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Sorry for the long wait! But here it is finally, chapter 10! ENJOY! :D

Chapter 10:

"Is that a car?" Adam asked confused and the siblings exchanged a look before rushing to the front of the mansion.

It was, indeed, a car. It came speeding towards the house -a little too fast than what was probably optimal for the forest roads- and smashed through the gate, which caused one of the headlights to break. As it skidded to a halt before them Leo exchanged another look with his siblings as he saw who was in it. Great... Now they were dead two times over.

Donald jumped out of the car, and it was easy to tell that he was conflicted between being pissed at his brother for ruining the car and being pissed at his kids for doing what they were doing. Douglas on the other hand looked panicked as he too got out of the car. He immediately ran up to the kids, some sort of gun clutched in his hands.

"Are you guys okay?" he questioned and there was a collected mumble as answer, without any clear yes or no. Were they okay...? None of them really knew.

"Leo!" Donald gasped as his gaze zeroed in on Leo's arm and the anger washed away from his face. "What happened?"

"It's okay... Barely even stings." Leo muttered as his stepfather examined his bandaged wound.

"What happened?" Donald questioned again, this time addressing all three kids.

"Well..." Bree said glancing at her brothers. "I-It's kind of a long story." she replied shakily.

This time it was the adults who exchanged a worried glance at the ominous tone of her answer, though before she could explain further Douglas noticed something else.

"Where's Chase?"

All three teens paled at the question, and as if on cue the doors to the mansion flew open with a loud bang.

The whole group jumped and stared at the porch. Michael was leaning against the door frame, twisting the now bloody knife in his hands as he watched the group with amusement. Leo felt nauseous at the sight of his own blood on the sharp object, and the low and very evil chuckle that sounded from his brother as their eyes met didn't exactly help.

"How's the arm, Leo?" Michael questioned casually and Adam stepped in front of his little brother protectively.

"C-Chase?" Donald stuttered, staring at the boy with wide eyes. 'Chase' shook his head and chuckled again.

"Not at the moment." he replied, before grinning and looking at Bree. "Well, at least not according to, Sis."

Michael stepped closer to the edge of the porch, and crouched down as he removed a loose board. Though he kept his black eyes trained on the family before him.

"But, by all means, join the party." he said, offering a toothy grin before his gaze focused on something behind them as he stood up again. "Say, what's your plan now, James? Are you going to watch again?"

That's when the two newcomers noticed their kids' new ghostly friend.

"No, it's okay!" Leo hurried himself to say, just like he had with Bree. "He's a good ghost." he continued at pointed at James before slowly letting his finger move to Chase. "He's the bad ghost..."

"B-Bad ghost?" Douglas stammered as Donald shook his head rapidly.

"This isn't happening." the oldest Davenport said. "This isn't real. This can't be real..."

"Oh, it's real alright." Michael chuckled and raised his left hand, causing several knives to float up from the hole in the floor. Great, Leo thought bitterly as he stared at the weapons. The psycho owner of the freaky mansion has a secret stash of knives in the porch. Why not?

"And I'll show you just how real it is." Michael promised and the group barely had time to throw themselves out of the way as the knives came hurling towards them, scraping the lacquer and slashing the tire of the car. Bree quickly grabbed onto everyone and speeded them back to the cornfield -if only to get a few seconds to breathe.

"Okay, what the hell is happening here?!" Donald screeched and Leo winced at the panic in his voice.

"Long story short, I found out this was the actual 'Horror House of Mission Creek', we decided to check it out, a lot of weird stuff happened, and now Chase is possessed by a homicidal ghost who wants to kill us all." Leo explained fast, and it actually managed to stun the Donald Davenport silent. Not really a great time, but... score?

"So, what do we do now?" Douglas questioned and James suddenly stepped forward. When the ghost had followed them, none of them really knew. Or cared about for that matter. He wasn't the threat here...

"There's only one thing we can do." James said calmly, giving each of the teens a pointed look. Adam immediately shook his head.

"No, that's not an option." Bree protested, but Leo bit his lip unsure. Maybe James was right, maybe it was the only way.

"Weakening Michael's hold is easy. We just have to weaken his host." James explained, his voice sounding a bit too casual.

"What does that mean?" Donald questioned, though he had an uneasy feeling he actually knew what it meant.

"He means we have to hurt Chase." Bree mumbled weakly.

"No..." Douglas breathed, though Leo couldn't tell if it was an actual protest or not.

That was when the sound of footsteps was heard, and they all realized Michael was coming. Coming to kill them. Leo glanced at the others as the sound grew louder. Donald looked completely lost, looking around the field rapidly; Douglas looked resigned, his grip on the gun tightening; Bree looked pained, her eyes shining with unshed tears; Adam looked unsure, his hands slowly clenching into fists; and Leo himself felt utterly hopeless as his gaze focused on the approaching teen.

This was it. Something was bound to happen now, and Leo was sure he wouldn't like it...

TO BE CONTINUED...

A bit shorter than I wanted, but I'll try to get the next one up soon! I hope you liked this chapter; reviews are always appreciated! :D

We're starting to see the end of this story guys! About time I guess, considering it's a Halloween special and all... Only three more chapter left, I think.

Until next time! :) /Libra