A/N: Another exciting chronicle in the lives of Albel and Fayt...how will they be almost killed today? XD read and find out! Oh, I really didn't want to have to do this…but I'm hungry for reviews so...somebody other than Miss Nox and Gackstgal better review. Albel demands it, and you don't want to ignore Albel, do you? Anyway, if nobody reviews to show they care…I'll just have to send chapters to my two faithful reviewers and you won't get to see it. Nyah!

Disclaimer: I do not own Albel and Fayt, but I own Fayt's house and Albel's mommy…so that means a lot. XD

Albel was ever the practical one. He scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. "This will never work."

"Why not? I'm on summer break from college and you're off work. We can stay here for a week."

"What about food? If there's any food in the pantry, it has to be stale. We can't go out and buy more. We have to stay on your property."

Fayt smiled. "Maybe we can't go to the store, but the store can come to us."

Albel looked at him quizzically.

Fayt sighed. "Haven't you ever called the grocery store before? They deliver right to your door."

"Too expensive," Albel growled.

Fayt gave his friend a sympathetic look. "It's okay. I'll pay for it." He picked up the phone and began dialing. "Yes, is this the corner Market?...Yes, I'd like to make an order…"

Albel rolled his eyes and wandered over to a corner of the room. He fished around in his pocket for his i-pod.

"Yes, that'll be all…Okay, from there take a right down Century Boulevard and go two lights. Turn Right down Oaken Cherry Lane. The third stop sign after that is Riding Mare Avenue. We're on the corner of Riding Mare and Night Wish."

Albel perked up. "Riding Mare and Night Wish?"

Fayt chuckled. "Yes, ma'am, 3166 Night Wish, the one they used to call Nightmare Corner. Yes, thank you. I'll see you in an hour."

Fayt hung up and looked back at his friend. "Albel, what's wrong? You look so pale."

"Er, it's nothing," Albel said quickly.

"Hmn, I know what your problem is. You're too skinny. You need to eat something. That'll make you feel better."

"Now you're starting to sound like my mother," Albel complained, following Fayt into the kitchen.

Fayt rummaged through the pantry, tossing expired food into a trash bag. He brightened as he picked up a can of broth. "Hey, this is still good. It doesn't expire until next year."

Albel rolled his eyes and sat on a bar stool at the kitchen counter. "I really don't care if you want to eat musty food."

Fayt banged around in a cabinet searching for a bowl. He found one and blew off the dust. He set it down on the counter with a clang and poured the broth into it. "It's not musty. Are you sure you don't want any?"

Albel turned away. "Suddenly I've lost my appetite."

Fayt shrugged. "More for me." He picked up a spoon and absently stirred the liquid. He looked at his father's portrait on the wall as he slowly lifted a spoonful to his mouth.

Albel stared in alarm as Fayt's soup began to boil. "Uh, Fayt? Are you sure you should be eating that?"

Fayt's eyes snapped from his father's picture to Albel's concerned face. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Drop the spoon now!" Albel commanded.

Fayt did as he was told and looked down in horror at the mass of bubbling green goo in the bowl. The goo boiled over the edges, melted the spoon, and began to burn a hole in the counter.

Albel ran over to the other side of the kitchen and grabbed the fire extinguished and sprayed the counter and the bowl until the counter stopped burning and the goo in the bowl hardened into a lump.

Albel continued to warily point the nozzle at the mess for a few more seconds until he was satisfied it was dead and then he threw the extinguisher onto the counter with a huff.

Fayt shuddered as he looked at the hole eaten away in the counter. "Imagine if that had been in my mouth," he whispered.

"Bah, I wouldn't let that happen to you," Albel said gruffly. "Well, just don't do it again. I don't trust anything in this house."

"Right," Fayt said resolutely. "I won't eat anything in here if it's the last thing left."

"Hmn," Albel muttered, scowling at Fayt.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Fayt leaped up. "I'll get it."

Albel rolled his eyes. "Oh good, they're early."

As soon as Fayt opened the door, a girl of about fourteen staggered in, her body bruised and bleeding and twigs in her brown hair. She weakly seized Fayt's shirt collar. "help, they're-you must stop them."

"Who are you? And who are 'them'?"

"Sophia, your neighbor," the girl gasped out, sliding to the floor at Fayt's feet.

Fayt looked horrified. "Is she okay?"

Albel knelt next to Sophia and pried one of her hands from Fayt's shoe. "Sorry, kid. She's dead."

Fayt gasped. "I didn't mean to kill her…She never got to tell me who was after her."

"It's not your fault, Fayt. I think the house killed her."

"The ghosts, you mean?"

"Mmhmm." Albel bent and pried a piece of paper out of the girl's hand. He read it and glanced outside. "Hmn, an article on carnivorous plants."

"But we don't have carnivorous plants."

"We do now." Albel pointed out the window.

"Damn!" Fayt exclaimed. "No wonder the poor girl was beat to a pulp. Look at that tulip! It could eat a car."

Albel and Fayt watched in silence as the 20 foot tall tulip curled a long vine-like tendril around a trash can and lifted it into its gaping jaws.

Albel growled in disgust. "I'm getting weed killers. We can't let those fucking overgrown daisies eat a delivery boy."

"And after you kill the plants, I'll stand outside on the edge of our property. If the delivery person doesn't come into our yard, the ghosts can't hurt him."

Albel slammed the door to garage and Fayt waited as he heard loud crashing and Albel snarling. "Shit! Why can't anything stay normal?" Just as Fayt was starting to get worried, Albel burst out of the garage.

Albel came armed with a knife, a can of week killer, and a sprayer. Albel scowled. "We had cobras in the garage, but I took care of them."

"Thank you," Fayt said gratefully. All he received was a grunt before Albel charged out the front door screaming obscenities.

A few hours later, Fayt and a very sweaty Albel sat around the table eating dinner. "We've had a long day," Fayt murmured. "One down, six to go!"

Albel glanced out the window. "It's sunset."

"Yeah, it'll be dark soon. The ghosts will probably be more active at night."

"No, look. The plants in the backyard are settling down." Albel pointed with his fork.

"I thought you killed them all."

"Only the ones in the front."

"Oh. Well, are you sure they're not just trying to lull us into a false sense of security?"

"You and your dumb ideas," Albel growled. "Come on, let's go find a bed in this place. And there had better not be any critters in it." Albel shook a can of bug spray menacingly.