A/N: Oh wow! I can't believe how many reviews this fic has gotten! And only for two chapters! Thank you all so much for reviewing. And now for the next chapter! R&R.

Disclaimer: I say this over and over and it still hasn't changed. I still don't own DB/Z/GT. But I do own Stephanie.

Note: Again, this is a true story and it happened to my Uncle Tommy. This story scared me when I heard it. Just like all these others have.

Chapter 3.

Don't Go Downstairs

Stephanie Briefs sat at the kitchen table and watched her Mom cook. Bulma had never really been much of a cook. The girl dreaded the time when she would say, "Steph, would you come try this and make sure I put enough salt in there?" Of course she couldn't say no, or else Bulma would start her long rant about how nobody thought she was a good cook.

Steph sighed. The only reason she agreed to try some of the food was because there was nothing else to do. Trunks was over at Goten's house and Vegeta was in the Gravity Room.

Trunks should've stayed here. The half-Saiyan girl thought. The only reason he left was because he knew Mom was cooking.

She pushed some of her black hair behind her ear. If she had worn her blue bandana, she wouldn't have had to worry about pushing her hair behind her ear. Too bad it was the victim of Trunks and Goten's recent prank. Let's just say it involved glue.

"Steph, would you come try this and make sure I put enough salt in there?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah, Mom," she got up and walked to her.

Bulma handed her a spoon and Stephanie stuck it in the food.

Did that stuff just growl at me? She ignored the thought and took a bite. Aaagh! Help! Water!

"Do you like it?" The genius asked.

No.

"Yeah," she lied.

"Does it have enough salt?"

It has too much salt.

"It's perfect," the girl quickly gulped down a glass of water.

"I'm glad you like it!"

"Yeah, uh, thanks," she said. "I'm gonna go see if the cleaning bot got all the glue off my bandana yet."

"Ok, dinner will be ready in thirty minutes."

"Can't wait," Steph said to herself.

She quickly walked down a hall and rounded a corner. Up ahead was the cleaning bot with her bandana. The little robot held it out for her.

"Must be clean," she said. "Thanks."

She took it and tied it on. Since that had been taken care of, what was there to do now?

Don't go downstairs... A little voice in the back of her head said.

But I am downstairs. She argued. What's wrong with that?

But the little voice remained quiet.

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Supper went as expected. Bad. After eating a few bites of the food Steph had said was good, she and Vegeta made a mad dash for a bathroom. Bulma was confused. So, after explaining that the food was horrible, she went on that long rant about how nobody thought she was a good cook. It was a true rant, too. When she finished ranting, it was eight-thirty.

"I'll just go feed the animals," Steph said as she slipped out of the room.

"Yeah, you do that," Bulma said.

Don't go downstairs... That same little voice said.

I am downstairs. She argued again as she grabbed the animal food bags. With all the cats and dogs they had, she just opened the food bags and dumped the food on the ground. For their dinos, she had to go into the basement and get their meat.

She walked to the automatic sliding glass door and shouted, "I've got food, guys!"

All was quiet and then there was a loud rumble. It got louder and louder until animals could be seen. The half-Saiyan poured their food on the ground and stepped back. The animals crowded around their food and began to eat. The dinosaurs waited for her to get their food.

One small puppy scrambled around the other dogs to find a place to eat. She fell, then got up, fell again, then looked up at her owner with those cute little puppy-dog eyes.

"C'mon, Cassie," Steph chuckled and picked her up. "Why don't we go get the dinosaur's food? If you be good, then you get a special treat."

The sliding glass doors opened and the two walked to the basement door. Cold air seemed to come out from under the door. The girl touched the doorknob and it felt cold.

Don't go downstairs! The voice in her head screamed.

She really wanted to turn back, but the dinosaurs needed their food too. All her instincts told her to be on guard. But for what, she wasn't sure.

For what seemed to be the longest time, she just stood there with her hand on the doorknob. Cassie looked up at her and barked.

"Ok, I'll go," she said quietly.

She gripped the knob and turned. The door silently slid open. She reached for the lights switch and found it. She pushed it up and looked down. Nothing was out of place. The freezer was to the right and a small hallway led to another bathroom. The couch was against another wall and a TV set across from it. So, if everything was all right, why did it feel so cold? Maybe the freezer hadn't been shut good when Bulma last used it.

Steph hesitantly started down the stairs. One step and then another. Cassie followed and seemed to sense that something was wrong. The girl looked down at the Cassie and then the puppy started to growl. The hairs on her back stood on end and her teeth were bared. Steph looked up and saw a man walking by in front of them. He had white hair that stuck out every where.

Stephanie screamed and Cassie began to bark. There were no windows or doors downstairs, so how did he get down there?

The man didn't seem to hear them. He walked down the small hallway, opened the bath room door, went in, and shut it behind him.

Steph regained her breath and made a small energy blast. If this guy was human, this would be enough to scare him. She leapt down the rest of the stairs and ran down the hall. Cassie followed and continued to bark and growl. The half-Saiyan threw the door open and looked around. There were no windows, but the man was gone. She gasped. Her legs felt like Jell-o.

"Th-that was a..." she paused, "a... ghost..."

Cassie growled at the empty room.

After that, the Briefs looked all over West City and tried to find the white haired man. Nobody believed Stephanie about it being a ghost. But all she knew was that she and Cassie both had seen it. They saw it go into the bathroom, but couldn't find it. Nobody ever saw that ghost again, though.

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A/N: And there you guys go. Another scary story. I hope you enjoy this one too. My Mom told me this story when my little bro and my Dad had gone in Sub-way. We waited for them out in our van. Oh, I don't own Jell-o either. (remember I mentioned it? "Her legs felt like Jell-o.") Please review!