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Running...

I couldn't stop running...

I couldn't stop! He was after me and I had to get away. I ran through the halls of this mansion, going through doors to get back to the Foyer so I could get out in a timely fashion. I couldn't get caught. Not now. Not ever. My lungs burned for air, and my legs begged for me to take a break. But I knew if I did, I would get captured and that would be that. I'd be trapped.

And I didn't want that to happen again.

So I continued to run, racing through the final set of doors I could find and found myself in the Foyer once more. I quickly raced to the front door and went to push them open, only to find them locked. I jiggled them, using all the strength I could muster to try and open them, but they wouldn't budge.

"Shit!" I yelled, racing up one set of the stairs and went through the double doors at the very top. I knew a balcony was close by if I went through here. Yes, it may have been a second story drop, but I didn't care at this point. I needed to get out. And my powers would keep me from getting severely hurt if I just activated them. So, I raced to the other door in the far right hand corner of the room, only to be stopped by the ghost chasing me.

"No...no, stay back!" I yelled, my hands glowing a violet hue as I aimed them at the villain before me. However, he just chuckled. It started as a rumble in his throat, only for it to rise in octaves as it became sinister and evil. It made my skin crawl. And made me, by instinct, shoot a ball of violet light at him.

However, he dodged it and before I could even blink, a sharp pain entered my skull, causing me to fall to the ground...and black out.

~Luigi's POV~

I slowly walked through the woods, gulping down nerves and trembling at the sound of my own footsteps crunching the leaves below me. Out of all the places this mansion could have been, this is where it would have to be.

Why me?

I took a few short breaths as I came up to the spot the map was saying the mansion was located. I stopped walking, looking at the map for a moment and tapping the spot that showed me the mansion. I then looked up and shivered. Instead of the beautiful mansion that was promised, it was a creepy mansion, looking like it's been around for decades, if not longer. Dark green and black dusted the bricks it was made from and the windows...the windows! They looked like they were evil and angry in the center above the front door. The other windows seemed fine. It was just the windows above the front door that scared me.

I gulped down the fear and went through the open and broken gate to the front door. I took a few breaths as I opened the front door and walked inside with the flashlight I brought with me. "Hello?" I called out, taking a few steps in as the door closed behind me.

The foyer looked relatively nice. Two winding staircases that go up to the second floor stood before me and a covered mirror was next to the staircase on the right-hand side. There was even a chandelier above me.

But something felt off here.

"Mario?!" I called out again, walking up the right staircase to the first door I saw. I tried to open it, only to be stopped by it being locked.

"He, he!" I froze, hearing laughter behind me. I slowly turned around, looking over the banister to see what that was. But nothing was there. I went down the stairs and stopped dead as an orange blur started floating in front of me. I stared in fear, knees buckling under the pressure of seeing this. Eventually, it saw me and darted away, dropping something in the process.

The heavy breathing got me light-headed. The fear in my chest clung to my heart like a rope tied around it. My chest burned with the anxiety that I just won a HAUNTED mansion.

"I believe in you, my darling boy," I could just hear my mom say that to me right now. So I took a few deep breaths before noticing what this ghost dropped. A key. I grabbed it and darted back up to the door I tried opening before. I placed the key in the lock and opened the door, stopping when I saw...

"Oh, my; God!" A young girl, with mid-back raven black hair, was out cold and not moving. I went to race to her unconscious form when an orange ghost appeared before me, making me scream and fall on my butt. I scooted back farther and farther from the approaching ghost before something started sucking it away from me. I watched as a little old man started fighting to keep this ghost in check, giving me the cue to crawl over to the young girl and flip her into my arms.

Only to stare in shock.

I knew this face. Cute and round, with small freckles, barely noticeable, dotting a portion of her cheeks and across the bridge of her button nose. Her lips, pale and pink were parted slightly and her skin was soft to the touch. I caught a whiff of her perfume, which smelled like the beach. That was almost like Daisy's perfume. The scent was rich, though subtle, and it calmed my nerves.

"Amethyst?" I spoke in shock. I hadn't seen her in months. At least 9, that's for sure.

After a while, the old man lost his balance and was sent tumbling back towards the door I just walked through. The ghost laughed before fading away from sight.

"Oof!" The old man began to say, "I sure take a lot of knocks in this line of work. I'm getting too old for this ghost-catching tomfoolery." He then noticed the girl in my arms. "Is Amie okay?"

"I'm not sure," I said, feeling a pulse in her neck. A sigh of relief came over me when I found it. "She's fine. Just out cold."

"Oh, thank God," He sighed as well before he stood up. "Anyway, nice to meet you. I'm Professor E. Gadd."

"This house," He began, "I swear, it seems to have more ghosts every day!" I gulped down the fear. "What's a young feller like you doing around here, anyhoo?" I went to answer when out of nowhere, three orange ghosts appeared before us. I quickly picked Amethyst up from the floor, holding her bridal style as I backed up from the approaching threat.

"Uh-oh! This looks ugly," Professor Gadd said. "All right, youngster, look lively! Follow me, posthaste!"

And we ran.