*Hi all :D My spooky Stendan fic is almost at an end, thinking ch 6 will be the last one.
Not sure how to end it though, should I kill them all off, leave the ending open? (Call the ghost busters? :) Let me know your thoughts.
As always huge thanks for your comments/reviews, this one was great to write. *

Chapter 5

Brendan, Nate and Ste walked into a mad house. The lights were flashing on and off, the huge chandelier above them was swinging to and fro vigorously. In the kitchen the large black pot was squeaking as it rocked.

"Ahh, home crap home" Brendan drawled as the others had their mouths wide open in shock.

"Wha, what the hell is going on!?" Ste grabbed hold of Brendan and hung on to him tightly.

Nate and Brendan both looked at each other. "Cheryl" They both said in unison

"CHERYL? WHERE ARE YOU?!"Nate yelled

"Chez the house is freaking out on us down ere!" Ste shouted.

"The house is freaking out?" Brendan asked Ste "You make it sound like the house is alive!"

"Could be, I mean when was the last time you woke up on a boat in the middle of a lake?"Ste replied nodding his head.

"Yeah exactly!" And you put me there! A ghost who looks the spit of you is wandering around here" Ste finished.

"I might be able to help you out there" Nate interrupted. "Cheryl found some photos, and on one is a man who looks like Brendan, with a child and a woman"

Just then a stone hit Brendan on the arm, making him yell out. More missiles were thrown at them.

"Ouch! Now it's throwing rocks?" Brendan asked as he grabbed Ste and Nate by their arms and raced to the stairs. They all bound up the staircase and onto the hall. As they looked towards the study the light that had kept appearing could be seen under the door shining brightly.
They all walked across the hallway, and Brendan turned the handle to walk in.

The study was a tip, books were strewn all over the floor, Father Des was stood praying and Cheryl was cowering under the desk asking Father Des to stop. Brendan calmly walked over to Father Des and put a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to look at him and stopped praying.

Not long after the oil lamp started to dim slowly until it had gone out completely.
Brendan and Ste began picking up all the books, putting them all back on the shelves.
Ste went to stand on the desk and then stood on the chair, trying to reach out his hands to grab down the rope.

The chair began to move, very slowly so much so no one had noticed. Ste was reaching but couldn't quite reach the rope so he stood up on his tip toes, the chair kept moving, the chair wobbled a bit as Ste tried to steady himself.

The chair was on the edge of the table, as it wobbled some more. Ste grabbed the rope down and smiled "Got it!" as the chair moved fast off the desk making Ste fall crashing his arm on the desk and onto the floor.

"Steven!" Cried Brendan as he rushed over to him, "Are you ok?" Brendan put his hand under Ste's neck.

"Ow, yeah I think so, my own fault I shouldn't have balanced on the chair" Ste groaned as his arm was painful.

"You do get into some situations eh Ste?" Nate observed while trying to calm a hysterical Cheryl down.

Father Des had re adjusted the chair and sat down. He looked in deep thought as the others tried to sort out the room.

"I think you have a slight haunting here" Father Des explained.

" A SLIGHT haunting? Ye ain't kidding!" Cried Cheryl as she finally began to calm.

"The blessing has made it worse" Brendan scoffed "Ye shouldn't have come here Father"

"Hey I asked him to come Brendan! We need to get these spirits out!" Cheryl exclaimed.

"I think we should talk to them" Nate spoke as he sat on the desk. Maybe they just need to tell us something before, you know, moving on?" Nate reasoned with the others.

"Have a séance?" Ste suggested "Although it may make them mad again"

Father Des stood up. "I cannot get involved in that kind of thing, I will continue to bless the rooms in this house for you and leave."

"Be careful downstairs, Father Des" Ste piped up "They are chucking things around willy-nilly down there!"

Father Des nodded as he raised his eyebrows and left the study.

Cheryl needed to have a wash so she asked Nate to accompany her to their bedroom, leaving Brendan and Ste tidying up. They wandered in as Nate flung himself on the four poster bed and rested his eyes while Cheryl entered the bathroom.

Cheryl decided to run a bath so she put in the plug, poured in strawberry bath cream and ran the water. She got undressed and put on a toweling robe as she went to the sink. She began to wash her face.

Over on the bath side there was a razor, it was an old fashioned razor that barbers sometimes use. It was unsheaved, and it began to move slowly across the bath side, as the bubbles began to rise up in the water the razor kept moving along until it fell into the bath.

Cheryl was washing her face, rubbing the water into it trying to forget what had been happening. She looked up to the mirror, it had steamed up and there was writing across it she read it out to herself. "it won't ever stop"

Cheryl winced and rubbed at the mirror quickly rubbing away the message, as she saw a woman behind her in the reflection,eyes widened staring at Cheryl, the woman's mouth opened and she showed her teeth in anger as Cheryl spun around quickly to see nobody there. She looked back into the mirror, the woman was gone.

"NATE?! Are you still there? Cheryl asked shaking. "Yes dear" Came the reply.
"Don't leave babe, okay? I am just having a quick bath, stay with me" Cheryl pleaded.
"I will love, don't worry" Nate replied as he turned on his side drifting off into sleep again.

Nate was lightly snoring as a breeze came over the room, it made the curtains around the bed dance. There was a piece of cord around each post tying up the curtain. As the breeze moved one of the pieces of cord unraveled itself and moved down towards Nate.

Back in the bathroom Cheryl had turned off the taps, she made sure the door was ajar before standing over the bath, she lowered her foot in slowly then moved her other one in as she slid down into the bath.

The bath was lovely and warm,as she hummed into the bubbles and closed her eyes.

As Cheryl stretched her legs out, her leg caught the razor, it tore into her skin as blood poured out of the wound and turned the water red, Cheryl panicked as she slipped under the water kicking her legs about as the razor kept cutting her skin.

Trying to grab hold of the bath sides with her hands, but kept slipping.
Above her out of the water she saw the woman looking over her,watching.

The bathroom door slowly closed to, muffling out the splashing sounds Cheryl was making.

The piece of cord was sliding up at Nate and around his neck, it tightened as Nate opened his eyes wide and gasped with fear. Bringing up his arms to the cord around his neck.

Brendan and Ste's attempt to tidy up had now become a game of 'I'll throw a book at your head for a laugh', as they were just randomly grabbing books chucking them at each other and laughing like a pair of idiots.

This went on for a while, until Ste tired, sat on the desk. Brendan came up to him and put his arms round his waist. They began to kiss as Ste shuffled back onto the desk as Brendan climbed over him.

"Hmm, this desk is giving me some good memories Steven, as he bit down on his neck. The club office has a similar desk doesn't it?" He purred into Ste's ear as he kissed and nuzzled down the side of his neck.

Ste smiled as he pushed his body up into Brendan, rubbing there groins against each other. Pulling Brendan by his lower back down hard against his body.

"Bren, we can't, what if the spirits come back?" Ste sighed contently into Brendan's ear.

"They will be too busy to bother us Steven" Brendan moaned with arousal.

They were kissing deeply and getting carried away when a light disturbed them. The lamp on the desk shone brightly, and they heard a noise from down the hallway.
Brendan sat up and adjusted his trousers as Ste did the same, they slid off the desk. "To be continued..." Whispered Brendan as he kissed him again.

They walked down the hallway, they could hear a strange noise, as they walked down they realized it was coming from Cheryl and Nate's room. Brendan tried the handle but it wouldn't shift.

Inside the bedroom, Nate was struggling with the cord as it curled tighter around his neck,he couldn't breathe and was desperately gasping for air. He managed to pull it down long enough to let out a strangled cry at the door, seeing the handle was moving.
Brendan heard this and looked at Ste concerned, he took a run up to the door and burst through as Nate was turning blue gasping for breath.

"Jesus! Nate!" Brendan grabbed hold of the cord and loosened it as Nate fell to the floor gasping. He pointed a shaky arm to the bathroom.

"Cheryl?!" Ste screamed as he ran into the bathroom, no Cheryl and a bath full of blood stained water. He pulled out the plug and grabbed down to find Cheryl who had stopped breathing.

Brendan helped Ste as they lifted her onto the floor and Ste attempted to resuscitate her.
He breathed into her mouth and started compressions on her chest,but Cheryl didn't move,her lips were a purple/blue colour, as Ste desperately continued to breathe the life back into her lungs.

He glanced up and Brendan and shook his head,as tears began rolling down Brendan's cheeks he knelt down and whispered to Cheryl.

"Chez,ye gotta breathe for us,please Chez" Brendan looked at Ste as he took a deep sigh and tried again,the third time of doing this Cheryl spluttered and coughed as water spilled out of her mouth.

Ste helped Cheryl into her robe and Brendan carried her to the sofa in the bedroom. Ste then bandaged her badly cut leg, as Nate came to sit by her, he held her hand.

Brendan was pacing the room. "What happened? Chez?"Brendan asked

"Well I felt something cut me in the bath, and I slipped, and a woman kept staring at me too" Cheryl shivered as she spoke

"Woman? What woman?" Ste asked intrigued. "There's a razor in the bath Chez, that's what cut you!" Ste was looking at the razor,his body shuddered.

"The one in the photo, look on the table over there, we found them in the study" Cheryl explained as she pointed at the table. "That razor was on the side of the bath,it must have fallen in when I wasn't looking"

"It's the people in the photo, they are the ghosts here except..."

"The swirling wotsit" Ste interrupted as he looked up at the others all staring at him. "What?! It is a swirly...fine whatever!" He huffed as he looked at the photos.

"Oh my god, That man! He's the one I saw at the boathouse, and the girl in the lake! She saved me" Ste said

"I saved you!"Nate replied

"No, yes, I mean before that, she showed me your hand in the water" Ste explained as he passed them over to Brendan.

The house soon began to fall silent again; Father Des had left around 4pm after he had blessed the house at Cheryl's request. The house had got a lot worse upon his arrival.

Ste made them all some tea and they sat down at the kitchen table to eat. No one spoke they were all trying to process what had occurred to them over the last day or so. It was getting late as they crashed out together on the sofas in front of the roaring fire.

Cheryl had brought out all the letters and photos she had found in the study and passed them around, they were all looking through trying to find some sense to all the happenings at the house.

Newspaper cuttings.

Child death
1926

Tragedy strikes as young child drowns in lake.
Despite efforts from her father Eldon, the little girl was never found.
There have been rumors as to how the girl found her way onto the lake.

Man found Hanged.
1926

House cursed locals say as man found hanged in study at 'Forgotten House'
Eldon Silas a known business man renowned for his property dealings has been found hanging in the study at his home. His wife at this time inconsolable after recently losing her child.
The child drowned in the lake.
There have been tales of witchcraft being practiced at the property.
Locals fear as anger mounts.

Letter to Mary

Dearest Mary,
I fear living in this house now. Our beautiful daughter was lost and now my husband, your brother took his own life.
I have done bad things, and I fear it is my own doings that brought us all this death.
Please come to the house, I no longer have a use for it, I will sacrifice my life in order to try and restore peace in a tortured home.
Sincerely
Lorena.
P.S Beware the dark entity, I let it in, now it never leaves.

Ste read out the letter to a shocked response, he was shaking and Brendan put his hand on his to steady him.

"Mary, that's who left us the house Bren" Cheryl said as she took out the letter from her bag she'd arrived with.

Dear Seamus,
I know you cut off this side of our family, and I understand now why.
I am old and cannot look to the house any longer, please do with it as you wish.
Be warned, the house has secrets, and the rumors you heard are true.
Tread with an open mind.
Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.

The key opens all the doors.
Mary.

Nate stood up and walked over to the large fire, he stoked it as the flames shot up higher.

He looked in thought. Brendan put his arm around Ste's shoulder and moved him back on the sofa, pulling him in to a comforting hug and kissed his forehead. Cheryl watched Nate, deep in his thoughts.

Upstairs in the study, a thump noise was made, but the others didn't hear it, it happened again, under the door the light began to shine once more. The round knob of the study door creaked, as it began to turn slowly.

Downstairs Ste was led back on Brendan sighing contently; he looked up and saw the chandelier had started to sway again. He sat up quickly, shaking Brendan out of his peacefulness.

"Hey! I was enjoying our hug then, why did ye move Steven?" Brendan pouted slightly.

"That's why!" Ste pointed up as the others looked up.

"Oh god, it's starting again!" Cheryl squealed as she rushed over to Nate.

"I think we should have a séance" Nate said again as the others looked at him surprised.

"A WHAT?! Nate, have you lost all of your brain cells?!" Cheryl gasped at him "We should leave here!"

"If we leave,the house will still be dangerous to others who visit here."
"I just think if we could talk to them, maybe they'd get some peace?" Nate suggested

"You want to give the ghosts peace? Yeah Nate, why don't we do that, they have feelings too right? It's not their fault we're scared shitless after all" Ste threw his arms in the air.

Brendan stood up and put a hand on Ste's shoulder.

"Ok let's not get shirty with each other, I think Nate means they might want to tell us something, then they'd be happy, and cross over, leave the house for good?" Brendan looked at Nate who was nodding in agreement.

"Oh fine, but if your head does that spinney thing like the girl off exorcist I'm leaving!" Ste pouted and crossed his arms.

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