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Duncan

"Get into the room you two! Fast!"

Courtney and Noah dashed down the hall, pushing against one another to get into her bedroom. Once the two were safely inside, Duncan slammed the door shut."Barricade yourselves in!"He yelled, revving the chainsaw.

Promptly following command, the two had shoved a dresser and bedside table to block the door. Once they were secure, Noah sat down on Courtney's bed, already reading his book."How can you be so calm at a time like this? My television just came to LIFE!"Courtney shouted, pacing back and forth. He shrugged."If I'm going to die, might as well be doing what I love moments before being torn to little bloody chunklets."Noah said in reply.

Sounds of the monstrous television coould be head as it clamored up the stairs. Soon it reached the floor of destination, It's hulking frame filled the hallway, trapping Duncan between itself and the barricaded room. Arcs of buzzing electricity moved around it's body as it crept closer to it's prey.

It's livewire arms shot out, entangling Duncan, sending volts of electricity surging through his body. The acrid smell of charred flesh filled the area.

"The chainsaw you fool!"The Terror Mask's voice cut through the bouts of pain and electricity, seemingly unfazed by the attack.

With forced movement, Duncan ripped the whirring blades through the wire arms, releasing him from the creature's grip. Another screech came from the television, as if in pain. The severed arm sputtered and crackled on the ground."Ah, I love the sound of dismemberment."Duncan smiled beneath the mask. He approached the television, ready to attack with his weapon of choice. As a last resort, the monster cranked up the volume, the little bar appeared on it's screen/face, telling Duncan the sound on the television was at the maximum.

Another wail, but this one nearly shattered his skull. Duncan was used to loud music, he usually had his Ipod or car stero blaring at full sound, but this noise was...unearthly. Nearly every window in the home broke, and the force of the blast knocked Duncan back, making him crash straight through the barricade into Courtney's room. His body hit the wall, and his limp form then fell to the floor with a heay thud.

Courtney approached him."Oh God...he's unconscious!"

"Just great. Our only defense has decided to take a little nap."Noah flipped the page of his book, reaching the end."Well lookie here. Everybody dies at the end of this story too."

The monstrous television somehow managed to squeeze itself into the room, towering above the two as it's head scraped the ceiling. It ignored Courtney and Noah for the moment, it's sole focus on the one who had sliced it's arms off. It shoved Courtney aside with the remaining stubs of wire that used to be an arm, it's sheer power making her crash into her dresser, the said furniture toppling right on top of her.

Noah seemed concerned now. He leapt to his feet, desperately trying to lift the heavy chunk of designed wood off of her."Curse you nerd strength!"He strained.

The Television bent over Duncan, unleashing another amplified wail onto him. And another. And another. Duncan's unconscious body began to rupture, bleeding all over from places where the skin and muscle were torn from the sonic sound.

"Wake up...wake up Duncan-boy!"The Mask tried to speak out, but no reaction came from the Punk.

And yet another wail. Blood sputtered out of Duncan like a running faucet.

Noah managed to lift the dresser into the air by just barely an inch. He used every ounce of energy he had to keep that dresser an inch off of Courtney. With not as much pressure on her, Courtney shouted,"WAKE UP YOU OGRE! WAKE UP YOU IDIOT! I SWEAR I'LL HAUNT YOU IF I DIE!"

Duncan stirred. He stood up shakily."Wha...why am I bleeding so much?"He mumbled, only to be smashed against the wall by the Television. It's static face cackled.

Now slightly recooperated, Duncan fought back, pushing with his own strength. He shoved the monster back out into the hallway. Using only one hand, he lifted the dreser off of the CIT, tossing it into the corner."Your welcome."He said to Noah.

"Courtney, do you have any firearms in this stupid house? Your Dad's a gun aficionado, right?"Duncan thought up for a second weapon, the chainsaw wasn't starting up. The revving cord seemed stuck.

"Yeah...down the hall, in his office..."She replied, standing back up and dusting herself off.

Duncan didn't waste a jumped over the television, turning into the office and slamming the door shut. His eyes roamed over the small room, searching for a weapon. His searching eyes settled on a double-barrel shotgun hanging proudly on a wall. He picked it up, weighing it in his hands."Old-fashioned, but it'll do."Duncan said. He searchd the desk the shotgun stood over, finding a box of shells in a drawer. He placed those in his jean pocket.

Loading the gun, he kicked open the door, to see the television creature stumbling down the hallway, angrier than ever at him."Sorry, your cable bill hasn't been paid on time."The Mask laughed as Duncan raised the shotgun to his shoulder, aiming.

Duncan let out an exasperated sigh at the Mask's remarks. He squeezed the trigger, and a blast shattered the entire screen of the television. It still moved forward though, it's movements slow and the bullet-shattered screen flickering between life and death. Duncan reloaded, and fired once more.

A loud bang. The television toppled to the ground, the ghost that had possessed it finally gone.

He clipped the shotgun to his side on a belt loop and walked over to Courtney and Noah. He expected a thank you, but got a smack on the head instead."You ruined my Daddy's plasma screen!"Courtney chided, giving him another smack.

"I just saved your live's. You think a guy would get a little more appreciation for that."Duncan replied in an annoyed tone.

"As if. Noah's the one who deserves most of the credit, trying his hardest to lift that heavy thing off of me."

Noah smirked at Duncan, only to get smacked in the back of the head as well.

"Don't let it give you a big head."She chided to him next.

After being yelled at some more like a child, Duncan finally left, seeking out the remaining ghosts. He searched and destroyed the next four. With nine down, only three remained.

As he followed the tenth ghoul, Duncan began to wonder."What's keeping the Doc from sending more friendly ghosts our way?"He asked the Mask.

"Like I said, he needs only twelve innocent people with spilled blood. And since we're outside the boundaries of the West Mansion, we're outside of his control. He doesn't know that we've stopped his little spectral friends. For all he knows, twelve ghosts have found their prey, and are just taking their idle time in returning. They don't get out of that hell-on-earth often..."The Mask replied.

And the tenth ghost arrived at it's random target. Another home of a well-liked friend."DJ...man I'm coming."Duncan didn't want the innocent animal-lover to get hurt.