Nice: Whoa! How long has it been since I updated this story? October? Sorry for the very long wait. I got caught up in all of my other stories and this one just fell by the wayside. But I'm updating this and Fight the Bad Guys! First before I update my other fics, okay?

Bakura: This chapter my be pivotal or not, that's up to you decide.

N: That's right. I may end this in a few chapters. But does any one want me to do a sequel to this fic? FBG is going to have one so I guess it is only fair to let this one have a sequel also. Tell me in your reviews! Now do the disclaimer!

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Ch. 3: The evil playmate

Wicker Village, 1737

Jon Fier sighed as he shifted his position in the carriage. His father, Edward, was right next to him driving the carriage. He had an excited glint in his eyes that scared him.

'I wonder why Papa is like that?' thought Jon.

"We're almost there, my son," said Edward, surprising Jon.

"Almost where?"

"Almost to Wicker, the village of our ancestors. Soon Joseph Goode will pay. Vengeance at last! Revenge will be so sweet!"

'Revenge for what? Who are the Goodes? They haven't done me any harm,' thought Jon. ' We've come to this village seeking vengeance. Everything that Papa does is out of revenge. Maybe…. Maybe Papa's crazy?'

Jon shook his head. 'How can I think such things about my own father!'

Edward, in excitement, snapped the reins of the two horses, urging them to go faster.

"Edward!" cried a voice from the back of the covered carriage. "The girls and I are being tossed around!"

"I don't mind Mama," said a small, younger sounding voice. "It's kinda fun!"

"Fun, fun!" said an even smaller voice.

The voices belonged to Jon's mother Irene and Jon's little sisters: Abby and Rachel.

Edward groaned and slowed down. Jon turned around to face his mother.

"Mama, Papa said we are almost there," said Jon.

"Thank goodness! I was getting stiff and Rachel was getting restless," replied his mother.

"This is strange," said Edward. Jon turned back around quickly to face his father.

"What is strange?" he asked.

"We are almost to the village, yet I have yet to see anyone on this road or have I yet to hear anything."

Edward was right. As Jon listened carefully, he heard nothing. Not a dog bark. No bird sounds, no human voices.

"Hey! Let's ask that man who is sitting under the tree," said Irene pointing to a man sitting under a tree.

"Excuse me!" called out Edward, "Hey Sir! We need to ask you something!"

The carriage neared to man. Suddenly, Jon smelled something foul. He quickly covered his nose.

"Sir! Sir- OMG!" cried out Irene. The carriage had reached the man. The strong smell was coming from him. It was coming from him because the man was dead and decaying. He had been dead for a long time. Jon could see that he was wearing very rich clothes that looked baggy on him because the bones were showing. The man skull, grinned back at them.

Jon started to gag. Irene covered the eyes of the two girls who had appeared at her side. Edward turned away and snapped the reins and the horses galloped away to the village at top speed.

'Why would the villagers leave a corpse out like that? Was it a warning?' thought Jon.

They had entered the village and Jon had gasped. The village was barren and there were skeletons lying on the ground. It seemed like the villagers had dies where they had stood. There was still a man in the stocks. His eyes were open but empty.

'What has happened?' wondered Jon in horror.

Edward had stopped carriage in the middle of the square. "Jon, you are coming with me to investigate the village. Girls, stay in the carriage." Edward jumped down and started to walk to an inn.

"But Papa! I wanna go too!" whined Abby, her brown hair falling forward.

"No you can't go Abby. You are a girl and you are nine years old," scolded her mother.

"I'm only three years younger than Jon!"

"You still don't understand…"

Father and son had left Abby talking with her mother. They had walked to the inn. There were bodies in there. One was still at the table with rotting food in front of it and a fork still in its hand.

Edward passed the bodies and walked where the mail was. He looked through them and gasped.

"What is it Papa?" asked Jon.

"It's nothing. Let's go outside. We have somewhere to go." Edward walked out of the death filled inn with Jon following closely behind.

They got into the carriage. Irene looked at their sullen faces. "Well? What did the innkeeper say?" she asked.

"Mama…There is no inn keeper…" said Jon.

"What? Where is he then?"

"He's…dead Mama."

Irene gasped.

The carriage suddenly stopped at large house.

"Edward why are we here? Everyone is dead, maybe the Goodes too. Let's leave this cursed place. I fell that something bad will happen if we stay here too long!" cried Irene.

Edward ignored her and walked to the house. Jon followed his father. "Papa…Who are the Goodes? What have they done to us? Why are we in this dead village?" asked Jon unable to keep his questions to himself.

"Our family used to live in this village. My grandfather Ben and his brother were righteous men. But that caused their downfall," said Edward.

'How' thought Jon.

"Witches were discovered in Wicker. My grandfather tried them and had them burned! Two witches, Selene and Mary Goode, were found guilty and were burned at the stake."

"He b-burned p-people?" stuttered Jon.

"Not people-Witches! Vile, evil creatures who cursed people!"

Jon said nothing but couldn't shake the thought of women being burned alive.

"Michael Goode thought that his wife and daughter were innocent. He came after us and bewitched my aunt into loving him by pretending a young man. He killed my mother and grandfather. I found my great uncle and his wife behind a brick wall. I heard the Goodes had a son named Joseph so now I'll…" Edward trailed off.

'So now you will cause him suffering,' thought Jon.

"They had entered the house. "Stay here," ordered Edward as he starched the house. After an hour, Edward let out a howl.

"No I can't believe it! That plague killed everyone in Wicker, but the Goodes have escaped!"

After awhile, Edward cooled down. Irene and the girls had entered the house. "Family, we are staying here for awhile and then we are head out." He left no room for a decision.

A few weeks later

The Fiers had made the house their new home. Abby found a white and blue kimono with a blue bow. She claimed it as here own. She put it on and ran to show her father, who only smiles when Abby is around.

One day, Jon saw Abby walking to the village.

"I hope you aren't going to the village by yourself!" said Jon.

"Well, if you go with me, I won't be alone," said Abby.

Jon sighed and followed his sister. They had soon reached the village. Abby didn't gag or cry at the sight. She stopped at a body of a baby.

"It doesn't seem right to just leave it out like this Jon. Let's find a box to put it in and bury it," she said.

"Oh sure. You find a place to bury it and I'll get a shovel and a box," said Jon.

Soon, Jon had found box and a shovel. But Abby was no where to be found.

"Where is she?"

Then, Jon heard laughter. He followed it to the graveyard. There he found his sister playing with an unknown girl. The girl had curly black hair and grey eyes. She had a high bell- like laugh.

Jon watched as the girl took Abby's hand and led her through the graves. They stopped at a grave. The girl bent down and tugged open a coffin. She stepped in and held out her hand.

Abby grabbed it.

As Jon watched in horror, the girl yanked Abby into the grave and closed the lid.

Jon screamed in horror as he ran to save his sister. He reached the grave and the lid popped open and a laughing Abby came out.

In anger, Jon grabbed his sister's hand. "Come we are going home!" He practically dragged Abby.

"But I wanna play with Anna more!" cried Abby.

Jon glanced back at the girl. Something seemed off about her. 'Am I afraid of a little girl?' thought Jon.

The two siblings didn't tell their parents what had happened. But the next day, Anna had appeared at the house.

"Can Abby come to my house?" she asked Edward.

"May I , Papa?" pleaded Abby.

"Don't let her go, Papa," said Jon. But Edward ignored him and said yes. The two girls bounded off.

Jon looked after his sister as she walked away. Anna turned to look at Jon and gave him an evil smirk that put a chill down his spine.

Morning turned to Afternoon and Afternoon turned to evening and Abby still hadn't come home.

"I'm going to go look for her," said Edward. He grabbed a lantern and walked out the door.

Soon as Edward was gone, Jon turned to his mother. "Mama, I must go with him."

"Okay. Be safe."

Jon followed his father as he called out, "Abby! Abby come home!"

Then there was a familiar bell-like laugh.

Edward turned to the direction of the laugh. "Abby? Is that you?"

Jon had figured out that was not his sister's voice. Edward started to walk to the village, following the laugh.

The laughter stopped when Edward reached the graveyard. Then a soft voice rose from the darkness. "Can Abby come to my house?"

Edward followed the voice through the graves, Jon close behind.

"Can Abby come to my house?"

Edward had stopped at a grave. The lantern illumined the name on the marker.

ANNA GOODE

"Nooo!" gasped Edward.

Jon was shocked. Anna wasn't alive. She was dead. But still she called.

"Can Abby come to my house?"

Abby's little playmate, calling and giggling from the grave.

Edward's lantern lit up the marker next to it.

ABBY FIER

Edward dropped to the ground and started to dig.

"Abby! Daddy's coming!" cried out Edward.

Jon ran up and started to claw at the dirt too. The grave was shallow so they reached the coffin quickly.

Edward shoved Jon out of the way and yanked up the lid. Inside lay little Abby. Her hands and her face were blue. She was dead.

Edward let out an anguished cry. "The Goodes shall pay! Curse them! Curse them!" Then Edward broke down and started to sob. "Abby…Abby…Why her?"

As hard as they tried they couldn't block out Anna Goode's gleeful laughter.

"Abby came to my house! Abby came to my house!"

Kaiba stopped and took a breath. "Anna Goode's spirit carried out the curse of the Fier's by dragging Abby Fier to her house, the house of the dead. With this our family found out that the Goode doesn't have to be alive to hurt us."

"That spirit manipulated Abby's trust and killed her!" said Tea.

"Did the Goode's the cause of that plague in Wicker?" asked Yugi.

"It seems that Michael cursed the village as well. Killing nearly all of its villagers."

Yami looked at Kaiba. Kaiba looked sickly and pale.

"Kaiba, are you alright? You look sick."

"I'm fine. Now we get to the most terrifying parts of my family's history. These next two stories finish out Jon's experience with this curse and to a Fear you all know very well…"

"Simon Fear," said Joey.

"And Me and Mokuba. So now the story picks up six years later in a city north of the old capital, Kyoto…"

To be cont.

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