Title: Happy Halloween

Author: AngelicTorture.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one you recognise.

Rating: PG13

Pairing/Characters: Lita, Cena, Orton, Mickie, Victoria, Hunter, Edge. Minor pairings: Edge/Mickie, Randy/Victoria, Lita/Cena ish.

Spoilers: none.

Notes: Response to Kori's emotions theme challenge. I'm going the 10 separate one shots route. This is oneshot No. 7. The theme for this one is scared. The muses decided to bring this one to my attention at 3 o'clock this morning so I blame and suckiness of it on that. The little ghost story in here isn't so much scary as kinda gross so consider yourself warned. I'm using real names (except for Hunter.) Ghost story is in italics.

Summery: A storm, a ghost story and a stolen kiss…

Amy shivered quietly as another flash of lightening was seen overhead. The redhead was currently sitting on the couch in her living room, John Cena sitting at one side of her, Mickie James at the other.

"You're not scared of a little bit of lightening are ya Ames?" John asked with a grin.

"Of course not…I'm just worried about Adam that's all."

"I'll protect ya if you're scared ya know…after all it is Halloween and that storm's pretty bad."

"If it's a choice between being eaten by zombies and being slobbered over by you then I think I'd take my chances with the zombies." She patted him on the head like a puppy.

"Cena didn't I already warn you about hitting on my little sister?" Hunter stated as he came in from the kitchen closely followed by Lisa and Randy.

"I wasn't hitting on her, I was just being a good friend…I guess you don't mind if your sister gets eaten by werewolves or vampires or something?"

"Werewolves and vampires don't even exist dumbass."

"No one asked you Orton."

"Would you all shut up, you're worse than a bunch of 5 year olds." Mickie snapped as she flipped her phone open to call Adam again.

There was another flash of lightening and crack of thunder outside. Amy extracted herself from the couch and John's gaze, helping her brother bring more food from the kitchen.

"At least there's one good thing about this storm, no revolting little brats trick or treating."

"I think its sweet seeing them all dressed up in their little costumes."

"You're such a girl Ames."

"Am I really? I wondered why I had boobs." The redhead giggled.

"Ha ha…I still don't see why you had to invite Cena…all he does is paw you."

"I had to invite him…and besides perve or not he's still my friend."

Amy glanced at the clock on the wall; Adam was already almost an hour late, probably not surprising because of the storm.

xxxXXxxx

30 minutes later everyone was settled in the living room again. Mickie had finally managed to get hold of Adam, the Canadian assuring his girlfriend that he was on the way.

"What movie are we watching first?" Randy asked.

"Nightmare on Elm Street."

"Come on that's not even scary anymore." John complained.

"It is…and anyway it's a classic Halloween movie."

The movie discussion was interrupted by the arrival of a very wet and windswept Adam.

"Dude we thought ya got swept away in the rain or something…Ames was even wondering if the zombies had got ya."

"John I swear you're about one more lame ass joke away from sitting outside in a puddle." The redhead warned him before going to get a towel and a dry shirt for Adam.

xxxXXxxx

Once everyone was settled down again and Adam was somewhat dry Lisa put the DVD on. John was continuously being hit in the face with Adam's soaking wet shirt, Amy having decided to hit him with said shirt every time he cracked one of his jokes.

"Damn woman would ya stop with the shirt."

"Make me." Hazel eyes sparkled.

John raised a brow at the devious redhead.

"Don't tempt me Red…"

"Cena…" a low growl was heard from Hunter.

"I'm not hitting on her…she's the one who keeps touching me."

"I really wish I'd gone death before I head that." Adam chimed in.

"Don't we all…" Randy muttered.

There was another flash of lightening and everything went dark. Mickie let out a frightened squeak.

"The power must've gone out…I think there's some candles in the kitchen."

Amy made her way blindly towards the kitchen, Lisa going with her. The others were silent; the only sound was the rain battering the windows.

The 2 divas returned from the kitchen and place the candles around the room, the dim light they produced casting shadows over the small group.

"What are we gonna do now we can't watch the movie?"

"I guess we could tell ghost stories since its Halloween."

"I don't know any ghost stories…"

"You are the biggest waste of male DNA in the world Orton."

"Oh trust me, he totally isn't." Lisa smirked.

"Um Lise, I think I speak for everyone when I say ewwww." Mickie wrinkled up her nose.

"I've got a good Halloween story." John chirped.

"You would…" Hunter rolled his eyes.

John ignored him and started telling his story.

Halloween 1990.

A little old lady sat in a chair by the window of the large old house she lived in. She'd lived in this house her entire life, most of that time alone. She wasn't completely alone now; she had a small spaniel named Tootsie who kept her company. It was getting dark outside so Miss Mercer…

"Who's Miss Mercer?"

"The old lady now shut up Orton."

Miss Mercer slowly made her way up to bed, Tootsie curling up in her usual spot at the bottom of the bed. The house was silent until a dripping noise started in the bathroom.

Drip…drip…drip.

It got louder and louder until it woke Miss Mercer up.

Slowly the old lady made her way towards the source of the noise, petting Tootsie as she past. She walked into the bathroom and there was silence. No dripping sound. The shower was off, all the taps were off.

Miss Mercer made her way back to bed convinced she was hearing things. Tootsie had curled up and gone back to sleep, soon being joined by her owner.

"How exactly is this scary Cena?"

"I'm getting to the scary part."

30 minutes later it starts again.

Drip…drip…drip…

Once again Miss Mercer woke up and again she couldn't find anything that could be making that noise.

4 more times it happened. Tootsie had managed to sleep through all these goings on. Then it started one last time.

Drip…drip…drip…

Miss Mercer walked to the bathroom, the door swinging open slowly.

Drip…drip…drip…

The old lady opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.

Drip…drip…drip…

In front of her, hanging from the shower curtain was Tootsie, blood running from where her neck had been cut.

Drip…drip…drip…onto the floor.

"Dude that wasn't scary, that was just gross."

"Yeah well at least I actually know some Halloween stories unlike pretty boy over there."

"Hey guys it's stopped raining…"

"I'm gonna try to fix the power." Hunter left the room.

Everyone was looking out of the window except John and Amy.

"I liked your story…it did kinda scare me a bit though."

"Ya know it's a true story…and I meant what I said earlier about protecting ya."

While everyone else was occupied the West Newbury native leaned closer to the redhead and stole a kiss.

"Happy Halloween Red…"