So many boxes!
Too many boxes!
They hid beneath the kitchen table, waited in every room, and tripped him at every turn…
There were way too many boxes, and they drove Matthew crazy. Box after box he unpacked, and still there seemed to be thousands more waiting just beyond the door…
Once he finished unpacking, Matthew never wanted to see another box again, for as long as he lived…
At the exception, of course, of boxes of pancake mix, but that went without saying.

In one of the boxes that Matthew had been unpacking, he found a shiny trophy that really cheered him up.

It was a hockey trophy.

And man, did Matthew ever miss playing hockey. It had been one of the good things about his old home. The only place were people never forgot him was the rink. He was a star, amazing… Shy, but amazing. With a sigh of nostalgia, Matthew took the trophy and placed it on the shelf in his room. How it had gotten into his box of photo albums, he would never know.

The next three days passed in boredom and without very much event. Fey had invited him over for dinner with her until he got settled in… Or at least, until he got his kitchen unpacked and ready for use. Gilbert was right about one thing; She had tons of plants in her house, flowers and little vines and even a tiny tree on the table.
"My husband loves flowers." Fey told him when she saw him staring. "Plus, it purifies the air."
His mind caught on one little fact, however. There were pictures of Fey and her husband in the house, but he had never seen anyone else. Only Fey and her cat Camelot, who slept on her lap during their supper.

And Gilbert was still being himself, constantly annoying Matthew about how awesome he was, and how he should come and visit, or asking whether he needed his awesome assistance in unpacking. His friends were loud and rowdy whenever they came to visit, which was every night for those three nights. But one of them had the decency to come up to his door and apologize profusely for the noise. His name was Antonio. He was a pretty decent person, cheerful and passionate. They talked a few times. Matthew would tell him about his new job, about Hockey and about his brother. Antonio would go into passionate rants about his adorable boy friend or the tomatoes in his back yard, or even his home country of Spain. They talked a long time on the subject, comparing their home countries of Spain and Canada, each very interested in what the other had to say. It made the hour that Antonio had to spend waiting for his boyfriend to pick him up much shorter. (Antonio's boy friend kept the car when Antonio went to Gilbert's, claiming it was because he had things he wanted to do. But, Antonio had said with a proud smile, the real reason was that the other thought Antonio might drink too much while he was out with his friends. It was cute how he cared.)

All in all, life was good. On Wednesday, Gilbert invited Matthew over. Being the kind and respectful person he was, he accepted once again.
"So, do you know the legend about your apartment?" Gilbert asked casually with a beer can in hand. Matthew had opted for some tea instead. It reminded him of the person that his brother was dating.
"Not really." Matthew admitted. Although the subject was odd and random, Matthew had to admit that it was a welcome change from Gilbert talking about how awesome he was.
"Well then! Since you live there, I think the awesome me should educate you! So listen up!" Gilbert said, with a strange laugh that sort of sounded like `Kesesese!` or something. Matthew sat back, ready for the story, and sipped his tea calmly, careful not to burn himself on it.
"So, apparently this creepy Russian guy owned the house before Fey did. Back then it was one whole house. Fey and Myron just separated it in three when they got it. Anyways, the dude was lonely, and he only got more lonely as time passed, because people tend to forget this place even exists… So he died of loneliness. And no one gave a damn because he was an evil asshole, apparently. So he haunts the house, and kidnaps people who live in the middle apartment! What a load of bull, heh?" Gilbert finished his rant-Story, and Matthew nodded hesitantly, chuckling nervously.
"Y-Yeah." He stuttered with a shiver. His brother had instilled in him the belief and the fear of ghosts when they were very young, and they had even lived in a house that had been haunted when they were younger.

Evil Russian ghosts who kidnap people… Yup, Matthew was certain he wouldn't be sleeping tonight, no thanks to a certain Albino…