Camille came face to face with Katie... or whatever she was now. She stood like a wild animal her whites of her eyes now pink like the rest of her body. Camille could only stare at the creation before her. The song above their heads ringing. 'Havana oh na na...' The trumpet is what led them in their tango. Circling the room they locked eyes. "Katie?" She asked her pale lips pressing together like petals on a rose. "My name... is HeKate." She smiled winking at her. Then like a reptile she scurried out of the room. The witch was alone once more. She could only breath. The pieces were coming together. Quite literally in fact.

'im so sick of that... that same old love... so sick of that love...' Camille trotted down the hall her blue and white dress turning to ash and in its place a long silky black shall that covered everything it needed to. She twirled and dipped dancing with the song. An orb of purple lighting illuminating from her breath. She twirled and sat down on the stair case staring at the door. 'i knew it when i met him... i loved him when i met him...' She popped off slinging her arms and bring it up from behind. The purple rays savored through the corridor then from the ceiling and the floor and the banister of the stair case plants began sprouting and she pressed her back against the wall. 'im so sick of that... oh Na Na Na... so sick of that love. Then i had to tell him... i had to go!' She entered through a bushel of beads that stranded down from the branches above the same color as her magic. they wrapped around her wrists like a feathered boa and she pulled them down slumping them over her shoulder.

With a scream Lucy swung, her metal bat colliding with chest of the man before her. He slumped down to the ground and she hovered above him. Logan appeared behind her grabbing the cool iron. He tugged it from her grasp and she looked at him. "What?" she yelled. He, breathing hard, spoke softly. "You cant kill a ghost." Her eyes widened and he grabbed her by the wrist and the two of them ran. Carly, high in a tree let out an evil laugh. The darkness around her seemed fitting. The only light coming from the fire that had yet to Cease. It had spread all the way around the house and they could not get in. She gripped the branch below her swinging out and flipping through the air she landed on her feet following her friends. Spencer was up ahead standing in front of the flames humming a tune. 'baby im mad. the craziest friend youve ever had. you think im psycho you think im gone tell the psychiatrist something is wrong.' He glared into the flame like beyond it was his home. Then, as Lucy came to a halt she turned to Logan. "We are ghosts." The four of them shared glances. "Wheres Sam?" Carly was honestly concerned. "Jo is gone too..." Lucy looked around crossing her arms and beside her in the trees Freddy stepped out. "I found her..." He sounded broken. Lifting his left arm he revealed her head. "She... shes gone."

Every song that played had that same 'Havana' riff but with an added twist. The melody morphing with Melanie`s 'mad hatter.' Sam sped fast, her hay colored hair littered with twigs and leaves. Something was chasing her. She wasn't sure what it was but she was sure that their species had gone extinct long ago. Her white sneakers coated in a thin layer of mud and the moon on her left shoulder she doubled over tumbling down and down into a deep caver. She sank her nails into the dirt wall of the bank. She groaned as she pulled her self up but she couldn't quite catch a grip. She cried out for help but hoped the creature wouldnt hear her. A blaze below. She looked behind her and saw sparkling like a bottle of wine flakes in the air above the scene. she saw a beat up black Nissan and the boy she knew as Mason in the drivers seat. She held her breath as the flames spread. She was just about to let go and help him when out of the bushes stepped a man in a suit. The boy, unconscious, was then drug from his seat out into the cold. An explosion began to engulf the trees around her but not like a blazing fire. More like a ray of orange color that solidified whatever was in its path. She screamed as she felt her legs being taken over by this black magic. A hand intertwined its fingers with hers and hoisted her up the bank. she looked up at Carly and received a smile. "Are you okay?" She asked so sodden. Sam could only nod.

The suit returned, stumbling forward with a gimp in his step and a patch over his eye, he held in his hand that familiar ax. Spencer stepped forward, playing the hero he was quickly decapitated. Blood seeping from his neck, his long hair drooping over his face alone in the moonlight. His eyes were dead and cold. Carly screamed and just as the ax swung in her direction Ms Puckett lunged tackling her to the ground. Lucy and Freddy had taken off but Logan stayed behind. He was honestly curious. The ax swung once more but froze in thin air right before his pale face. With one hand tracing through his hair the other one slowly reached out and using his index finger he drew blood. The tip of the blade sinking into his flesh he spoke saying only this. "Take me back to sodden." the man unfroze and dropped the ax tackling Logan with the two of them disapperating in a thick black fog.

His eyes blinked rapidly. He looked over seeing his night stand a picture of his wife on his headboard. The paint on the walls were chipped, a faded beige. Frustrated, turning on his side he manage to catch a glimpse of himself in the vanity wall. A bloody ax on the top of a dresser that seemed to be falling apart. Slipping into his slippers her walked out of the room and down stairs. The sound of a caw from a bird. peering over to his left, in the main corridor, he saw in its cage the big beautiful black crow. It screamed at him once more. The sound of chains rattling filled his ears. He took a deep breath and followed the sound past the bathroom and into the kitchen. The sound was louder now and coming from the cellar door.

With a shaky hand he gripped the golden knob. With a flick of his wrist and a single twist one foot in front of the other he hovered. A cautionary tale he preyed he would not fail. A soft whimper and a gentle cry he knew what ever it was had to die and he could not control himself for if he tried he himself might die. It was then he noticed he had not left his ax behind. He approached the work surface table littered with miscellaneous tools and lying the ax down he picked up a scalpel. Flashes in his head he went back and forth in two different time periods. He was so stoned on the experience he could not stop what he was doing. There was a woman dangling before him. She wore a white lace and shall which really did not cover much. He took the scalpel and shredded the rest of her clothes from her. A flash of Katie's face. He let out a ferocious vomit spewing his stomach matter all across the marble floor. though after a moment all of that dissipated. it was 1967 and his small blade sank into his wife's abdomen. She screamed and he hauled back to smack her with the back of his hand. "We have children to feed Meredith don`t be this way." He spoke of their only son, Patrick, who was supposedly upstairs sound asleep but he was in fact right behind his father watching the event take place. "Dad..."

The man in the suit dropped a kidney in the ice bucket before twirling around and slicing his sons throat open. He cried out crashing to his knees catching the boy in his arms. "No!" The boy choked out in his fathers grasp looking up to the ceiling his eyes loosing their color. His mother struggling against her chains. Blood seeped onto what little fabric was on her body. Then drained down her thighs. You could hear Britney's 'Toxic' infiltrating the air. As the song came to a close the man in the suit left the basement as well as his dead son and wife ascending to the top of the stairs. Though when they flashed forward Logan had remained in the basement fully aware of his wretched act. He continued to remove Katie's organs and place them in the cooler. He had no time limit he actually went at a steady pace. The noticing the other bodies dangling around him he saw his friends and realized he had saved her for last. Spencer's headless body wasn't hard to recognize. Gibby, as burnt as he was still had some pieces he could use. He had no idea what he was doing but when he flashed back he saw that Mason was in front of him. He saw himself dangling in the back. right next to James, Kendall, Jo, Lucy... He sighed as he began cutting the boy open the room around him freezing. Once he had removed the vital organs of those high schoolers and placed them into Masons body he turned around and began walking back towards the cellar door. He pushed it open and wiped his bloody hands on his face. He opened the freezer door seeing a broken piece of the vanity wall and a jar. Inside the Jar he saw a heart. Written on the outside of the glass: 'Patrick'. Logan looked in the Mirror seeing that of himself. He then slammed the door shut grasping the jar in his arms.

He descended the stairs and came face to face with Mason, alive... but barley. Using the end of his scalpel he sank it into his bird chest and ripped it open with no mercy. Then quickly removing the heart that was there and swapping it with the one in the jar he quickly got to work sewing the boy back together. Turning from his project he screamed dissatisfied that his creation had not re-awoken. He raced to his workman's table and scooted a lot of the materials off. Moments after exiting through a separate place he returned with a car battery and a set of jacks. He strapped the sets where they belonged and plugged them up to the most vital of organs in the boys body. His brain, which had not been replaced, and his heart. He then ignited the sparks and jolts of lighting flung through Masons veins.

...Nothing.

He sighed as he left and walked back up the stairs. A series of gunshots were the only thing anyone heard. By anyone i mean Mason... His eyes flashed open and he dropped to the floor the chains having broken from the ceiling. He rubbed his wrists unsure of what it was that he had become. his arms were purple and with a painful detail he began twisting and screaming and slinging his chains everywhere. He grew a tail and his pupils began to morph into several different colors. Racing upstairs, he stopped at the sink and turned on the faucet. Splashing his face memories that did not belong to him began filtering through his mind. He stood their but knew he wouldnt last long with the Police barging in so he climbed into a crawl space. That crawl space continued for a while and soon he realized he was no longer in the house but somewhere no one would ever find him.