Jazz

"So what do you think about this place Danny? It's perfect isn't it?"

Danny looked around the living room of the quaint two bedroom house. They hadn't really started moving anything into it, so the room seemed larger than it actually was. Danny took a breath and sighed happily.

"It really looks good, I can't wait to set everything up," He turned and gave the man next to him a smile. The white haired, green eyed male grinned and walked up to the raven, pulling him into his arms for a moment and giving him a kiss on the cheek before pulling away.

My brother Danny and his boyfriend had decided to move to Cambridge Illinois when they turned eighteen and they were ecstatic about their new home. It wasn't much, and it needed some care, but it was well built and wasn't too far from their collage or Amity Park which is where our family and friends lived.

"Nate? Where's the box with the dishes mom sent with us?" Danny asked.

"They should be in the kitchen with you!" Nate called out from the master bedroom.

"Okay I think I found them!"

They were going to start their first term in about a week and everything seemed to be going right for them. They had bought the house cheap and with the loan mine and Danny's parents gave them, they wouldn't have to worry about money for at least a little while. They were in love and everything seemed to be going right for them.

After Nate got done putting their clothes in the closet, he moved on what would be the guest room. He went in and began setting up the extra bed they got.

An hour later, he had the guest room set up, all it would need is some sheets for the bed. He went back into the master and his eyes widened at the site of the closet door open and everything inside taken out and thrown on the bed haphazardly.

"Uh Danny, why did you pull everything out of the closet?"

"I didn't," Danny said from the kitchen.

"You've had to, everything is on the bed." Nate said. Danny walked into the bedroom and looked at the mess on the bed.

"I've been in the kitchen this whole time, are you sure you didn't just throw everything on the bed?"

Nate gave him a look as he crossed his arms, "I know I put all the clothes and sheets in the closet Danny. If we didn't do it then who else could it have been?"

Danny shrugged, going over and picking up clothes and hangers, "You probably just decided to do it later and forgot. Here, I'll help you put em up."

Nate had told me about what happened and said he was sure he had put everything up before he went into the other room. This was only the start though. About a couple weeks after they started college, Danny got the shock of his life.

Danny was in the living room watching TV when his phone rang. 'Might be Nate telling me that he's gonna be late, I swear he's gonna wear himself out with that extra coarse in science.'

He picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Mister Fenton?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry to tell you this but, your roommate Nate Phantom has been in an accident."

Danny eyes widened in shock and he collapsed on his knees, a tight grip on the phone, "Is...is he going to be okay?" He says numbly.

"I'm sorry sir, he's dead. The breaks on the car seemed to have failed and he went into a tree...he died on impact."

Danny changed after that. He refused to eat, he couldn't sleep, he stopped going to classes so his grades were failing. His friends and I went to his house to check on him since we hadn't even had call or text from him.

Jazz knocked loudly on the door and the two girls with one boy stood on the porch waiting. After a few minutes and Danny didn't answer, Jazz knocked again, "Come on Danny, I know you're home now let us in!"

But none of us realized the kind of mess we were going into, or what had happened to make Danny the way he was.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Danny finally opened the door. His black hair was messier than usual, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his shirt and jeans were dirty and ripped. To put it simply, he looked like a ghost.

"My god Danny! What happened?" Sam asked as they all have him looks of concern. Danny chuckled and their worry spiked when he gave them a smile that was just shy of being unhinged.

"This house happened, that's what."

"What are you talking about dude?" Tucker asked as Danny stepped aside and they walked in.

The house looked like a cyclone blew through, there were broken dishes everywhere, clothes and other strange things we're thrown on the floor and...

"Is that blood on the walls?!" Sam exclaimed when she seen the trails of copper going from floor to ceiling.

"Yeah, you wanna know why we got the house so cheap?" Danny inquired, creepy smile never leaving his face.

The others slowly shook their heads as Danny walked ahead and seemed to observe the house around him. He mumbled something, "What was that Danny?" Jazz asked.

"Indian burial ground," Danny repeated louder, snickering as if it was some joke, "I called the Realtor after a while and demanded that he tell what the fuck was up with house. It was built on top of an Indian burial ground at the time the Indians were persecuted."

We remained silent as Danny spun and skipped around the room, laughing. Apparently anyone who own the house on this plot of land were cursed with bad luck and there was incidents of past owners dying in horrible accidents if they didn't move out fast enough.

"Danny, you know there's no such thing as curses," Jazz insisted. Danny laughs outright at her.

Danny was long since gone though, I noticed.

"Nate got it easy," Danny told them, tears forming in his eyes, "He was a warning, Haha! Dying a quick and painless death is a warning to get out!" He cackles, "I tried getting out, but the guy who sold this house to us wants nothing to do with it, and with gossip spreading like the infectious disease that it is..."

Danny sat on the couch roughly and put his face in his hands, "I wish he was still with me. This damn curse took him away, I just what to feel him around me again."

Jazz walked over and sat next to him, rubbing his back soothingly, "I think you're grief is getting to you little brother, how about you come stay with me for a while? Until you can get a new place? Come on, I'll even pack a bag for you."

Danny didn't say anything more as I moved him to my house. He still wouldn't eat though, saying that everything he ate tasted rotten to him, he kept getting nightmares so he couldn't sleep. Accidents started happening around the house, but I chalked it up to coincidence. I started thinking that maybe it was time to get a therapist for him, since I wasn't able to help but every time I bought it up he'd refuse.

Danny is sitting alone in the guest room crying, he misses his boyfriend so bad, it was killing him. The air dropped several degrees, causing him to shiver. He looked up and gasped, a wide smile appearing on his face.

The last time I saw Danny was several weeks after he came to stay with me. I came home from buying groceries and...

Jazz opened the door and went into the kitchen, "Danny, could you help me with the bags in the car?" No answer. Jazz rolled her eyes, "Come on Danny, I have frozens!" She went to check his room but found it empty.

"Danny?"

I searched all throughout the house, but Danny was nowhere to be seen. I started to worry because at that time he didn't leave the house for anything and I thought that if he did he would have called to tell me.

"Mom? Is Danny there?"

"No sweetie, I thought he was staying with you?"

"He was, but he disappeared. If you find him can you please tell me?"

"Sure sweetie, I will."

I had called all his friends, I call our parents, I had even called Nate's parents since they had loved him like their own. But nobody had even heard from him. I called the police and they came to my house to check any clues to where he might have gone.

Jazz sat in a kitchen chair as the police sweeped the house. A man, who had introduced himself as Detective Noel, sat at the chair next to her.

"Well his bag is still here, there's no sign of a struggle. Miss Fenton, would there be a reason that your brother would want to leave?"

Jazz shook her head, "No, he was basically a recluse after his boyfriend died. The only place I know he might go is-" Her eyes widened in realization and she jerked up from her chair.

"Miss Fenton?" The detective asked.

Jazz had a determined expression as she ran to get her keys, "I think I know where he might be!"

With the police following me, we went to the house in Cambridge. When we got inside, it looked exactly the same as when I'd left with him all those weeks ago, but in the back of my mind I couldn't help but wonder: Why here?

Jazz and the officers search the house, Det. Noel whistled as he seen the shape the house was in, "This kid got some problems doesn't he?"

Jazz glared at him but didn't say anything. She stepped on something that and looked down to see a picture frame, the glass broken, but the picture inside missing.

"Sir I think we found him!"

Noel and Jazz ran in the direction the voice came from and came to the master bedroom, which for one reason or another was perfectly clean. A police officer was standing in front of the closet and Jazz walked over and gasped.

There Danny was on the floor, curled up like a child in a game of hide and seek. Another officer was leaning over him, checking his pulse before shaking his head, "He's dead sir."

Tears gathered in Jazz's eyes as she looked him up and down, "How?" She whispered.

The officer looked up at her, "That's undetermined as of now, he had this in his hand though," He handed her a photograph.

Jazz took it and gazed at the image of her little brother and Nate at their graduation party, Both boys had an arm around the other and such big grins on their faces that just looking at the picture made Jazz smile with them. They had such a bright future, how in the world did it go wrong?

She walked out of the room, still gazing at the photo, when a cold sensation overcame her. She looked up and her jaw dropped.

I couldn't believe my eyes! There, at the end of the hall were Danny and Nate, looking just as they did before this whole mess started. I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other, but they were laughing and dancing together as if they didn't have a care in the world.

"Danny..."

"Miss Fenton?"

Jazz jerked her head away from the site as Noel gave her a pitying smile, "We're gonna head out, and I think it's time you did as well."

Jazz nodded as the man patted her shoulder and left with the paramedics that had shown up when she wasn't looking. She turned back to where the boys were and froze up; the scene was different.

They were still dancing, but Nate was covered in blood and Danny was ice blue. The scene seemed less sweet and more crazed as they spun each other around. A black oily substance began pouring off the walls and Jazz instinctively knew that it was infecting them somehow.

I watched in horror as Danny and Nate halted their dance and clutched their heads in pain. I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what to do. Danny turned to look at me and his eyes were black and red as he gritted his teeth.

"RUN!!!"

The force that Danny put behind that one word was so strong that I found myself in my car and pulling out of the driveway. As I looked back, I seen those two boys, looking at me through a window, and I knew right then that they were trying to tell me, 'I'm sorry'.

When the results of my brother's autopsy came back, it said that Danny had somehow froze from the inside out, there was some strain on his heart though, which meant that something had terrified him so bad he went into cardiac arrest. They said that the latter could have happened first, but they couldn't explain how, in the middle of fall, Danny could have froze like he was in the middle of thirty degree weather. I told my parents what happened and being the ghost fanatics they are, they decided to go back to the house.

Thankfully, they were able to free the boys, along with the other trapped souls in the house, but they weren't able to get rid of the negative energy inside it. That house still stands to this day, and I hope and pray that nobody else lives there.