Sorry for the delay in updating 'Haunted'. It seems to want to take its time in leading me in a certain direction.

Yugi: PhantomBrat also has misplaced many prewritten stories, including the starts of one that she wishes to gift to a writer who can do Puzzleshipping and has a history of completing stories quickly.

The downside to actually cleaning/organizing my room…I can't find anything I want.

Yugi: So please enjoy chapter 4 of 'Haunted'.

Bakura and Marik pestered Yami until he caved and allowed them to accompany him to the house. He was curious to see whether or not he had a reply to his list of planned tasks. To see that a couple of new lines were added was a complete shock to him. One of them was what Yami took as a 'polite' threat while the second line was a message to open a few windows to let a breeze through when he started to repaint the inside of the house. Bakura was curious about the locked room now that he had read the 'threat'. He slipped upstairs to take a look.

Malik was floating around the second floor through the rooms when he spotted the teen who looked like a meaner Ryou trying to open their room. He growled in the boy's ear but was ignored. Deciding to take things a step further, Malik thought back to the last sound he heard himself make when he had been stabbed and let out a similar cry. The teen dropped his pick and looked in Malik's direction. That was when Malik appeared before him in his 'Death Form', laying in the same place and position where he had been killed.

The trapped spirit smirked as he reverted to his regular state when the teen cried out in shock and rushed down the steps to the door.

Bakura had seen a form that looked like his brother 'dead' in the room at the top of the stairs. He couldn't stand the sight of what could have actually been Marik all beaten, cut open, and shot in the head. As he ran outside, Bakura heard Yami ask what was wrong.

Yami followed him out and waited until Bakura calmed a little. "What happened," he asked.

Bakura shook his head, "I am NOT going back up there until you take care of Marik and his stupid pranks."

"Bakura," Yami started, "he's been with me the whole time painting the living room."

"THEN WHAT WAS THAT!? I saw something upstairs that looked a lot like Marik!"

Yami sighed, "Where were you and what were you doing upstairs?"

"I just wanted to see what was in that locked room!"

"There you go," Yami replied. "You weren't supposed to even try and open that room."

"So I scared the living daylights out of him," Malik stated proudly after recounting the failed attempt of the teen who tried to enter their room uninvited.

Yugi sighed as he drifted to his dusty bed and 'sat' on the comforter their mother had made for him. He longed for the days of their short lives when they could feel everything around them. He missed being able to chase the fireflies and catch them in his hands, to feel the icy cold of snow as it was gathered into a ball by bare hands, to complain about the heat of summer and then enjoy the bliss of playing in the river until they were called in for meals.

He dreaded the events that would once again repeat themselves later that week. The little spirit hoped that the teen and his companions would leave before that happened. Unfortunately, Yugi also wished that if they did stay, that one of them would keep their wits about them. He had a feeling that if someone weren't frightened off that maybe they would discover what happened to their remains. They had a feeling that their bodies had been buried somewhere in the collapsed barn as they couldn't go near it without their forms threatening to give out on them. If that happened, as Yugi had found out the hard way, they were sent back to wherever it was they were killed and out of contact with the others for a short time.

Bakura refused to set foot into the old farmhouse and waited outside until Yami and Marik finished painting the living room. He looked up at the second-story window and froze. A small figure nearly resembling Yami appeared in the window. The child gave a small smile and waved to him before it was pulled from sight and replaced with a younger looking him. The youth shook their head before vanishing and the tattered curtains were pulled shut.

When Yami and Marik stepped out and the door was locked, Bakura confronted Yami. "There were two boys up there! I saw them looking out from that window on the second story!" He pointed to said window.

Yami sighed, "Grandpa did say that three kids died out here around the same time. I'll show you something the next time we're out here. Maybe it'll help us learn who they were?"

"Whatever," Bakura grumbled, "I just want to get out of here!"

"I told you to stay away from the window," Malik hissed at Yugi while Ryou closed the curtains.

Yugi sighed, "I was just curious about that weird thing that was in the front yard. I can't help it that that boy who looks like Ryou saw me."

"The damage was done when you up and frightened the boy, Malik. Granted, this is our room and he needs to learn to respect boundaries. Nevertheless, what you did was far worse than Yugi looking outside."

Malik sighed and left the room before he blew up at his brothers.

I apologize for the short chapter, but I wanted to have Bakura scared senseless and Malik needed his bit of fun.

Malik: Did I ever! Thanks PhantomBrat.

No problem!

Bakura: I will make you suffer for that you two!

Yeah, yeah. Just don't mess with my stuff. I barely remember where everything is at the moment.

Yugi: Check out 'Hunted' next. *Gives Pitiful Puppy Phace (Face)* Please?

Ryou: Until next time!