Author's note: thank you Rouge, dark-night-sky, Milla Kuznestov, blackkaorose, KamiaKotai, Kuro666, Zotz, JusticeDream, Calli Maxwell, YuriyTalaIvanov (you always ask the best Qs) and LadyIzz
:o! And dunno if you're reading this but to "Grr" the anonymous um…it wasn't a flame –thinks- bashing maybe? –Shrug-
I dunno why I write about him either, maybe cuz I –used- to like him, ppl have asked me that before –sweat drop- oh well, if I don't like him, I don't like him, why should I prove myself to you? And frankly if you wanted me to reply whether or not, if you have an account you should have just PM me instead of just picking a story I had updated and…well stating what you did. What do I care that you think Ray is the coolest, I think he's shyt your point? My point? Just equaling your point. -.- You hate Kai and Tala? So what? I dislike Kai and I adore the redhead, what do you care and what do I care? What I do care is that you picked up this fic and said that! X.x Meany
Yo dish goes to NeverSmile and A Fortunate Cookie! Your stories I wrote.
Disclaimer: don't own beyblade, or "Fear" or these story ideas, except the first one…
Fear: Music through the Attic
"And here's the music room," standing to the side Diana watched the un-amused teens walk in not looking at much. A dusty old piano was to their left, the floor creaking with the light footsteps of people entering, the sunlight shining in through the window to their right.
"Can you really call this a music room? There's just a dusty old piano," Tyson huffed crossing his arms. Max nodded. The tanned woman walked towards the piano, blowing away the dust. Placing her fingertips on the ivory keys, she played "jingle bells."
"Uh…it's not Christmas," Tyson stated dully. Diana turned around facing all of them, but her eyes were directed at Tyson.
"It's the only piece I know how to play," she stated before sighing and walking away from the piano to the middle of the room.
"This room…should be the easiest room you will enter during the night, like you see, there's nothing here."
"What do you mean?" Ray spoke up.
"I mean…" trailing off she walked towards the window folding her arms and then turning back to face them.
"There's no story here." Puzzled looks stained all of their faces.
"What are you talking about? So…this'll be the easiest room cuz there's no story? And…no evil spirits here to freak us out?" Tala drawled sarcastically with the "evil spirit" comment.
"No records about this room. Just mysterious happenings in this room without reasons for it. It may be cliché, but…it play on its own when no one is in the room," she smirked. Bryan scoffed. Did not believe shit. All of this was bull. Rolling his eyes the redhead left the room awaiting for the others by the stairs, Bryan and Kai followed as well.
"So…there's nothing here?" Spencer questioned. It seemed easy, extremely easy. Diana nodded walking out of the room. Max pulled Tyson back next to him just as he was about to follow their guide.
"Hey Ty, she's up to something," he whispered into the Japanese's' ear. Tyson shrugged. "I don't really know Max," looking back towards the piano a single key was pushed down and made a sound. The two boys "eeped" running out of the room catching up with the others going up the creaking stairs.
Through a long eerie hallway Ian tripped flat on his face causing Max and Tyson to stop behind him. "Ouff!" Tala turned around hearing Ian cry out. "Ian?"
"Ouch…uh…someone pushed me," he stated frowning looking around him. Max and Tyson were behind him but both stopped before they could fall over him. Bryan, Kai and Spencer were to his right but not near enough to trip him. And Ray was next to Diana.
"Wasn't us," Tyson said holding his hands up innocently. Tala helped the boy up asking him, "You sure you just didn't trip?" Ian nodded looking around him. Nothing was there.
"In here," Diana called interrupting the two. She clasped a thick rope yanking it down as it pulled down a set of stairs. "Attic," she said walking up the stairs. The rest followed. Ian was shaking while climbing up. He did not like attics, they were dusty and dark and gloomy. Tala noticed the boys' hesitation reaching out a hand for the purple haired Russian.
"Thanks," Ian mumbled. Tala shrugged his shoulder walking through the cramped attic; surprisingly it was not that dirty, just…creepily empty. A few large boxes were to the side, forgotten belongings to the past people that lived there most likely.
"A disgustingly sad story here," Diana glared coming to a stop by the triangular window opening it letting in a breeze.
"What happened?" Ray dared ask.
"Hm…a newly wedded couple lived here. A year later they were blessed with a child."
"Gee that doesn't sounds so bad," Tyson piped up grinning. Diana sent the floor a dark look instead of the boy.
"Mark, the husband had a drinking problem. It got out of hand when his wife, Natasha, came home late one night. He thought she was cheating on him, but that was in his drugged state. A couple months later he grew worse, drinking much more and convinced that the baby born was not his. Dragging her and the baby up here he cut the baby into pieces in front of her as she screamed and wailed because she couldn't do anything. He had tied her up after so much struggling while the baby lay on the floor bawling. Leaving her in this attic, with the dead child he locked her up in here. She died from either dehydration or starvation, she lasted about a week and a half."
"Eww…what a sick bastard," Ian winced. He shivered when the cool wind brushed him and he shut his eyes. Diana continued.
"Natasha's mother came by since no one was answering the phone anymore, Mark would say she was feeing ill or was with the baby, but he was found dead just outside his house. No one knows why he died; he did not look like he committed suicide at all. Mrs. Turen called the police, and they found Natasha, and the cut up baby in this attic."
Bryan scoffed while Kai "hn"-ed and Tala looked down worriedly towards the short teen. His eyes were still closed, fists shaking by his sides. Spencer was the first to leave the room this time followed by Tyson, Max and Ray, then Ian and the rest followed out. Once out, music was heard, but by only two teens. It was faint, but still heard, and only for a few seconds.
"Hey isn't that-"
"The piano?" Max cut off the Chinese both looking over the railing, but the room was under them so they could not see it. The playing quickly stopped. Sending unsure glances towards each other they looked behind them to see if anyone else heard it.
"Hey Max! Ray! C'mon," Tyson called. Ray bit his lip before answering Tyson's call and walking towards the others with Max by his side
Author's note: phew -.- two stories there. Okies tell me whatcha think. Like/no like? Sowie if ya no likey