I'm so sorry this is late, everyone! I was really tired last night & I wasn't feeling well yesterday & it just totally slipped my mind & wow I fail at keeping this deadline.

Finland: Deep breaths, Nony. It's okay. At least you're getting this up now.

Thanks, Finland

Finland: No problem.

Now, without further ado, this is the final part of Night of the Haunted, making this my first completed fic in both content and in editing (For Promise readers: The epilogue is not yet typed & edited, so yeah.)

Quick shoutout to:

Those who followed: OnWithTheButter, Oribes, RedKingOfCake (who was the one who actually sparked my initial love for writing horror. Not this, but my first horror fic), Redthorne19, and The Sterling Dragon

Those who favorited: AndDownWeGO, AwesomeBrit223, EnterTheDarkSide, OnWithTheButter, RedKingOfCake, & The Sterling Dragon

Those who reviewed: The Sterling Dragon, RedKingOfCake, & D1g1m0ncrazy

To my beyond amazing beta & best friend, Moose, who dealt with my whining & rambles as I was writing this, who also derped with me over the complex workings of the tarot cards

And a huge thank you to all the people who read this, even if they didn't favorite, review, or follow. I love you all~!

If anyone is interested in how the tarot cards worked, there are notes here on my LJ ruby-writer .livejournal

As usual, unfortunately, Hetalia does not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. I do own this plot & the Creature though.

I apologize for the ridiculously long AN, but I just wanted to thank all these wonderful people.

And now, it's time for the final part of Night of the Haunted.

Beep...Beep...Beep

My eyes slowly open to white walls.

"He's awake!" I hear a high voice cry happily. "Lukas is awake!"

Where am I? I wonder, my mind feeling foggy. Who's calling my name ?

My eyes widen when it dawns on my that I lay in a hospital. Peering around a bit, I find my left arm suspended and in a cast, bandages covering different sections of my right arm and my legs. Lifting my right hand, I even feel bandages over my nose and around my head while ignoring the IV taped to. I must look like utter crud.

"Hey. Y' ok'y?"

I spot my "brother," Berwald watching me intently. Next to him sits my actual, literal little brother, Emil. I realize that Emil called my name before.

"What happened?" I ask, my voice rough and hoarse.

"Ya fell d'wn th' st'ps," Berwald explains.

"How bad were my burns?"

"B'rns? Wh't b'rns? Y' f'll d'wn th' st'rs 't h'me. Th're w's n' f're 'nv'lv'd."

"At home? What about the haunted house?"

"What haunted house?" Emil pipes up excitedly. He tugs Berwald's sleeve. "I wanna go to a haunted house!"

"N' Em'l," Berwald replies sharply. "N' h'nt'd h'ses."

Emil pouts.

"Meanie."

"So, what happened?" I inquire, cutting off the argument.

"You tripped down the stairs at home and broke your arm and nose," Emil explains nonchalantly, swinging his feet back and forth. "Berwald's friend helped you."

"Tino?" At Berwald's nod, I add, "Did he cry first?" He nods again. Typical Tino.

Berwald sends Emil out to get a snack from a vending machine in the hall. He then turns to me and asks, "Wh't 's th's h'nt'd h'se y' k'p goin' 'n ab't?"

"I was in a haunted house with Arthur and Nicolae. Arthur had these tarot cards that turned out to be cursed and connected to a cursed deck in the house. There was this Creature, I fell through the floor twice, and Nicolae got possessed. Arthur and I split up to look for him. I think either one of them sent the house on fire."

"M'st've b'n a b'd dr'm," Berwald muses.

"It felt so real," I murmer, closing my eyes for a moment.

"T'red?"

"A bit."

Emil comes skipping happily back in with a candy bar. I'd tell him not to eat it before dinner, but I decide to let him off this one time. After a little while, he and Berwald leave to let me rest.

"This could not have been a dream," I mutter to myself. "It felt way too real."

For the first time, I notice a woman perched on a chair in a corner facing away from me.

"Hello?" I call to her.

She turns her head, peering downward. Her dark bangs obscure her eyes.

"Who are you?"

She rises from her seat, heading for the door. I catch a glimpse of bloodshot crimson eyes before she exits.

Through the wall.

I'm so proud of this ending. One of my friends was ready to skin me when I told her that this was the final end.

This may be the end of this fic, but reviews will always make me happy!

Thanks for reading & I hope I didn't disappoint anyone!