Queen Luana: I've returned, from the dead! MUAHAHAHAAA! Sorry about that hi y'all. Here's the next chapter. Let us hope it'll be super duper fantastic! XO Anyway, my lil' brother is going to watch Narnia in the afternoon and I wanna come along but it's the stupid Dutch version… Grumble grumble… I want to see the original one! Anyway, hopefully you can enjoy this chapter, cause my day is completely ruined.

Hiding in the dark

Trunks wasn't asleep at all. He could hear his mother running through the house switching on every light she could find. With a sigh he rolled over. He bet it would only be a matter of time before she enterred his room to turn on his little night light, which he of course hadn't used since he was four hehehe… He rolled over on his back again. What in the world was going on with his mum? Was she going insane? Was that all because of that stupid old house?

Outside he could hear his mother running down the stairs again. It was really starting to annoy him. She was a grown-up, right? She shouldn't believe in ghosts and all. With a deep sigh he pulled the sheets up to his ears. Just go to sleep mum…

But he had just closed his eyes when he heard footsteps.

Inside his room.

His eyes flashed open again and he looked around the room. "Mum?" They had been rapid steps, as if someone was hurrying through his bedroom. Strange enough his eyes weren't used to the darkness anymore. He couldn't see a thing. Carefully he slipped out of his bed.

"Great…" he murmured and then accidentally thumped his toe against his desk. He suppressed a curse and limped towards the door, the only thing he was able to detect since a little ray of light was able to force his way underneath the door. He shuffled through the bedroom slowly, afraid to bump into something again. Then it was as if someone was standing on the other side of the door.

The light was blocked by two things, probably feet, and he was sure they hadn't been there just a second ago. "Mum?" No response. "Dad?" His hands searched the wall and found what he was looking for. He switched the light on but it only lasted for a second. Then a crack came and all lights went out, even the one in the hallway.

With a scared swallow he laid his hand on the cold doorknob and turned it over. Then he breathed in deeply and the swung the door open. Nothing special to see there, just an empty hallway. He took a few steps forward then yelled loudly: "Mum? Dad? Sorry, I just turned the light on and everything went dark."

"It's okay, just get to bed again honey!" came his mother's strembling voice from downstairs.

That wasn't a real reassuring tone. He closed the door again and was about to crawl into bed when he once again heard the rapid thumps. He quickly turned around but could see nothing at all, his room was just too dark.

Trunks opened the drawer of his desk and rumbled in it. He had a flashlight somewhere! But where had he put it again…

He opened the next drawer and after some searching found it at the far end. A large black flashlight. He twisted it around in his hands for a moment and then found the switch. As he turned it on he nearly blinded himself since he had been holding it upwards.

After rubbing his eyes he shone the strong ray of light around the room as a scanner. The steps had stopped but someone ought to still be in his room since he hadn't heard the door opening. He went from his bed to the closet, then over to the door and that's where he found him.

A young boy, maybe half as old as he was, standing there in his onderwear, watching him with dark black eyes. Trunks blinked in surprise. What was that boy doing in his room? The boy stood there motionless but that was the thing what made him look so scary, like a corpse.

"H-Hey! Who are you?" Trunks said, sounding less though than he wanted to. The boy didn't move. "H-How did you get in my room?"

He was so hoping to boy would say something, because it's radiation only was bloodcurdling. But the boy didn't twitch, he merely stood there. Trunks swallowed and held the flashlight tightly, as if it were his weapon.

"Well, whoever you are, and however you got in, get out!" he said and the flashlight was softly trembling. No reaction.

"Get out of my room!" Trunks now spoke more loudly and clearly. "And out of our house, while you're at it!" He was kinda hoping his mum would come in with candles like she had done last time when dad shut down the house. Finally the boy made a move.

He opened his mouth and Trunks expected him to speak but it was way different from dead. As his lips separated, all that came out was a loud, ghastly mew. Trunks shrieked and dropped the light on the ground in fear. All went dark again and he quickly leaped up his desk and pressed his back against the window. The boy was running through the room again, but Trunks couldn't tell which way he was going. He could hear his mother calling him downstairs. Couldn't she hurry up? Couldn't she and dad run up the stairs into the room and come and help him, save him? What was in that room with him, for crying out loud!

As he looked down he could see his flashlight lying on the floor and aiming a useless beam at the side of his desk. He scanned the room once more, saw nothing, then carefully slid down his legs and clutched the flashlight between his two feet. He quickly grabbed it and was just about to scan the room again…

"Croaakkk…"

He froze, the light still clutched in his hands and turned to where the sound came from, right beside his ear. He could see nothing, it was too dark. But he could feel the presence of something being very close.

Trembling all over, he slowly raised his flashlight to illuminate the cause of that croak.

And then screamed.

Queen Luana: Oooh, creepy! Poor Trunks. But as you might already know, in horrors, they all have to go sometimes . Sorry Trunks fans. Please revieeew!