When Frank Iero moved to the weird, old, town of Monmouth, sure, he expected big-ass mansions. What he didn't expect was for their dead inhabitants to become acquainted with him. On the night of October 31st, in 1872, all the residents residing in the Wicken Manor, including a young female guest and the owner himself, were murdered. The majority of the staff were shot or beaten to death, in some cases rape was involved. The owner, Gerard Way, was stabbed in the heart and left by the grand piano. The girl, Claira Moreau, was hanged just above it. A hundred and forty years ago there had been a tragedy, Frank knew that. He knew that the creepy mansion across the street was haunted as fuck. Hell, everyone did. It just was. And then, he went in. Let's just say that his life was never quite the same after that.

RATED LOL FOR LAUGH-OUT-LOUDNESS! So just a bunch of random FUNNY things me and my friends made one day at lunch. Enjoy!

Gerard has never actually thought about finding love, he never actually cared for it that's until he met Frank Iero. After Frank having to stay with Gerard and his family, and finding out Frank's gay, Gerard finds himself falling for Frank but happens when Frank has to move away..? -Ferard fan fiction-