If You Think That I'm Wrong(Mikey Way)

One

"And that's why you don't get tattoos when you're drunk" Frank finished his half hour long story about his NJ lip tattoo from LAX for the mansion; I had spent a good portion of that time with my head on my brother's lap listening to music with him and messaging my fiancé back in New York until I no longer had service so Ray, Bob and Brian had to deal with the hyperactive twenty four year old in the seven seater mini-van. Brought back many memories of the days we drove around in the white van our grandmother Elena bought us actually, the only difference was that Brian allowed Ray to drive, Frank was annoying him in the passenger seat, Gerard and I were in the back seats and Brian was chilling in the middle with Bob who was on his phone since the gps told Ray to go; the curly haired one was the most excited to get to the Paramour so he was practically jumping for joy when Brian actually allowed him to drive. Frank however just put himself in the passenger seat and protested to sit anywhere else unless he was allowed to strap himself to the roof which was something we all quickly disagreed on.
"It's on your right, you gotta let me out so I can open the gates though" Brian suddenly piped up making me lift my head and look out the window to see a huge mansion was coming up on Gerard's side making me bite my lip nervously; my brother had asked if I was sure on this and because everyone was so excited about writing in the same place as Papa Roach, I couldn't ruin it for them so I shut my mouth and agreed but only now was I having major regrets.
"You okay, Mikes?" My brother asked handing my earbud back so I could stuff my iPod in my pocket and get out once Ray got into the driveway; I only nodded and looked down at my lap, nervously rubbing my palms before adjusting my glasses and hair.
"You're going in a couple weeks to get the, the eye thingy, right?"
"A laser in my eye so I'm not longer as blind as a bat? Yes Gerard, yes I am"
"No need to get all cranky with me" he said raising his arms in defence.
"No need to act like a child at the mention of lasik"
"Alright ladies no need to argue, get your shit out of the trailer and unload in the dining room. Then, you can beat each other for the rooms and just an f y i, there's a room with a single blue light that's supposedly the most haunted so unless you wanna shit yourself at night, I suggest you run to one of the nicer rooms" Brain said getting out and heading towards the gate to open it as Ray walked towards the mansion and unlocked it.
"It smells haunted!" He shouted excitedly before running back towards the van and grabbing cases. I looked at my brother and jumped out of the van, leaving him in the back and ran to the trailer, grabbing two speakers and walked in with Frank.
"I'm gonna have nightmares" I muttered setting the speakers down beside the drum cases Bob brought in after us.
"It's just another mansion, it's gonna be a-okay" he said patting my back.
"Did you do research on this place? No, I did and I know it's haunted as fuck and I'm gonna piss myself" I defended walking okay and stomping my feet in my Misfits vans childishly.
"Oh grow up you big baby, it's gonna be so much fun" Frank stated handing me two bass cases and picking up two guitar cases.
"Easy for you to say, you like scary shit" I reminded him.
"Yeah that's why I love Jersey" he giggled making me roll my eyes. 

The dinning room was set up to look like a practice space two hours later; it took Bob longer than expected to set up his drums and Ray being Ray, decided he wanted his guitar rack on the left side, Frank's on the right side and my bass rack across from Bob's drums. Gerard's microphones and the two stands he brought were in the middle of the room and Frank decided to get tape and mark our places on the floor like it was the stage after catching on to what Ray had been doing. I sat by the window majority of the time(only helping with my basses and speakers)trying to get service to tell Alicia(my fiancé) that our nightly video chats won't be happening like we planned. It kind of sucked that of all haunted places, my brother being the death obsessed nerd he was, picked this one; I did a paper on this place in tenth grade and from that moment on, Gerard was in love with the mansion and everything terrifying that came with it.
"Hey Cinderella" Gerard said messing up my hair to get my attention; I kicked him in the nuts on accident but giggled at how fast his hand left my hair to support his injured sack.
"Okay, asshole find yourself your room" he said running up the stairs, following the rest of the band; I groaned and got up, running passed Gerard on the stairs and looked at the available rooms which were only two but I didn't know which one had the blue light so I picked the room on the right side, across from my brother's room and looked around.
"Great" I muttered throwing the pillows off the bed, onto the couch and jumping on it to test its comfiness. 

This room was terrifying. I made a mental note that actual haunted places were nothing like movies and television shows; no, they were worse. The closet wouldn't close due to the amount of old clothes, the bedding alone just looked creepy but we weren't told to bring our own(we brought our own pillows though) so we were stuck with what was there, the couch I had buried in pillows looked like something Marilyn Monroe would do so photoshoot on and despite how much I loved the blonde, I did not want to imagine her dead body on it like I had been since the moment I walked in here; I should've peeked in and ran to the other room when I saw the main colour was blue and the blue lightbulb was only going to terrify me more in my sleep; it swayed side to side and was making the hair on the back of my neck spike up at the creaking sound. I didn't even like blue either; I wanted to vomit from how anxious I was feeling. All this extra antique furniture and old dress in the corner was becoming too much for me and I was too much of a dick to my brother on the flight and while setting up our gear for him to switch rooms with me so I was actually stuck; I couldn't ask anyone to switch or I'd never hear the end of how big of a baby I was either so once again, I'd shut my mouth. Knowing me though, I'd get used to it in the next couple days; I was scared of mine and Alicia's Brooklyn apartment but got used to it, I'll get used to this place too.
I hope.

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I'm giving this Paramour Mansion thing another shot because @ryanxmoonlight (on Instagram) and I were discussing it a few days ago and I wanted to write about it again because I'm such a nerd for paranormal shit and the things we were talking about only made it even more interesting.

I decided to dive right into their stay and skip everything before so we can start the story on a more interesting note so I hope you enjoyed this intro chapter.

If you have any ideas, please feel free to message me( or @ryanxmoonlight on Instagram) and I will find a way to include it in this book!