grabbed a black chair in the corner of the room and slammed it against the window. Tears screamed to spill out of her eyes when the whole chair crumbled and fell to pieces. "Rotting piece of trash!" Kagome hissed with hate. "Whoever's playing this trick on me is going to die. What is this, hidden camera?" She whispered, trying to shout out but failing. She pounded her fists against it but the glass wouldn't break. She swallowed and picked up what looked like a steel end table. She slammed it continually against the window. Then she dropped it. It wouldn't open. It wouldn't break. She was trapped. Something told her that no other door and certainly no other window would open for her.

Kagome sat slowly in one of the old couches. A cloud of dust swirled up around her and then settled back down. A tear slid down her dusty cheek and remained at her neck. Something was building in Kagome's mind. Like a puzzle that was piecing itself together all on its own. Sango and Miroku had been so worried. More than they would have been. And Miroku said he didn't think she was "that kind of girl." The building she went to to sign the papers wasn't a happy, bright place. It was dark and made her ill. The tall man probably really did have red eyes. Naraku...Naraku had her sign those papers making him not responsable if anything harmful should happen to her.

Clearly it wasn't a vacation trip. It was some kind of sick, scary place that she would have to live in for a very long time.

"Oh, God...Oh, God." She shook her head slowly, unable to get over the shock. This was real. Nothing moved that coffin. It had moved on its own. And someone...Someone didn't want her to leave that mansion. "Please, no...Please..." She smoothed her hands over her face and allowed tears to come out of her eyes.

She breathed steadily and sat up. She had to get through. She wouldn't give up. If she did, she might not survive. She stood and walked out of the reading room. Something pointy carressed the back of her neck and slid down to the middle of her back. Kagome gasped and her hair stood on-end. She spun around and grabbed her neck. No one was there. She rubbed her neck and breathed through her teeth.

"Who's there?" She called out, regaining her confidence at that act of indignity towards her. "I said who's there!" She yelled. A book fell of its shelf. To Kagome, that meant she needed to switch rooms. So she did. She walked out of the reading room and back to the main hall. She stopped and paced a bit. She didn't want to go upstairs because that was were the coffin fell from. If there was one coffin, there might have been more. "Up stairs is out...It's out...Kitchen? Yes, kitchen...I should find the kitchen." She continued murmuring to herself as she moved quickly through the mansion looking for the kitchen. She stumbled here and there, looking through every door and doorway. She walked down stairs and up stairs everywhere. Then, she found it.

"Finally..." She sighed. "Stupid, nasty room. You'd better be full of food." She got half a leg through the door when she heard a familiar sound. Her cell phone was ringing. Her eyes widened and she pulled it out of her pocket. She opened it.

"Hello?"
"Ms. Higurashi. Yes...How are you doing?"
"You! Naraku! What do you think this is, some kind of--"
"Shhh. Now, now. You mustn't yell in there, I'm sure you remembered... You could wake the sleeping."
"The...sleeping...? Hey, wait! That's not import--"
"Hahahah. Important? Of course it is. As I said, you could wake the sleeping. And that would be very unfortunate this early into the project. It wouldn't be beneficial on my part, of course. But then...It wouldn't be beneficial to you either, would it, Kagome?" He chuckled lowly. Kagome's eys narrowed. "Listen, things are going on here, okay?" She took a deep, shaky breath. "A freaking coffin fell down the stairs. All slashed up...I just got away in time. Then it was like someone touched--"
"How very sad. It seems the sleeping have awoken then...You shouldn't have been so loud."
"What! Hey, I need to get ou--"
"I will be calling you to check up every now and then, so keep your phone with you. Make sure to keep it away from you-know-who's reach..."
"You-know-WHO? Who would THAT be? And why should I keep my phone out of--"
"Hm...Well, you know him. Being the dedicated fan you are...He likes to break things. Throw them, take them apart...Ah, I've also discovered that he's interested in electric things. He could take your phone apart...And wire it to a chair somehow to electricute you to death. It would be...Fascinating..." Kagome was lost for words. "I've been carried off...My sincerest apologies. I really must go. Good luck."

Kagome heard the drawl of the dial tone and she failed to notice her mouth was hanging open.

She folded her cell phone and put it back in her pocket. "The sleeping have...awoken?" She glanced over her shoulder and then walked in the kitchen. It was huge with multiple everything. She smiled and stroked a finger over a dirtied silver countertop and stared at the fat clump of dust and grease. She sighed saddly and flicked it off the best she could. She examined everything from ovens to cabinets to droors and found no food at all. Then something caught her eyes. One of the lower cabinets was open slightly. All of the cabinets she had looked through she made sure to close. "Guess I forgot you. Please be full of food!" She said as she walked towards it. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open.

Blood poured out and splattered on the floor along with several un-recognizable heads. They were torn and ripped and bone was poking up all around. Hair had been removed as if it were sheared like sheep wool. The smell of rotting human flesh and blood exploded in Kagome's face and she wretched. She surpressed a scream, threw her hands over her mouth and ran backwards.

She wretched again and ran to a bucket on the floor. She picked it up and vomited in it.

She pushed the bucket away when she was finished and sat there, breathing smoothly through her nose. She found the strength to look up to the window behind her and saw blood covering it. It was fresh. It dripped down slowly and covered her view. The last thing she saw before the window was completely red was a figure standing far away in that tall, swaying grass. She saw white hair, flowing in the never-ending breeze. And then it was gone. She shuddered and stood. She looked at the cabinet that was full of heads and saw that they had disappeared.

They were gone. There was no blood. She shot her gaze to the window and didn't see any blood.

The sun had disappeared and all that remained was a dark orange light tinted with purple.

Kagome clenched her fists and pressed them to her stomach. Exhaustion took over in place of her illness and her eyelids drooped. She walked out of the kitchen. She walked and walked and decided on going up a flight of stairs. When she got to the top, the went in the first room that drew her attention. A red door so tall it touched the ceiling. It had an enormous black doorknob and black bolts framing it. She stumbled towards it mouthing meaningless words and opened the door. She walked in the room and payed no attention to her surroundings. She didn't care about her suitcases and she didn't care about changing or getting washed up. She layed down in a huge, dusty bed and fell asleep.

The image of the figure with white flowing hair remained burned in her mind.

Insane-san says: If you think heads is mild, I'm gonna add more gore...I like gore. Ya know, I keep thinking this rating should go up. It might get worse in the future. Tell me what you people think in your reviews... So ah...Wish me a good trip or something. o.o See you people when I get back. Later!