A/N: I am so sorry for not uploading this in weeks! I was busy on two chapters for my other story and I meant to finish this yesterday (it was also my birthday, yesterday by the way) but I couldn't and I'm really sorry for that! Wow, I just noticed how short this chapter is compared to my other ones. But I hope you enjoy it!

Crestilia: Gee, don't act so surprised. XD

Juster of Rivia: Really? I didn't even realized I was putting in Resident Evil 7 references in this story.

The moment she saw Greninja disappear back into his Pokéball, Bonnie realized that she was alone. Sure, she had Dedenne and Squishy with her, but it would make her feel better if she had a Dark-type with her if she were to meet a murderous spirit within these halls. However, Bonnie knew she shouldn't push Greninja into defending her with a stab wound to the leg. That would just be cruel. No, she won't be a scared little girl. Her friends need her. Her brother needs her. And she's willing to do anything to save him.

Taking a deep breath, Bonnie turn her head towards the staircase. Although they seem harmless, Bonnie knew what awaited her at the top in both directions. A possible death in the hands of one of her best friends. She knew it wouldn't be his fault, though. But it didn't change the fact he would face an unbearable amount of guilt if he were to kill any of them. Oh, why did she had to bring the mystery of the Lewis Manor up? Maybe it would've stopped the spirits from focusing on them and Ash would still be the same cheerful boy they knew.

But she can't change the past. All she needs to do is face the present of the horrible reality that her friend is possessed by a serial killer.

After adjusting her yellow satchel that's secured around her body, she looked down to see the terrified faces of her Pokémon. "Well, up we go?" She tried to sound positive in order to make her Pokémon feel better. However, it didn't work as Dedenne only pushed himself further into the satchel. Squishy didn't look much better either. It didn't show any fear in its eyes. Just this blank stare as if it was already expecting the possessed Ash to jump out at them.

She decided to ignore any more thoughts as she made her first step on the stairway of swivet.

Why couldn't he do anything right?

He tried to be a good boy for his parents, but they ignored him and treated him like dirt. Called him horrible things like "Devil's spawn" or "cursed child" and he took it all. He was willing to take all the harsh words and being treated by those horrible doctors in some hope to get his parents to, at least, somewhat like him, for Maya's sake.

But then his parents decided to go off the deep end and have Maya cremated even though there was nothing wrong with her. Her caused of death wasn't harmful to anyone and yet they wanted to get rid of the only thing that he could properly remember his sister by so they could punish her for loving him.

He never asked for Maya to love him. After all, she was the perfect child. But that didn't seem to be enough for their parents.

So he made them suffer a similar fate. It wasn't like being cremated since he didn't know how to control fire, but it was effective. He couldn't even recognize them himself and it wasn't hard to not remember their cold faces. He should've really thanked Willy for giving him the chance to punish them like they had punished Maya.

It was only a month after the incident that he realized what he did was absolutely horrific. He could imagine all the horrible things Maya would say to him if she were still here. But then that horrible reality sunk in and Maya wasn't there to lecture him. She wasn't there to do anything.

He wanted his big sister back.

That was why he decided to listen to her. To him. To them.

All he needed to do was find that little girl and he will get his sister back.

Which prove to be more difficult than he thought since this house is practically a maze. Ironically enough, he's spent both lives - dead and alive - in this house and yet he could never get it fully memorized. He had no idea who he will find in this house but if it's any of those older kids he'll kill them straight away. No more specific murders, he wasted enough time so that one of them could fight back long enough for his friends to escape. If he were to find the little girl...

Well, he hopes this kid's strong enough to knock someone out.

He made his way over to one of the doors in the hall and twisted the knob. When he opened the door he didn't expect to find his decayed sister standing on the other side.

"Tommy..." She whispered in a voice that didn't sound like the one he remembered. It was more, demonic. The moment he saw his sister suddenly right in front of him he screamed and jumped back. He ended up landing on his behind and tried to scoot away from his sister as far as he could, but he only ended up hitting his back against the wall.

"No... No..." He begged, shaking his head back and forth. He didn't want to see her again.

Although it almost looked like his sister, he knew it wasn't her. He remembered his sister having beautiful fair skin that was supposed to glow in the sunlight, but this person had gray skin that looked almost cracked and ready to fall off. Her eyes were milky white as if she was blind, but he knew better. The raven-haired bob cut that he was so used to seeing had become thin and greasy. She wore a torn and dirty version of the dress he last saw Maya in before her death.

"What's the matter, Tommy?" The standing corpse version of his sister asked with a tilt of her head, her voice now sounding close to the voice that used to comfort him during nightmares but that demonic tone was still there - probably to toy with him. "I thought you want to see your big sister again."

He shook his head as he slowly started to stand up, using the wall behind him as a support. "You're not real... No, you're not...!"

The thing's face turns into a frown as it began to near him. "Why did you kill me, Tommy?!" She demanded in a high voice, the demonic side growing louder.

He could feel tears that weren't his won fall from his face. "I didn't-"

"Was I really that unimportant to you?!"

"No!" At this point, he didn't care if this thing was his sister or not. "I didn't mean to kill you, Maya!"

"Why didn't you save me then, Tommy?" His "sister" continued, not satisfied with his answer. "Why did you want me to die?!"

"I didn't want you to die, Maya," he sobbed, reaching his hand out to the decayed version of his sister. "I swear..."

He only blinked for a moment and she was gone. No decayed sister blaming him for what happened to her. He was only reaching out to thin air.

He shook his head, this wasn't the first time those hallucinations of his sister would haunt him. Taunt him since he was technically the reason why she died. It was guilt he had to live with- even in the afterlife- for a long time. Which is why he needs to find that little girl and fast. He wants to see his sister so badly and maybe she will finally forgive him for killing her.

He turned around to make his way down the hall only to nearly walk right into his decayed sister. He yelped and fell down once again, his eyes never leaving the ghastly version of his sister. "No... Please, no..."

Then a terrifying thing happened; Maya reached up to grip her hairline and literally pulled off all the skin. Thus, revealing the skeletal face that's hidden underneath layers of muscle, her dead eyes that were wide before now looked ready to fall off her head. A creepy smile formed on her rotten, yellow teeth.

"Is this what you want?" She took a menacing step closer, making him screamed.

"Get away from me! GET AWAY!" He tried to crawl away, but the horrifying version of his sister only got closer. "Leave me alone! Why are you doing this me?! Why?!"

"Why didn't you save me, Tommy?" Her voice echoed within his mind and he tried to cover his ears to ignore it, but it didn't work. "Why did you want me to die?!"

"Shut up!"

He didn't realize he had thrown the scissors until he heard the clang. He whipped his head up to see the wall his sister was previously standing in front of had been punctured by the scissors. Maya was nowhere to be found.

He had to wait for a moment to catch his breath. He looked around, expecting his corpse sister to pop at him once again. After making sure it was safe and he was breathing normally again, he made his way over to the wall and yank the scissors right out. He slowly turned them over so he could stare at his reflection. No, it wasn't his reflection. It was a reflection he stole from someone. Someone who was still currently screaming at him to stop all this madness.

But he couldn't. Not when he was so close.

It didn't mean that his guilt won't stop slowing him down, though.

He could feel tears trail down his cheeks once again before a sob escapes his throat. It was only when he fell to the floor with his back up against the wall that more of his sobs escape his throat. To make matters worse, he heard his sister's voice again.

"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques. Dormez-vous?
Dormez-Vous?
Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!
Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong."

It was the lullaby that Maya used to sing to him when he had nightmares. He remembered how it always used to soothe him when he heard his sister's voice singing that song. But hearing it now, listening to his sister's voice using the same tone she used to use didn't bring him any sort of comfort at all. It only brought the guilt back ten fold.

Why couldn't he do anything right?

"Ash?"

When Bonnie walked through the door to get into another area in the house, she didn't expect to find her raven-haired up against the wall beside the door she had just walked through. His head buried within his knees as he seemed to sob his heart out. Although she was slightly concerned about the scissors, it didn't stop her from taking a step closer to her friend.

"Ash?"

His whole body stiffen the moment those words left her lips. She immediately regretted saying that when Ash slowly turned his head to face hers and she found herself staring into two blank ambers. This wasn't Ash at all.

When he slowly began to stand up, Bonnie took this as her cue to run.

She immediately bolts through the door she had previously come through but not without slamming the door shut behind her. As she ran through the dark hall, she could have sworn she heard someone breaking through the door behind her.