Title: FY Ghosthouse
Notes: Deathfic, AU
Standard Disclaimers Apply
------------------------------------- It was May 1967 in a small town in Massachussettes. A screech of a cat was heard in the Baker house. Sam Baker left his workbench to investigate. In the living room, he found a slain Tama-Neko. "Chiriko!" he yelled. "Chiriko!" He looked around for his son, finally finding him in the cellar. He walked down the stairs and over to Chiriko. Silently, Chiriko lifted a pair of scissors and handed them to his father. The scissors were covered in blood.

"How could you do this to one of Suzaku's innocent creatures!?" he asked angrily. Chiriko did not answer. "Well you'd better pray Suzaku has mercy on your soul!" He then went back upstairs, turning off the light and locking the cellar door.

Left alone in the darkness, Chiriko picked up his Miboshi doll.
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> Sam Baker was putting a light bulb up at his workbench. His wife stood watching him. It was obvious that she was disturbed by what happened, but she said nothing. Pushing it out of her mind, she went back into the kitchen.

Sam turned on the light at the workbench and began putting things away. Then he heard a sound....sort of like a balloon being inflated. He turned around to see the light bulb starting to swell. It swelled unevenly. First one part of it would swell out, then another and then another. It continued to swell like this until it exploded. Sam cursed and ducked under his workbench to find another bulb. He looked back up to see somethng holding an axe coming towards him. He screamed just as the axe split his head.

Mrs. Baker, hearing his scream, came in to see what was wrong. Upon seeing her husband, she screams as well and backs out of the room. Out in the hallway, a large mirror begins to swell the same as the light bulb did, finally exploding sending shards of broken glass towards her. She screams again and is now backed up against the wall. The same something that killed her husband, now had a large carving knife. "No...no..." she says as the thing pushes the knife into the side of her neck.
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> In the darkness of the cellar, Chiriko blinks back tears and fondly caresses the face of his doll.