Author's Notes:

I never write about Dib, and decided to give him his own one-shots. These will be Dib focus. Some may be pointless, but I'm trying to get a feel for his character.
Please leave a review and tell me what you think

Haunted

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Stressed

Voices

File 27: Widow's Woods

Under the full moon for one night alone a small farmhouse appears. Sightings have been reported, but upon approaching, it vanishes from sight. Within this cemetery, sightings of a woman in white have been seen. Many different levels of activity have been reported.

The night air chilled his skin; snow fell upon his head as he stared down the dark path. The narrow path of dirt and rocks would barely allow his form to fit. He sneezed and groaned as white icy flurries fell from the sky. Pulling his black trench coat closer to his form, he glanced down at his sister. Her eyes were glued to the Gameslave that she lovingly took everywhere with her. The volume was turned down and the light from the screen illuminated their position in the darkness. He sighed and watched his breath float away in a shade of white upon the icy air.

"Are you ready Gaz?" Dib questioned with an excited grin.

"Why am I doing this again?" Gaz questioned without missing a beat on her game.

"Because I offered to do your chores," Dib replied with flat look.

"You do them anyway," Gaz mumbled with a smirk.

"You need to pay attention because I need a witness," Dib stated.

"If I pay attention I'll die of stupidity," Gaz dryly said as she turned the game off.

"That should have already happened…I mean you do pay attention in high school," Dib corrected with a nervous grin.

"Let's go before you join the family in this ghost house," Gaz growled as she jammed her game into her pocket.

Dib almost squealed as he handed her the tape recorder. He tightly gripped his camcorder and stepped onto the dirt path. His boots crunched as the snow began to cover the ground. Gaz grunted and pulled her jacket closer to her body. Her black pants began to moisten from the snow. She calmly followed Dib and grinned whenever a stray branch would smack him in the face. Gaz wondered what drove her brother to these strange obsessions. Her gaze turned back to Dib and she rolled her eyes.

Dib blinked and stared at the gate ahead of him. The fence was a rusted chain link that stood at eight feet. Barbwire ran along the top edges. Random places in the fence held holes from where time at aged it, or people had broken in. Dib turned his camcorder on and held it to his eyes as he recorded the entrance. He entered pass the decaying entrance and glanced at the ruined gates.

"Wow," Dib mumbled as he turned to each tombstone.

Gaz blinked and stared at them without a care. Most of the grave markers were broken or vandalized. Chunks of tombstones littered the ground, which led their gaze to the dirt. Filled in holes were just below the markers. They could easily tell that some of the graves had been dug up. Dib walked along the old path and ran his fingers along a broken tombstone. Dib raised his camcorder from the graves and to the small clearing ahead. He blinked and raised his hand to point. Gaz looked up and rolled her eyes.

"Do you see it?" Dib whispered in repressed glee.

"What?" Gaz growled.

"The house!" Dib hissed.

"I see the lake," Gaz dryly said.

"It's right there!" Dib stated. "You can see the chipping white paint, the picket fence, and the tire swing in the tree!"

"You're crazy," Gaz mumbled as she turned and walked away from him.

Dib scowled and slowly made his way toward the house. As the snow crunched under his feet, he felt his heart speed up. The anticipation to find proof made him elevated in joy. He stared at the house from his camcorder and didn't bother opening his other eye. Dib passed the picket fence and stopped breathing. The old steps were so close, just a few feet away. The swing swayed in the wind as snow fell upon it. Dib shook his sickle hair and continued his journey. He raised his foot and placed it upon the step. There was a light inside the window.

Dib took a breath and climbed the other three steps. The light in the window flickered as he recorded this. He left hand trembled with fear and anticipation as he reached for the rusted handle. Dib grasped the handle and held on for a moment thinking it would vanish. When nothing happened he twisted the knob and the door creaked open.

Gaz grumbled as she kicked a chunk of gravestone away from her. The snow flew up and softly landed back on the ground. A crunch filled the air and she narrowed her eyes thinking it was Dib. Gaz clenched her hand and quickly spun around to hit him. Her hand loosened and she gazed at the woman in front of her. Her pale features held remorse as tears glistened on her transparent cheeks. Her clothes were tattered with age, but remained perfectly white. Her long hair floated around her as she made a silent sob. Gaz noticed that it seemed like she was in a wedding dress.

"Hello?" Gaz responded.

The woman covered her eyes with torn gloves and silently sobbed. The snow fell through her as she continued this motion. Gaz clicked the tape recorder on as the woman sobbed. She wiped her colorless eyes and pointed to the area Dib was in. Her face then turned back to Gaz and she mouthed some words. Gaz raised an eyebrow in question. The woman mouthed more words and Gaz could hear nothing. The woman slowly faded from sight like mist parting over the sea. Gaz blinked and looked over to where her brother was. Dib was floating face down in the lake.

Dib stepped inside the house and tensed when he felt heat hit his skin. A soft hum filled the air as she watched everything through his camcorder. He took another step and watched a woman pass by him. Her white dress flowed behind her as she spun and chuckled. Dib heard a childish squeal and he gasped as a small boy ran through him. The woman quickly grabbed the small child and they both chuckled. She spun him around and walked through Dib. Dib flowed her in shock and watched as she stopped inside the bathroom. The tub was filled with water.

"Hush little baby don't be sad…"

Dib blinked in confusion and lowered the camera. The woman held the child on her lap as she sat on the edge of the tub.

"Mommy's going to wash away all the bad…"

Her voice floated through the room even though her mouth remained unmoving. The camera fell form Dib's hands as he felt his vision waver. He could see everything, but he wasn't able to move. Dib could feel himself sitting upon the woman's lap. The material of her wedding dress scratched his face as he felt her lower him into the warm bath water. He held his breath as the water rose above him and blurred his vision.

"Hush little baby…I'll wash away the bad…"

Gaz ran toward the lake and shivered as she felt the water soak through her pants. She reached out and grabbed Dib by his jacket. Gaz cursed and pulled him to shore. His lips were blue and his eyes were wide open. Gaz growled and checked for a pulse. His pulse was faint, but it was there. She pushed him into a sitting position not really knowing what to do. Gaz hit his back hoping to get whatever water she could out of his lungs. He roughly inhaled the crisp air and keeled over as he began to puke water. Gaz sighed her relief and quickly smacked him on the head.

"What the hell we're you thinking?" Gaz growled as she put her jacket around him.

"I…I went inside," Dib rasped out.

"You were floating in that lake!" Gaz growled.

"The house…the woman…she killed her son," Dib managed to get out as he shivered.

"The woman in white?" Gaz questioned.

"Yeah…she killed her son," Dib shivered out.

Gaz's eyebrows furrowed as she pulled the tape recorder from her pants. She held it in her hand as she patted Dib's back. Seeing him like that, it did scare more then she cared to admit.

"Where's your proof?" Gaz questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Shit!" Dib cursed as his eyes widened.

Gaz smirked and stood up. He was ranting about how he must have lost everything in that lake. Gaz mumbled a 'right' and walked away from him. The snow crunched under her boots, as she made sure she was a good distance away. She rewound the recorder and tensed when it stopped. Gaz held the recorder to her ear a pressed play.

"Have you seen my boy? He was so young and he saw you…he saw everything and everything saw him."

A soft sob filled the air.

"I had to wash away the bad…or else they'd take him like they took his dad…"

A long pause filled the tensed air.

"They're going to take your brother too…"

Gaz stopped the recorder and blinked. She bit her lower and stuffed the recorder into her pants.

"Are you okay?" Dib questioned as he ran over to her.

Gaz shrugged and asked, "Anything see you?"

"What?" Dib questioned in confusion.

"Never mind," Gaz mumbled and turned to walk away.

"Did you see that ghost?" Dib questioned as his excitement returned.

"What ghost Dib?" Gaz questioned as she walked away.

File 27: File Closed…

Author's Note: