Author's note: remember, not a humourous fic, it's serious, kind of to freak you out ok? Love the ideas but think realistic? –Sweatdrop- please?

And a reminder: YOU, the readers, can decide who gets get scared and loses, getting kick off the show, YOU get to make up the scary stories, and YOU get to decide the dares. If not many people help me out I decide who wins and loses, whether you like my decisions or not.

Still need stories for these rooms:

Kitchen

Dinning room

Living room

Master bedroom

4 other bedrooms

4 bathrooms

Basement

Cellar

Thanks to the reviewers:

Blackkaorose: we'll see how the voting goes ok? Dares will start once the tour is over, sry I will not take in dares just yet ok :) don't worry, I'll continue the way the readers want it but if no one gives me ideas, I decide everything, and know that I'm not a fan of Kai.

Grufflump: hm, maybe a very small basement with lots of stuff in it, btw might you have a little story to along with that? Lol again thanks for reviewing.

Faux Pas: yes it would be very funny, especially if no one helps me out, -sigh- he might just be the first off, I don't like him.

A Fourtunate Cookie: ok one point for Spencer, yeah that does help but dares don't come until later ;)

Althea Astera Renata: ok, another point for Tyson, frankly if people don't help I just might make Kai off first…please don't hurt me xo

MyHeroKai: hm…good idea thanks.

Aquamarine Carnation: heyy, thanks for reading this :)

Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade.

Fear: Hanged Man

Upon entering the old mansion, the teens instantly came face to face with a ladder in the middle of the room. Two sets of dusty stairs on the left and right leading up, a small dusty old table to the right held a bloodied phone, creamy white walls tinted gray, some paint chipping off, dents and cracks littered the walls as well.

"What's with the ladder?" Tyson asked looking dumbfounded at it. Eight pairs of eyes looked up to the top of the wooden ladder, spotting a golden chandelier, a piece of rope attached to it tied with a loophole.

"This is where Arnold Meggin died, committed suicide. Go ahead and walk to the middle of the room, feel the death air." Dianna stated with no feeling whatsoever, her coldness sent an unwanted tingling feeling up and down everyone's spine.

Doing as told the eight teens walked up to the ladder a ghostly shiver passed each of them. Five ignored it and three shivered along with it.

"Wow it really feels dead here, it really does," the tanned Chinese gasped looking above him, the rope suddenly swung back and forth.

"Yeah it's really cold all of a sudden," the fifteen-year-old blond squeaked rubbing his arms up and down to rid the cold chill. The blunette next to him nodded agreeing.

"Arnold lived here, on his own." Dianna continued with her story, glad she was already freaking three of them out.

"With no family, friends, he grew depressed and ended his pain." Two youngest shivered. The Chinese boy shook his head bowing slightly in respect.

"Pathetic," the lilac haired youth muttered.

"Whadda ya mean pathetic?" Tyson glared at the pale Russian.

"You know what I mean. The idiot gave up his life because he was lonely, don't tell me you don't think the same thing," the teenager known as Bryan snarled giving Tyson his own cold glare.

"Yeah well you shouldn't call him pathetic, give him your respect," Tyson demanded, his anger on a short leash.

"Why should I give my respect to a dead man, especially one who ended his own life," Bryan sneered, he had a point.

"Ok you may be right but-"

"And now let's continue the tour," Dianna said stopping Tyson in the middle of his sentence. All followed except for Tyson and Bryan.

"Don't let your emotions get to you kid, 'cuz that's what will make you lose here." With that said, Bryan left, leaving Tyson to rethink his words.

Author's note: review me for story ideas and who you want off first.