"How...How is this happening…?" Evan breathed. He had to lean against the door for fear of his legs giving out. The grotesque sight of Brian's strangled body made Lui sick, forcing him to look away. No one could look at Brian, either turning away or closing their eyes. Lui closed his eyes tightly as he leaned against the wall, tears falling from his tightly closed eyes.

"We are all gonna die…" Craig had fallen to his knees, having to take his glasses off so he could dry his eyes with his sleeve. "We can't get out of here and we're trapped in here with this...thing." He spat the last word out with more anger than Lui thought he was capable of.

"Shut up...Don't say that." Luke snapped. "We are getting out of here before another one of us is…" He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. "There has gotta be another way...We need to find it."

"How can you be so sure?" Daithi asked, his eyes wide and tearful. "How can you be so sure that there is a way out?"

"Shut up! Thinking like that is going to get us killed!" Luke cried. He took a calming breath, tension filling the air that made them all uncomfortable. Lui wasn't entirely sure if it was from the yelling or from something far more malicious.

"Why don't we try searching the house again…It's worth a shot." Evan suggested. They nodded reluctantly, unable to think of anything else to do. Even with the yelling over, the air was still heavy with tension. Lui told himself it was just how scared they were as well as what they had just witnessed. It would not be easy to forget the sight of all the blood and the sounds of screams.

The halls seemed longer than they had before, the dim light casting dark shadows on the walls that seemed to follow them, flickering and dancing on the wood behind them as they walked down the hall. They found themselves splitting up, drawn to different sections of the house without even realising it. It wasn't till Lui was standing at the bottom of a staircase that went nowhere that he realized he was alone. He turned to say something to the group of them only to find no one there.

"Hello? Guys! Where did you go?" Lui called out, stepping quietly down the hall. "Guys?" A loud crash came from behind one of the closed doors which made him jump as the silence was broken. A chill ran down his spine as he reached for the doorknob, trying to keep his hand steady. "Hello?" The door creaked as it opened onto another large hallway. One of the side tables had been knocked over, the broken lamp sparking on the wood floor. Craig was on the floor beside the table, his hands over his face as he sobbed quietly in the dark. "Craig…" Lui knelt beside him, pulling him into a gentle hug. He stroked his shaking shoulders, listening to him sob.

"I can't do this, Lui...I can't...We lost our best friends...And we're gonna die too if we don't get out of here...There is no way out, Lui! Help isn't coming!" Craig sobbed into Lui's shoulder, his tears soaking Lui's sweater. "We're dead...We're dead…"

"No...No we're not. We're gonna make it out of here, okay? We'll find our way out. It's probably right under our noses." Lui reassured him with a smile.

"How do you know? How can you be so fine about this? You saw our friends die right in front of you!" Craig pushed Lui's arm off, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. Lui didn't know how to answer him. He didn't know what to say. To him, there was no good way of answering that question. All he could think was that he couldn't let himself break down now because he wouldn't be able to continue if he did.

"I'm not okay...I'm really not…" Lui sighed. "But sitting here isn't going to do anything. Come on, Craig." He managed to pull his friend to his feet, the two walking slowly down the hall. "It's okay...It's all okay…" Lui repeated.

"Ghosts can't hurt us...they can't kill us…" It sounded as if Craig wasn't talking to anyone. "Can they?"

"No. They can't." Lui answered quickly. Craig nodded, wiping tears from his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Right...Of course." He forced a laugh, the noise sounding pained and strangled. They continued down the hall, a sense of unease and dread coming over them the farther they went.

Lui glanced into one of the rooms as they passed, surprised to see the lamp on inside. Lui stopped, staring into the room as if he was being invited into the room. He ignored Craig's protests as he stepped into the room, drawn into the room by a strong impulse that he couldn't control.

On a table in the room was a board, a large planchette on top of the board. Before he could stop himself, Lui was walking into the room, coming to a stop at the table. "Holy shit...That's a real ouija board…" Craig breathed from behind Lui, his eyes wide with fear. Lui reached for the planchette, only for his hand to slapped away from it by Lui."Don't touch it!" Lui wasn't sure what had come over him but all he could think was that he had to use it.

"Try it with me…" Lui said quietly, looking up at Craig who shook his head. His voice didn't sound like his own, not even sure why he said it.

"No...No!"

"Come on...You just said that ghosts can't hurt us...So what is this going to do?" He didn't mean to sound as mean as he did but he couldn't stop himself from sounding as aggressive as he did." Maybe this will tell us how to get out. You want a way out, don't you?" Lui snapped at Craig who nodded slowly as he placed his hands on the planchette with Lui's. "Can you tell us your name?" Lui called out. Nothing happened.

"This is stupid...Lui come on...I don't wanna-"

"Tell us your name!" Lui called out, louder this time. He didn't understand why he was acting so aggressive all of a sudden. All he could think was that he had to use the board, ignoring that rational side of him that wanted to stop as much as Craig did. All of a sudden, something grabbed their hands, their skin covered with goosebumps as they were surrounded by freezing cold air in the otherwise warm room. Their hands were pulled aggressively towards the letter 'B'.

"Oh god…" Craig tried to pull his hands away as the planchette moved aggressively but found himself unable to. They could only watch as their dead friend's name was spelled out, unable to move. "Brian…" Craig said quietly once the name had been spelled, his fearful eyes glancing up at Lui.

"Maybe...It's a coincidence." Lui said. "How did you die, Brian?" The planchette moved again as soon as the words were out of Lui's mouth. "G-U-N…See...Just a coincidence."

"What if it's a warning?" Craig wondered. Lui thought he was just jumping to conclusions till the planchette moved to point to 'yes.' "I wanna stop! Lui, please!"

"One more question...Who killed you, Brian?" Lui struggled to get the question out. He feared the answer, regret making him wish he didn't ask it as the planchette started to move. It was a long answer, forcing them to spell it out loud so they could keep track of the letters.

"B-E-W-A-R-E O-F O-U-R F-R-I-E-N-D."

"What does that mean?" Craig cried. "What does that mean?" He repeated when the planchette didn't move. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Let's stop…" Lui said as he moved the planchette to point to 'goodbye', slowly backing away from the board.

"What does that mean, Lui?" Craig asked desperately.

"I don't know." Lui stammered. The aggressive energy that had overcame him had faded, leaving him drained. He wanted was to lay down, having never felt so exhausted before. "Let's get out of here." They stumbled into the hallway, their footsteps creaking on the wood floor.

"What if that really was Brian...What if that was really him?" Craig wondered aloud. Lui remembered seeing Brock's bloody apparition moments before Brian's death, how he had been unable to move when he saw him. He knew he should tell Craig about seeing the ghost but he didn't want to scare him anymore than he already Lui could open his mouth to answer Craig, a sudden yell and a bang from downstairs made them jump, recognizing Luke's angry voice.

"We gotta fight back! We're all dead if we don't!" Luke yelled as Lui and Craig ran down the hallway to the staircase, finding the others in a panicked state. Luke held an old fashioned rifle, his eyes wide with fear and anger as he screamed at them.

"Luke stop it!" Tyler yelled. "We can't fight back! It's pointless! All we can do is find a way out! Put the fucking gun down! You're scared! You aren't thinking! Luke please put it down!"

"Fuck you, Tyler! Fuck you all! You are all gonna die! All because you are too scared to fight!" Luke screamed, waving the gun at them. They covered their heads with their arms as if would protect them. They knew the gun was fake, there nothing to it but wood and old metal but their minds told them to scared of it.

"Luke stop! Calm down!" Evan cried, stepping towards him slowly with his hands outstretched. "Luke, listen to me." Luke stared at him, shaking with anger. "Let's call Jonathan, okay? Let's call him...Okay?" Evan reached for his phone, calling Jonathan on skype. The silence in the hallway was heavy, broken with the dial tone coming from the phone.

"Luke? Guys? What's going on?" Jonathan's voice crackled through the speaker. "I called the police! Are they there?"

"No...But you called them right?" Evan asked, glancing up at Luke who seemed to relax a little when he heard Jonathan's familiar voice.

"Yes! What's going on?" Jonathan demanded.

"We don't know...Brian is dead now too. You gotta call again!" Evan insited. Lui glanced up at Luke nervously, seeing that his knuckles were white because of his tight grip on the gun.

"I will. Don't worry, okay? Help is coming!" Jonathan reassured them.

"See...Help is coming, Luke. Put the gun down, okay? Take deep breaths. It's all okay." Evan said more quietly in hopes that Jonathan wouldn't hear him.

"What? What gun? Luke!" Jonathan suddenly cried. "Luke listen to me! Help is coming! It's okay!" As Jonathan spoke, Lui noticed Craig move forward as Jonathan spoke, his hand curling around the barrel of the gun in an attempt to take it from Luke gently.

Luke panicked, and tried to pull away from Craig suddenly, a loud bang echoing through the hall. Their ears rang, the strong smell of gunpowder stinging their sinuses. Evan turned slowly, blood splattered onto the side of his face and the phone with Jonathan's picture glowing on the screen.

Craig's eyes had never been bigger before, full of shock and pain. His gaze moved down to his chest, his hands shaking as he raised them to the blossoming stain of blood. Luke had froze, staring at the now smoking gun in his hands.

"H-How…" Craig stammered, coughing up blood as his legs gave out weakly. Tyler moved suddenly, catching Craig as he fell limply to the floor, blood dripping to the floor.

"Craig! Come on, Mini! It's okay!" Tyler cried, shaking his friend's limp shoulders. Craig's eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling, not responding to Tyler's screams. "Craig! It's okay! Please! Craig!"

Somewhere in the house, the clock tolled two.