Deucalion Family One-Shots

Hallowmas Special: The Haunted Corridor

It was the weekend before Hallowmas and the Hotel Deucalion's grand party-planner was preparing something he likes to call a "surprise". Frank had told everyone at the Hotel about it... well, at. least those who would listen.

He had set up one of the unused corridors to be a Haunted House, but instead calling it, The Haunted Corridor. Jupiter was a bit unenthusiastic about this idea, but after a week of the Vampire-Dwarf's begging and sobbing, he'd given in.

"If it's not safe, it won't be open on Hallowmas. Do you understand Frank?" He had said with a stern look in his eyes.

Jupiter, Fen, Frank, Martha, Morrigan and Jack were now standing at the entrance to the Haunted Corridor, waiting to see what their hotelier had to say about it. Jupiter had already been in the Corridor and was about to tell them whether it would be suitable or not. To everyone's surprise, he said it was.

"Marvellous! You've outdone yourself, Frank! But we should see if the youth would enjoy it... Mog, Jack! Alright you two, in you go!" He chuckled pushing his nephew and scholar into the first room.

"Wait what?" Jack looked alarmed, this was already getting strange.

"Why us?" Morrigan complained, looking equally alarmed as Jack.

Jupiter only chuckled and shut the door behind them. The two ran to the door, trying to open it but to no avail.

"Oh well... we're stuck now."

"I'm still surprised that Jupiter thought it was okay... mustn't be too bad then?" Morrigan whispered, hope evident in her voice.

"Hopefully..."

They wandered through the first room, in the dim lighting of a jack-o-lantern, many knives and axes could be seen on the walls... and a bloodied conspiracy map on the far wall.

Suddenly the two teens felt a gust of wind and quickened their pace to get to the next room. Truth be told - neither of them were particularly big fans of Frank's "scary" ideas. Not many people were.

As the entered the next room, a ghastly green zombie popped out from behind the door. Morrigan screamed and Jack nearly fell to the floor in shock, from the sickly coloured zombie or Morrigan's scream remains unknown to this day.

As they ventured further into the room, glowing, floating white flowing things began to follow them.

"Umm... Jack... have you noticed these... things that are following us?" Morrigan whispered, glancing behind them again.

"Yup, Frank is going to be murdered by Fenestra."

"What? Why?"

"I think we just found those missing bedsheets she's been complaining about," Jack snickered.

"Oh..."

The bedsheet-ghosts followed them until they reached the next room. This room was an old fashioned study, warmly lit by a singular, flickering candle and felt unsettlingly welcoming. Upon the desk sat a piece of parchment and a quill that was mysteriously scribbling across it, though no one was holding it. As Morrigan and Jack continued walking through the room, their shadows danced across the room, telling some sort of story... where the two shadows ended up twisting into some sort of odd shape, fading and then dying.

"Well... that wasn't exactly pleasant."

"... the corridor is 'haunted' for a reason, you know?"

It was then that they realised that there was a large, aged, black coffin standing in the corner of the room, next to a picture of a lady who kept waving at them. The coffin itself wasn't concerning them. It was the noise coming from within it.