The Haunted Mansion (Raddum x xShiro)

4:45 PM - Bisonwood Grove Park, March 21st 2009

It was was nice enough evening, the weather was a fair 57 degrees, the sky hidden by dark clouds and winds strong enough to make the loose branches begin to struggle and fall to the ground. The park was empty aside from one person, Bastion Neinstead, who was pacing around nervously. "Shit, shit, shit..." He grumbled, having lost a bet to some of the other kids earlier today, he had to go into the old, deserted mansion that sat atop Bison Hill, known as Bisonwood Mannor. Nobody knew exactly how old the mansion was, or how long it had been since it last had residents. It was said to be haunted, and Bastion wasn't exactly a brave soul. The only reason he agreed to the bet was because it was with a friend of his, Ashley Withers, if she had lost, Bastion would be snacking on his favorite treat, her grandmother's prized, delicious peanut butter cookies. He would almost do anything for those cookies, and he went too far this time. "I can't do this- Aw, but if i wuss out..." He thought about it, he'd probably never see another of those sweet, delicious peanut butter cookies in his life! It'd be horrible! "What the hell am i going to do?" He questioned, as he continued to pace around.

He stopped, snapping his fingers. "Ahah!" He shouted, figuring out a plan as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, flipping it opening and dialing in the number of his most trusted friend, Blake Roberts. He tapped his foot on the ground as he put the phone up to his ear. "She didn't say i couldn't take anybody with me..." He said to himself, feeling slightly cheered up already. Blake was much braver than he was, surely there wouldn't be any problems if he came along. He waited, praying he'd pick up the phone...

4.50 PM - Blake's house, March 21st 2009

Blake was having his casual evening, seated in his comfy chair in front of his computer. He was listening to music and playing random games. After finishing one round in the game of his, his stomach grumbled. "Hungry eh? Let's find something to fill you up with." He laid off his headphones and got up, stretched and went to the kitchen. After browsing fridge for a bit, he decided to just make some popcorn and watch a movie. Suddenly, phone rang. "Who could it be at this hour? Disturbing my night!" He went back to his room to fetch his cellphone, "Yush Bastion, what's up?"

"Blake!" He yelped, looking around. He was already scared, and he hadn't even went yet... He sighed. "Listen, you remember Ashley, right?" He asked, not giving Blake time to answer before he started speaking again, unsure of how this was going to go because it was kind of pitiful. "Well, i might've made a bet with her, y'know, she can get me to agree to anything when she offers those cookies, man." He said quickly, almost sweating now even when it wasn't all that warm. "Needless to say i lost, and, uh... She told me i have to go up t' Bisonwood Mannor and stay there for the night." If he was standing in front of Blake, he'd probably be begging the guy with teary eyes. "You've gotta' help me, man! There's ghosts and goblins up there, and if i don't do it, i'll never see those cookies again! It's a terrible situation!" He sniffled, the thought of no more cookies... Such a terrible thing! How could she of even done this to him... Teach him to make wagers, it did. "So... What i'm asking is... Are you going to be busy tonight? Because... Uh..." He looked around to make sure nobody was around before whispering into the phone. "I really don't think i can do this alone... It's embarrassing, i know, but hey... Your kinda' one for the thrills, right?" He asked, less of motivation and more of just trying to get the guy to come along for his sake. Bastion might need a change of pants after all this worrying...

Great, just when he was ready to watch a movie.. Blake leaned onto the wall. It could be fun tho', real thing is better than any movie anyway. He thought about it for a bit more before finally agreeing "O' well, sure. But seriously, tomorrow we're going to Ashley's and grabbing bowl of cookies for ruining our evening! You should also stop making bets with her, I won't always be able to help you out." He turned and went towards the living room, searching some kind of flashlight. "Let's meet in front of the mansion around 5.30, I'll get some stuff ready, you get the food." He hung up and went into a search for flashlight. He didn't know where it was exactly due to him never using it.

He finally found it alongside batteries and a lighter. "Let's take the both, can't hurt to be safe." He slowly started getting excited. He never stayed over the night at "Haunted" Mansion, but it sounded cool and fun. Bisonwood Mannor was so large you could probably get lost in it. He went to his room to grab a backpack and get dressed for outside. He took the popcorn he made and placed them onto his brother's table with a note saying "Here's a free gifty" He went to the kitchen and left a note on the fridge aswell, "I'm going to Bastion's place, I might spend the night there, see you tomorrow, Blake." It was for his parents who were out on a dinner. He grabbed some snacks and left the house. Blake took out his cellphone and sent a message to Bastion, "I told my parents I'll be at your place, just so you know." It is going to be a fun night!

Thank god. Bastion thought, hearing Blake's response. He wasn't sure what he was going to do if he was alone in this situation. He laughed quietly, listening to Blake. "Alright, see you then!" He said cheerfully, hanging up and stuffing the phone into his pocket, as well as his hand. He put his other hand in the opposite pocket, walking towards home. The place was right across from the park, so it wasn't too far of a trip. Just a skip across the street and he was there. He pushed open the door and peeked around, not noticing anyone. He lived with his mother and older sister, well, if you considered twenty seconds to really make someone else older than you... He sighed, figuring she was out on a date. "Alright, just gotta' get some food." He mumbled, walking through the house quietly, until his cellphone went off.

Caw! Caw!

Bastion rolled his eyes, his sister must've changed the tone again. He pulled out his phone and flipped it open, reading the message. "Hmm... But if we're here..." He put a hand onto his chin, sliding his phone back into his pocket. "Ah, perfect." He said, walking into the kitchen and opening a drawer. He pulled out some stickynotes his mother usually stamped on the fridge with jobs for the two children to do. He pulled off one of the notes, and took the pen that was clipped to the side of the pad of notes, beginning to write.

Going over to Blake's, probably'll spend the night. Have a nice night, Bastion.

He was about to stick it on the fridge as he noticed another note, pulling it off and reading it. It was from his sister, Samara.

"Going off for tonight, don't you even think of going into my room, Bastion! - Samara.

"Oh whatever, like I'd do that." He muttered, putting his note on the fridge and throwing the other one in the trash. He then opened the fridge and pulled out a case of soda he usually kept stored in the case Blake came over. Might as well use it now. He sat the case of soda on the counter and then took off his backpack, opening it up and beginning to place food inside. He went ahead and grabbed some bread, and... Hmm... That ham wouldn't go bad, would it? Hopefully not. He grabbed a package of sliced ham and placed it inside his bag, that'd be a basic meal, but it'd get them through the night. "Mom didn't go shopping yet... Shucks." He muttered, zipping up his backpack and throwing it over his arm, then picking up the case of soda. He walked back towards the front door, hearing a hiss. He looked around in a panic, only to notice his cat, Joseph. He sighed, opening the door and exiting, closing it behind him.

The winds blew, as Bastion traveled down the road. The hill could be seen not far off, on top of it? Bisonwood Mannor. He was shaking, but knew he had to be brave and march. So he did, and it was around 5:13 PM when he had made it, wiping his forehead from the small hike. The hill was pretty steep, a car probably couldn't get up it with ease. Not to far from Bastion was the gate to the mannor, it was large, dark... The wood was rotting, and the yard was not taken care of at all. The fence was falling apart, and a half-destroyed doghouse could be seen by the porch. "Better be a LOT of cookies after this." He grumbled, standing there and waiting on Blake, who he wasn't worried about. When Blake said he was going to do something, he did it.

Blake took dark side road, just to tense up a bit more if possible, it was fun to him. Spending night at dark mansion with his friend, he grinned. "I could tease him a bit as well hehehehe" He laughed, Bastion was such a scaredy cat, but Blake didn't mind. He was his friend and he felt obliged to help him, fun was just addition to the whole act. He started climbing up the hill leading to the mansion, he could see Bastion over at the top. After reaching the top he slowly approached Bastion from behind and yelled out. "A ghost! It's a ghost!!!"

Bastion was standing there, waiting. On his face was a look of innocent fear, but... He could be brave! He put on a look of confidence. I won't be scared... I'm not going to get scared at all-

"A ghost! It's a ghost!!!"

Bastion swung around fast enough to nearly smack Blake with the case of soda he was carrying, his eyes wide open as he stared. His eyes slowly narrowed as he realized there wasn't a ghost there. There wasn't anything there. Except Blake. "Oh come on!" He shouted, not going to admit he nearly pissed his pants. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Sorry i couldn't bring a whole lot in the way of food, y'know, with Mom only working two days a week since dad passed... As soon as I'm able, I have to start working too. We hardly get by, and Samara is... Well... Her." The correct word would've been whore, but he cared for his sister, and wouldn't say such things about her. He sighed, looking at the mansion. It was honestly terrifying for Bastion, but he took a deep breath, starring ahead. "Well, now that your done scaring me half to death..."

He walked forward, passing the gate and walking through the tall, uncut grass. It was up to his knees, he figured somebody would take care of this place, but no, everyone avoided it. If it was haunted... No, that's stupid. It couldn't be haunted. He walked up the creaky porch stairs, and stood by the door. He wasn't going any farther without knowing Blake was coming.