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On nice days such as these, when both Harold and Howard McBride aren't busy with their BNB, and have a lot of free time on their hands. There's nothing more than what they like to do than going out for some antiquing.

Yes; from going to every antique store in or out of town, observing every unique item they come across, to buying the most fascinating one; that they would then carefully set up in their home for decoration.

But why they love to do this? Is very quite simple. Besides the beautiful aspects of them, each antique they collect all tell a very fascinating story. These stories can range from the simple history behind them, to once being with very famous and historical people, which may include a famous musician, one of the founding father's, to even a president or a king.

Their son shares this interest and enjoys on joining in with their antique escapades. However; he sadly couldn't join them today as he was currently at the movies with his friends, but that's okay. For they can all look at the various antiques they have purchased much later at home.

So far they have managed to get a pretty good hull today, but seeing how much daylight they still have left, along with coming up upon their most favorite antique shop. The two thought that it wouldn't hurt to stop there for some more browsing; as they like to say. "You never know on what you may find."

"I hope they have something good today."

"They always do Howie." Parking the car, they stepped on out and walked on into the store full of all sorts of old antiques from; dolls and puppets, furniture, vases, lamps, sculptures, toys, paintings, bottles, and everything else that was found over the years.

Taking in a good whiff of the air freshener, Howard happily sighs for this store is an expert on greeting customers with a heavenly scent. "Alright Hare-bear. You check over there and I'll scope out the area over here."

"And will meet up at the front desk." Harold confirmed.

This was the typical thing that they always do when browsing around the stores. Simply because that when separated, they'll have much better luck on finding something special.

Going off as planned, Harold stands near various paintings that showed a forest, a lake in a prairie, a beach side with a white lighthouse in the background, a brick house in a winter's night, and a fireplace with a man in a fancy suit; sitting in a chair with a blue book in his hands.

These were all very nice paintings, but they already have a bunch of paintings back at home, so unfortunately; they didn't really need to have any more.

Leaving the paintings, he now lays his eyes on the various knick knacks displayed on the shelves. One of the items that caught his attention the most is a small Earth with a moon attached on the side.

Judging by the look of the item. Harold's best guess is that it was originally from the early 80's. He could be wrong, but it did look like it came from that timeframe.

Perhaps Clyde would like it. As he does have some interest in space. Having that in mind, he carefully picked up the small Earth and then went off to browse some more antiques.

On the other side of the store. Howard made darn sure to stay away from both the puppets and dolls for call it silly, but he gets a bit creeped out over old dolls and puppets.

He doesn't know why he's scared of them, but it's mostly because on the way they looked, and also because of a scary doll movie that traumatized him, when he was younger.

So by looking at several nice vases and lamps instead, he doesn't need to worry about any dolls or puppets. He happily inspected them closely; as they were all very nice, but what really caught his attention is an old, orange vase with a sculpted Neptune on all sides.

Stepping up for a more closer look. Howard could fully appreciate the carefully crafted sculpture of the undersea Greek god on the vase. It must've taken awhile to get all of the very careful details of the undersea god before hardening the vase.

This vase would really bring out a room, wherever it was placed in. Why it may look good in the main hallway of their house, their bedroom, or even the entertainment area.

Making up his mind, he very gently picks up the vase and slowly looks around the area for anything else that may interest him.

After awhile of further searching through the store. They unfortunately haven't found anything else that would've caught their interests, not like they didn't try, but the two items they have collected were pretty much all they could get for today. Perhaps their next trip here will fare them much better.

As of now; they came up to the register, where Mrs. Zipperman sets down a glass cup that she's been cleaning, and greets her two favorite customers. "Hello Mr. and Mr. McBride. Find anything interesting today?"

"I'm afraid that we only found two for today Mrs. Zipperman." Harold answered.

"Only two? You usually get about three or four." It's a bit of a slow day for them.

"Terribly sorry, but these two items are very lovely. Just look at these carvings of Poseidon. It's very detailed, this vase must've been sculpted by the early 19th century." It seemed like the correct time period, Howard could tell by the way it looked.

"1878; to be more precised." She clarified.

"And I've found this lovely model of the Earth. 1981; am I correct?" Harold asked.

"That's correct Mr. McBride. This little Earth was made by a fine young man, who earned to be up there in the stars, but couldn't due to not being able to meet up with the right requirements for an astronaut. So he had to settle with creating models of not only the Earth and the moon, but also: other planets, stars, rockets, and asteroids. This Earth right here was originally situated in a room, where he stored all these models."

"Oh my. That must've been such a interesting collection." Harold exclaimed.

"But how did this piece of his collection end up here?" Howard just has to know.

"I was just getting to that." Mrs. Zipperman kindly remarked.

"Oops. Terribly sorry for interrupting." How could they be so rude?

"During 1990; he ran into some financial troubles. It had gotten so tough, he had to sell off all of his models, just so he could pay his bills. Unfortunately, he eventually had to leave his house and go live out his life in an apartment. Now most of his models have been dispersed throughout the country, which is how that Earth and moon ended up here in my shop."

Having heard the story. The two men are very sympathetic for the young fellow. Financial trouble can always mess up someone's lively hood, especially if it reached a point that you have to leave your home. It must've been so hard for him to sell off his models that he not only worked so hard on, but also put in a lot of passion into creating.

That tough choice on either keeping them or not being able to pay off the bills would've taken time on thinking it over, until eventually; the difficult choice had been made.

"That poor man. Oh Hare-bear! Bring out a tissue please." Being handed one, Howard blows his nose into it, making it all wet and stuffy.

"I do hope that he would feel joy on learning; that we're planning to hand his lovely model over to our son." Harold worryingly remarked.

"I'm sure it would be fine. Besides; Clyde is one of the most careful kids I know. He'll give it the most respect." She knew this well for not many kids have managed to keep their toys from when they were two completely intact, right up to the point that you can easily mistake it as being brand new.

"That is true. Clyde does take very good care of his things." Wiping away a few tears with the tissue. Howard felt rather proud on how responsible their son is.

"See. You two have nothing to fear. Now how about I start packing it." Gently picking up the vase first, Zipperman does the usual ritual of getting a large, brown bag, placing in a protective layer of both bubble wrap and newspapers, before very gently putting the vase into the bag.

Next was the model Earth. With this one's overall size. A much smaller bag is in order, right along with much more bubble wrap and newspapers to wrap around it for extra protection. After all that, she hands Howard the bag, while Harold happily paid for their purchases.

"Thank you for your purchase. I hope you have a nice rest of your day." Zipperman sweetly stated.

"Thank you Mrs. Zipperman. We'll see you the next time we're free." Howard replied as he and Harold happily left the store in the great excitement of shorting through their new antiques when they get home.

Watching them head towards their car, Mrs. Zipperman held in a sigh. Call her crazy, but rather strange things have been occurring ever since that model came into her store.

Strange occurrences that couldn't be explained through any rational explanation. Hopefully those weird occurrences wouldn't be occurring at their house.

Most of the antiques have been brought out of the bags, with some of them being freshly cleaned up by the time Clyde returned home from the movies.

"Hey dads. How was the antique hunt?" Judging by the things he can see, it looked liked that it went very well.

"It went smoothly kiddo. We found some very interesting pieces today, including something you will really like." Harold remarked.

"Cool; I'll go get my rag." Clyde just loved to clean antiques. There was just something about seeing them all sparkling clean that always added joy to his heart.

"Great son, and we can have a nice talk while we clean." Howard just loved it when they do that. It's both spending some nice quality time together; as well as getting their cleaning done much more quicker.

Without wasting any time. Clyde speed walks, not run, to collect his trusty cleaning rag from the hallway closet. Returning to his dads, he made sure to slow himself down as the slightest heavy vibrations can make one of these precious antiques to tip over, with a high risk of cracking. That being said, he also made sure to watch his step before finally settling down in front of the couch.

Gently taking ahold of a antique blue plate with a oak tree on it. Clyde gently began to clean it with great care. "This is a great 1945 plate. I love the great detail on the tree."

"We share a same mind son. That's exactly what I told your father." Howard remarked.

"So Clyde. Did you have a good time at the movies." Wiping away some smudge on the bottom of a glass cup, Harold smiled upon seeing his reflection.

"Oh yes. The movie was great. I especially loved the part where those mini-marshmallows came to life. They were very chaotic to put it lightly." Those marshmallow men definitely caused a big mess at the store.

"That's great Clyde. I remember watching the first film on TV once. I always felt bad for the guy who got slimed." Harold could shiver in disgust over the feeling of slime covering not only his skin, but his clothes as well.

"That librarian ghost spooked the living daylights out of me, when I first saw it." Howard can distinctly remember jumping in fright so much; that he fell backwards off his chair.

"You know. We should do a family movie night sometime soon."

"What a wonderful idea Hare-Bear."

"Yeah. That would be very fun." It's been awhile since they all got together to watch a movie. The last movie night they had together was in last July, where they all sat down to watch the Empire Strikes Back. Now that movie was a blast, Clyde especially loved the opening battle with the walkers marching towards the base.

"Excuse me Howie, but can you please pass that 1975 pot?"

"Certainly" Handing him the pot, Harold goes right back to cleaning the cup.

Coming into the room meanwhile, Cleopawtra and Nepurrtiti were here to get some attention from their owners by getting some pets. They then suddenly stopped in their tracks; as they've picked up something, they didn't know what it was, but it made the hairs on their backs to stand up straight, their whiskers started to tingle, and a icy cold feeling rang throughout their bodies.

Using their senses. They turn their heads slowly to pin point on its direction, until stopping in the direction of the main hallway. They fearfully coil back and backed away into the entertainment area in the hopes of getting away from what they had sensed.

Not noticing their cats retreat. The McBrides joyfully continued on cleaning out their new antiques, which eventually lead to Harold taking out the model Earth and moon.

"Oh here it is." Gently placing it down on the coffee table, Clyde turns to it in fascination as it's a very detailed model of the planet; there were bumps for the mountains, especially in the Himalayas. There's also rivers, lakes, and other inland water ways, there's even a great diverse of the biomes.

"This is a really great Earth dad. The attention to detail is amazing."

Holding in his excitement, Harold felt like a boy on Christmas morning as he spoke to his son. "Do you really like it Clyde?"

"Sure. This is a very fine model." Looking at it further, Clyde can just make out on where Royal Woods is.

"I'm glad you think so; as we gotten this for you." It warmed his heart, upon seeing Clyde bright up like a lighthouse, when hearing the wonderful news.

"Wow! Thanks dad. I swear to take extra good care of it."

"We know you will son." Returning back to another glass, he begins to clean it, when Howard slowly got up.

"Who's up for some cold, refreshing lemonade?"

"I would like some Howie."

"Me to please."

Having his question being answered, Howard left for the kitchen, where he takes out three glass cups from a cabinet and places them all down on the counter. Opening up the fridge next, he takes out their pink lemonade and turned back to the two cups.

Stopping in sudden confusion. He could've sworn that he had taken out three.

Checking around the entire counter for the missing third cup, he couldn't find it anywhere. Looks like he didn't take out three, he must've just thought he did.

Shrugging to himself, he opens the cabinet again and took out another cup. Now that he finally has three cups, he pours a half cup of lemonade into each them, then headed on back to the living room with the cups on a tray.

After finally finishing on cleaning up the antiques. The McBrides did the next best part of carefully arranging them throughout the house from the vase being settled in the hallway, and Clyde placing the model Earth on the shelve above his bed.

Looking at it proudly, he couldn't think of a better spot. Now he can have the world above him while sleeping, and it should be very safe up there; as it had bars on the front, which prevented it; along with his other stuff up there from falling.

But now with all that done, Clyde should really wash himself up as his hands looked a bit dusty and dirty.

Turning to his door, he then stops upon seeing a glass cup on his bedside desk.

That's rather odd. He doesn't remember leaving a cup here for he always returns it to the kitchen, whenever he was done with it.

Perhaps he simply forgotten to do so with this one. Speaking of which, he should really return this cup to the kitchen before forgetting about it again.

Coming out of the bathroom. Howard happily headed for his and Harold's room with the purpose of rearranging the sock drawer.

"Hey"

"Yes?" Turning back, fully expecting to see Harold or Clyde there. Howard is bewildered upon not seeing either of them around, but he could've sworn that he heard someone just now.

Holding his head, between this and the missing third cup, perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to take a short nap to relax himself after such a busy day.

Alone in the kitchen, whistling a rather catchy tune.

Harold is preparing to cook a dinner consisting of organic chicken and fresh vegetables from the garden.

There was a lot to do; he needed to wait for the oven to heat up before placing the chicken in, right along with washing and chopping the vegetables into a nice, tasty salad that would include the famous McBride salad dressing.

With a ding from the oven. He puts on his cow shaped oven mitts and carefully places the chicken into the oven.

Putting in the correct time, it was now time to chop up those vegetables. Turning around, he freezes in mid whistle as right there in front of him, all the cabinet doors were wide open.

How on Earth could this have happened? He only had his back turned for a few minutes, there was no way someone could've done all of this.

Feeling a bit uneasy over this strange occurrence. He slowly proceeds to close each of them.

Despite the rather odd occurrences each of the McBrides have experienced today. None of them said anything about it as they each figured that it was either forgetfulness, a one off thing, or hearing things.

Other than those experiences, they haven't encountered anything else strange throughout the rest of the day. The only thing that was remotely strange however was that their cats were hiding underneath the couch, refusing to come out; even when it was time for their weekly treats.

That was admittedly very unusual; as they never pass up on treats.

Perhaps they were simply just getting sick of the same old treats. They might need to get a new flavor for them tomorrow.

But other than the strange behavior their cats are feeling. Everything else was just the usual for them; eating dinner, watching TV, relaxing on the massage chairs down in the basement, and all other fun activities they did together before finally getting themselves ready for bed.

Admittedly though; As Harold was having a warm shower, washing his hair with his favorite shampoo. He couldn't help but feel like that he was being watched.

But things wouldn't start to really kick off, until at 3AM, when everyone was fast asleep, deep in the land of dreams.

It had all started with Howard's and Harold's closet door slowly creaking open, fallowed by heavy footsteps walking directly towards their drawer. Opening up each shelf; everything within the drawer came out like a fountain and spilled all over the floor.

Finally; their door opens and is slammed shut with force. Awakening the two men with startled yelps, immediately sitting up straight. They frantically looked around to find on whatever had made that loud noise.

Through this looking, they spotted the open closet door and their stuff from the drawer spilled all over the floor. "Sweet good heavens! What on earth happened here?"

"I don't know Howie. It couldn't have been the cats." They were very well behaved and no cat could've done all this.

Suddenly hearing footsteps out in the hallway. They hold the covers up close to their chins for those footsteps sounded much too heavy to be Clyde.

Holding in a gasp, Harold could feel his blood turn ice cold as he and Howard hugged each other. "Oh my gosh! I think there's someone in our house!"

It's the most terrifying scenario anyone would ever have to face. An unknown person inside your home, prowling around for anything to take or worse; wants to do violence on you with a cold gaze.

What makes this even more terrifying for them, right along with other parents is that they have a child in the house. They couldn't let anything happen to Clyde, especially if it's a kidnapper.

Forcing himself to be brave. Howard slowly gets out of bed and creeps himself up to the closet, where he pulls out a baseball bat to possibly attack the intruder. If it came down to it.

With him now being armed with a blunt weapon. He right along with Harold fallowing closely behind him with a hard flashlight in his hand, head for the door.

Opening it slowly, they peeked out into the hallway with the flashlight shining in both directions. Not seeing anyone so far; their first destination is Clyde's room without a doubt.

Tip toeing with intense fear, they open Clyde's bedroom door and peered inside with the flashlight. It's weird though, despite the fact that it was currently in the mid 70's, they could feel a very cold breeze from inside the room.

They do hope this odd drop in the temperature wasn't going to make Clyde come down with a cold. But the cold temperatures was going to be the least of their worries for as when they shined the light over towards Clyde's bed, a dark shadow figure stood by the bedside.

Jumping in fright with a loud gasp. The light is briefly turned away from the figure before coming back to show that it was gone.

"What was that?" Howard cried.

"I don't know. I don't know." Shinning the light throughout the room, there's no trace of the figure anywhere, which makes this even more horrifying as where could it have gone?

Not wanting to find out, the two entered the room with Howard gently shaking Clyde, while Harold continues to shine the light around.

"Clyde. Please wake up."

Moaning in surprise, Clyde slowly gets up and places his glasses on. Blinking a bit, he immediately took notice of the situation going on around him. "Hey. What's going on?"

"No time to explain son. We just need to leave the house right now." Harold answered.

Before Clyde could ask even further questions. One of his dishes from the Dessert Storm set, came flying out of the closet, nearly hitting him and Howard as it instead crashes against the wall with a loud shatter.

Releasing a shout of terror. It didn't take long for the three McBrides to run out of the room and into a light flickering hallway.

All around them, it seemed like their house was going crazy; as every door was repeatedly opening and closing, their picture frames were either flapping or spinning, and the furniture was slightly levitating off the ground.

Reaching into the living room, they are about up to the front door, when a loud bloodcurdling scream rang throughout the house.

That scream scared them so much, they were out the door and in the car in a matter of seconds without any memory of anything happening in-between.

Now safely inside their car. They all sat there, shaking heavily with fear driven eyes looking back at their house that had all its lights still flickering.

They were so scared, they could barely move or even think about driving away. They were essentially frozen statues.

Meanwhile standing at the window from the entertainment room. The same dark figure Howard and Harold had seen earlier in Clyde's room. Looked out to the scared stiff family.

The next day. The McBrides hesitantly came back into their house.

Looking around, the frightening activity has rearranged their furniture; as well as leave behind a rather big mess that would at least take all morning to clean up.

However that wasn't the hot issue right now. The three McBrides are far more focused on wherever that dark figure was?

It could be anywhere. Watching them as it waited for the perfect moment to make its presence known to them again.

"Oh dear! Just what on earth happened last night!" Howard at last spoke up, breaking the uneasy silence that cast its shadow down on the household.

"I, I have no idea." Harold had never faced anything like it before, however for Clyde. The answer on what had happened last night is all too clear.

"Dads. I hate to say it, but I'm afraid that we have a ghost in the house."

"A gh-gh-ghost!" Turning as white as a sheet, Howard faints over the mere thought of a spooky phantom in their house.

"Are you sure Clyde?" Harold didn't want to dismiss Clyde, especially with last night's events, but there still could be a small rational explanation for all of it, no matter how small it is.

"It's all the classic signs of a haunting." Clyde replied.

"Oh dear. What are we going to do?" They couldn't have a ghost in the house. It would bring down the property value.

"Don't worry dad. I know someone who is an expert on how to deal with ghosts." As his best friend would say; he has a plan.

"I heard you have a ghost problem." Suddenly appearing in-between them, Clyde and Harold jumped as Lucy stood there with hands behind her back.

"Lucy" Holding his beating chest, Harold is caught by complete surprised over the young goth's appearance. "Where on earth did you come from?"

"And how did you know about our ghost problem?" Clyde added as originally, he was planning on contacting Hunter Spector, but this works to.

"My ghost friends told me about it. As close friends of the family, I'll talk to the spirit to find out on why it's haunting you." It's a very sweet offer, besides; Lucy does know on how to deal with ghosts.

Now hopefully; it won't make things worse in the end.

Reawakening from his fainting spell, Howard holds his head with a bit of dizziness. "What's happening?"

Plunging the room into complete darkness. The McBrides sat around the coffee table with Lucy in her fortune teller's hat, right in the middle of them. On the table are five lit candles with a glowing crystal ball in the center.

Shaking intensely, Howard hated being in the pitch-black darkness for that ghost could be near or right behind him at this very moment. The very last thing he wants is to turn and be face to face with it, he'll have a heart attack if that happens, he swears it.

Like him; both Harold and Clyde definitely didn't like being in this darkness either. It made all of their hair stand up; as each small sound vibrated throughout the house.

Keeping calm as she has done this over a thousand times. Lucy waved her hands over the crystal ball with her mind completely blank for when your communicating with the dead, you need to be entirely open with your mind.

"Oh spirit of the afterlife. Please hear me out as I communicate with you. I need to know why you're haunting the McBrides. Speak to me spirit. Speak to me." Going completely silent now, she waits for the spirit to respond.

A sudden knock from the other side of the room rang out in response, spooking the three McBrides as it was here. Lucy on the other hand, slowly nodded her head as she listened to the troubled spirit.

"Hmm, mmm. I see."

Not standing the suspense, Harold inches his way forward in a bit of urgency. "What did it say Lucy?"

"He actually." Lucy corrected. "And he says that you have something of his."

"Something of his? What did we take?" Howard question as that was just absurd.

"He's mentioning something about a model planet that he has made. He never wanted to depart with it, but had no choice. Now his spirit is attached to it; as well as his other models." Lucy explained.

"Model?" Thinking it over for a bit, it suddenly strikes both Harold and Howard on the head like an anvil.

The model Earth they have gotten from the antique store! None of this has happened until they brought it home. Of course it had to be their luck that it just so happened that model came with a ghost of its maker.

"Is there anyway for us to ease him?" Clyde asked; as he didn't want to spend the rest of his childhood with a ghost haunting the house.

"He says that the model needs to be returned to his grave. Only then he can leave you all alone." Lucy answered.

"Okay. That sounds simple enough. Where is his grave?" Howard would do anything to get rid of this ghost.

"Austin, Texas."

"Austin, Texas!?" Harold repeated, in which Lucy nodded.

"That's a bit far. Isn't there anything else we can do?" Harold really didn't want to go all the way down to Texas.

"He says take it or he'll continued to haunt you." She warned.

They certainly didn't want that either, there has to be some kind of compromise here. "What if I said that I will take extra good care of his model?" Clyde then suggested.

"He's very skeptical. He doesn't actually trust kids with his models. He's seen a few being destroyed by them."

"But I can be very careful with it. I know what it's like to be worried about someone touching your stuff. He can trust me." Clyde insisted.

Looking away into the darkness, Lucy silently listens before finally turning back to them. "He's very reluctant, but he'll at least give you a shot."

"Oh! Thank goodness."

"But be warned. If anything happens to the model. He'll haunt you for eternity." The candles suddenly flicker, the air turned cold, and heavy breathing is heard near their ears.

The dark warning made the three gulp for they couldn't live the rest of their lives in fear. It's a very clear message for all of them; as they all nodded their heads in agreement.

Weeks have passed since the McBrides close encounter with the paranormal. As promised; the ghost left them alone as they took extra good care of his model.

The McBrides meanwhile; kept the other end of the promise with great care by placing the model in a glass case and storing it in the extra room down in the basement.

In this room. The case stands alone in the middle, behind a locked door, so the cats couldn't get in and accidentally knock it down.

They only come in here to clean both the case and model with very extreme care and caution for they all know that if they don't. The paranormal activity would start up again with possible worse results.