Hey guys! I'm back with chapter 2 of 42nd Avenue Horror and I really hope you like it! I'm really excited for this chapter because…well, you'll have to read to find out!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin It…seriously, if I did, I wouldn't be here writing fanfics now would I?

Chapter 2:

Nothing to be afraid of…right?

Kim's P.O.V

The minute we opened the door, which creaked as it eased open, we all stood there, frozen. I would've stepped in first to prove I wasn't afraid, but I had to admit, it was really creepy.

"Well, Jack, you're the bravest, so you should go first," Milton pressed, pushing Jack forward.

"Oh puh-lease, if anyone's the bravest; it's totally me, yo!" Jerry said, trying to act cool as usual.

"Step aside, bro," he said smugly as he lightly pushed Jack out of the way. He took one step into the house, the floorboard creaked, and he ran down the stairs screaming like a little girl. Oh geez…

I took a step into the house, then another, then another…nothing. Nothing even the slightest bit creepy happened. I smirked to myself as I walked deeper into the house.

"You guys gonna stay out there all night? 'Cuz I don't mind winning this bet!" I called over my shoulder.

I immediately heard them rustle into the house. I walked up the creaking steps and made my way to the first bedroom I saw. I propped my bag onto the bed and sat down next to it.

Jack soon entered the room, looked around, then looked back at me. He walked over and sat beside me.

"You know, this place isn't as creepy as I thought it'd be," he said, sounding slightly amazed.

I rolled my eyes. "What? You didn't seriously believe all those stupid stories, did you?"

"No, of course not! It's just that I just assumed it'd be…creepier than this, that's all," he said, once again looking at his surroundings.

I got to my feet and turned to look at Jack.

"Well?"

He looked confused. "Well, what?" he asked.

Once again, I rolled my eyes. "Well, we're not just gonna stay here all night, now are we? You don't wanna see what else this house is hiding…besides creaking floorboards?"

"Oh, yeah sure!" he said, standing up beside me.

We exited the room and once we did, the door slammed shut behind us. Jack and I both did a little jump.

Probably just the wind…

. . .

After a while of walking down long, narrow, corridors, Jack and I found Eddie, Milton and Jerry, sitting in a corner, huddled up.

I raised an eyebrow. "Ugh, Jerry, I thought you ran out?" I asked him.

"Kimmy, you didn't think I'd stay gone long, now did you?" he said mockingly.

I kicked him in the shin, then I snarled, "Don't. Call. Me. Kimmy."

After a while of talking with them, I decided to venture out on my own. I walked threw various different rooms: living room, kitchen (which had disturbing looking substances in the cupboards), dining room. I looked almost everywhere…except the basement. It's not that I was scared, which I'm not! But come on, all the bad stuff in scary movies happens in the basement.

I went back up to the room where I had put my bag, and decided to grab that bag of chips I had packed. I opened it as I was walking threw the hallway.

Suddenly, I noticed a hallway I hadn't seen earlier, which was strange considering I had probably walked down all the corridors of the house twice and wouldn't have missed it. Curious, I stepped down that new hallway slowly. I don't know why I was walking so slowly, but I didn't necessarily want to move to fast either.

I looked at my surroundings and noticed that not a single door or picture appeared on the walls. It was just an empty corridor. Until I reached the end. At the very end of the hallway, a single door was there. Just waiting, as if wanting to be opened so eagerly.

I turned the knob slowly, unsure of what lied beyond this door. Just as I was about to open it, I felt something on my shoulder and squealed in fear, dropping my bag of chips.

I turned and saw Jack in a pit of hysterics. I gave him a scowl. "Very funny," I said to him.

"You should have seen your face!" he said, still laughing.

"Ugh, whatever," I said as I turned back to open the door once more. Just as it was about to open, it didn't. It was locked.

"Oh, come on!" I exclaimed, annoyed.

Then, Jack came behind me and put his hands on the knob, over mine.

"On three," he whispered huskily into my ear. I felt a shiver go up my spine.

On three, we both turned the knob and pulled the door open with all our might, when suddenly, the door pushed itself open and Jack and I came crashing to the floor.

Then, I realized what position Jack and I were in. I was on the floor with Jack hovering over me, his knees to the sides of my waist and his hands just above my shoulders. I felt my heart speed up slightly. Why was I feeling so…odd? Its only Jack, I mean it's never been like this before.

Jack deep brown eyes started into mine, holding my gaze. We stayed like this for a while. Why? I don't know. We just did.

After a while, I let out a fake cough and he slowly got off me. We stood up, and looked at our surroundings. My heart sped up again. The room was a glowing white, the paint not chipped off like in the rest of the house, and the floors were slightly stained with a dark, crimson substance. I let my mind wander away from the floor, not wanting my suspicions of what the substance was to be a reality. There were no windows, nor was there a bed. All there was to be seen was the white of the walls, the…floor, and a simple closet with nothing inside.

Jack took a step back and said with a quiver in his voice, "Well, I've seen enough, what about you?"

I quickly nodded in agreement, and we were about to leave the room, when the door slammed shut in our faces.

We both looked at each other, fear struck all over our faces. We tried to pry open the door with all our might, but it was no use. We were locked in, with no way of getting out.

"Let's not panic, okay? Jerry, Eddie and Milton will find us eventually, right? They have to!" I exclaimed, though I didn't sound as sure as I meant to.

"Y-yeah!" Jack said in the same tone of voice, "Besides, there's nothing to be afraid of…right?"

Just as he said that, the closet doors open and shut violently and a small piece of the white wall peeled off.

I screamed and jumped closer to Jack, and he held me close to his chest protectively.

I wanted to remind myself that it was just the wind, but, then again, there were no windows…