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Following closely behind Feliks, the brunette seemed to have the timid quality of a rabbit. Ira was examining every aspect of the house as they approached it. She wasn't sure how she'd react if she saw a ghost or a dead body or whatever waited inside for the group to find. But what she did know is that she couldn't leave her friends. "What do you see in there?" She asked Alfred.

Luiza jumped a bit when she heard the pleas for help. Well, maybe everyone was right about it being haunted....But that stuff wasn't going to get to her! She folowed behind Ira, because being colsest to the front was most likley not the best idea, while the back wasn't either. Something could jump from behind her. She was only slightly afraid to enter the old place.

Chen raised an eyebrow at the scream. Well, someone was mst defintly in there, so it was probably haunted, or the person was afraid of almost everything. He decided just to bring up the rear because that would mean he was the last to enter, and closest to the door.

WOAH I didn't realize how creepy that was.

Isabella ran down a creaky spiral of stairs from the spirit chasing down. Why, oh why, did she have to come here? She wanted a place to study, and the quiet but quaint run-down mansion seemed like the perfect place at first; abandoned, peaceful and relaxing. But when she got there, she soon realized the demons there. A grand, eery, calling, still glowing, chandelier hung upon a high, round ceiling that seemed to never end. The carpet, blood-red, with a gross thick substance, was warm with body warmth-- was. Oh, and the white wallpaper on the walls was chipped with scratches and started peeling off, stained with a rick, dark-brown crimson, with incomprehensible words painted that seemed to murmur words, words she couldn't quite make out. And in the room, stood a throne. How Isabella was sure this house was once inhabited, perhaps in the 1600s. They seemed really wealthy.

She slammed close the door, a shudder racking her spine. Panting and breathing heavily, she assessed and examined her surroundings rather darkly and intently, every nook and cranny, you can never be too safe.

The room was pitch black. She slumped down, back to door, thinking about her brothers. Surely, they must be worried, she could see it, Feliciano stopping eating his pasta, Lovino unusually quiet. She said she would be back in around 2 hours. She's be gone two days.

So she buried her face in her knees.

And sobbed.

(Can somebody make Lovino and Feliciano and have them come here?)

Isabella heard a noise and stiffened, picking herself up. She saw a ghost and punched it, which went through it. She cried as the ghost flipped her, and she stumbled to the ground. The ghost boy unsheathed his claws, looked at her, and smiled insanely.

Isabella stumbled back a little into the wall. The killed boy advanced further, his cool, translucent clear image ripping a lit, his smile wavering her. He cocked his head, his still colorful ashen brown-red bangs falling over his eyes. Isabella would of thought it was cute, if she wasn't being pursued by a ghost.

"You know what they did to me?"

She froze at what he implied. She turned around.

His eyes flickered a bit with sadness, remorse, something, then back to malice.

"They came in and killed my family. Now, I'll do it you!" He giggled.

I feel so bad for the boy I wanna turn him human.

Isabella looked at him. "You don't have to do this. Not everybody non-ghost is a murderer! They were wrong!"
The energy looked at her. And for a moment, he became a little less transparent. A flash in his eyes. Sympathy? What?

He grinned even wider at her terror.

"wELL tHEY KiLled mommy and daddY! I wannA BE JUst LIKe THem!" He cheered. Suddenly he started dissolving and flickering.

He stopped and looked at her. "I think. . ."