Haunted

A/N: This is by means not meant to be realistic, and it won't be that long. This is just a story I wrote about a year ago for my friends, but this is a rewritten version. So, I included a special Ray bit to make up for not being the oringinal, who its really meant for will know ;D

The road was long, dark and almost impossible to see with the heavy rain that was coming down. The only vehicle on the road was a large tour bus, the bus belonged to none other than My Chemical Romance, who were on their way to their next concert.

Inside of the tour bus, no one made a sound, no one made a peep, every one was dead silent. the only sounds came from the heavy rain drops pelting the bus and the often loud bangs of thunder that shook the windows.

With heavy wind gusts, it made it hard to drive the bus, it would swerve side to side, and drift onto the grass next to the small street “I think we should find shelter, and continue the drive in the morning” said Mikey, breaking the uneasy silence between all of them. He was worried that they wouldn't make it to the venue on time, but the storm was starting to make him more worried.

“We will be fine” assured Ray, keeping his eyes locked on the road in front of him, he was afraid to look away for even a moment. With the wet roads and the heavy rain, he wasn't sure what could be in front of him.

The silence they fell into was short lived, when a few pieces of halt hit the bus. Ray briefly scanned the sides of the road, taking the first turn off he could see. The road turned into a slightly bump stone road.

When the bus crawled to a stop the rain seemed to be louder, and more hail was starting to fall. Ray was the first to exit the bus, the area wasn't one he recognized, but Ray couldn't tell if the storm had anything to do with it.

Frank got off the bus shortly after Ray, his eyes flickered to the eerie mansion in front of them “This looks like something out of scooby-doo” said Frank, with amusement lingering in his voice.

“Or a horror movie” said Mikey, hesitating before getting out of the bus. He looked at Gerard with a worried look, something didn't feel right about this place, but Mikey couldn't put his finger on it.

Gerard shrugged Mikey's comment off “We should go before the storm gets any worse” said Gerard, glancing up towards the sky. It wasn't too long before they ran up to the large double doors of the mansion.

With the short time they were in the rain, they were soaked completely, and were a little sore from the hail that had been pelting them. They all stared at the door in front of them, no one made the move to try and open it.

The once joking manner that Frank had seemed to disappear, he no longer thought that it was cool that it at first seemed like something out of scooby-doo, now all he could think about was Mikey saying it was like something out of a horror movie “So, are we going to try and open the door?” asked Frank.

Ray nodded slowly “I will try and open it.” he said, hesitantly reaching for the rusty doorknob. The knob stuck for a brief moment, before it allowed him to open the door “It's unlocked..” said Ray slightly surprised.

They walked into the dark, eerie mansion. There was no source of light, and it smelt musty, there was a chilly feel to the room too. They slowly stepped further into the mansion, some shivering from being wet and in the chilly room.

Because of the flashes of lightening, they could see the dark and dusty furniture, placed neatly about the room. And the large staircase leading up to the second floor, as well as multiple doors, with endless possibilities of where they could go to.

The door creaked shut behind them, making Mikey tense up and step closer to Gerard, this wasn't making him very comfortable. Maybe I am just overreacting thought Mikey, not wanting to look behind him.

“Maybe we should try and get some rest, it looks like this storm is going to last awhile” said Gerard, making Mikey give him an uneasy look, but with how dark it is, Gerard didn't notice.

But despite not wanting to, Mikey followed behind the others as they carefully made their way up the creaky wooden stairs. They seemed like they could break at any second with the new weight on them.

If the floor upstairs didn't make Mikey more nervous, then the feeling of being watched that he just couldn't seem to shake off surely did. Mikey followed behind Gerard, until he went into a bedroom, and Mikey kept walking.

He shouldn't follow Gerard into a bedroom, should he? Mikey figured he should find his own room and try to rest, for all he knew this could be just in his head, it could be all the horror movies hes seem making him feel this way.

Mikey opened an old looking door, near the end of a hallway and hesitantly walked in. The walls were bare and painted a faded gray, a single bed was against one of the walls, with white blankets with moth holes and a yellow tint to it.

Though the room wasn't exactly comforting, Mikey walked over to the bed and sat down on it. He still trying to shake the feeling of being watched off, but it just coming back to him, would sleep even be an option for him?

Ray wandered into room with faded light blue walls, a large window with tattered curtains , and a fairly large bed, but with no blanket, just holey gray sheets and a single, gross looking pillow.

Ray sighed, this was going to be a long night, a very long night. He was wet and cold, and tired from the driving, but he didn't think he would be able to sleep with the storm and with how the bed was.

Though he had nothing to change into, Ray pulled his soaked shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, he silently debated whether or not to take his shorts off. But decided against it, just in case for whatever reason he needed to walk around.

His eyes flickered to the large window, watching as rain pelted against it. How long would this storm last? How bad would it get? With these questions running through his head, he almost didn't notice the gentle breeze caress his bare back..

Ray turned around, but saw no one and nothing, there wasn't even a fan in the room that would've caused it. Was he just feeling things? Or was there a draft in the seemingly old house that caused it?

Or is it possible? Wondered Ray as he stood alone in the grim looking room, with no sign of anyone had come in after he did and caused the strange breeze. Do ghosts even exist? Pondered Ray.