Fan: The Honeyhall Horror

Chapter I: The Bells
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Johnny Ghost sat up in a start. He looked around, spectating the surroundings. He had been lying in a concrete lot, surrounded by bright, white lights. He shielded his eyes from the blinding light.

Where am I? he thought. He finally stood up, brushing dust of his grey hoodie. He needed to get out of the lights. He stumbled around for a while, before he tripped on a wire. Down Johnny fell, back to the concrete. Head first. Almost right after the impact, he felt warm liquid brush down his face. Blood. Definitely a broken nose.

The more important thing, however, was that the lights were off.

All execpt one.

It wasn't a spotlight, thought. It was some sort of a human figure. Glowing bright white. Johnny wiped the blood from his nose, and stood up, facing the light. When he looked it at, he felt a strange mix of eternal bliss, but something so nauseating and horrid that he could barely look it at. Johnny opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't. In fact, his lips were not there. Where his mouth was supposed to be was a gross patch of skin overtop of it. He clapped a hand over his missing mouth. Wait...This has happened before! Johnny thought. The white figure slowly walked towards him. But, the closer it got to Johnny, the white light turned to deep crimson. The happiness factor of looking at it had completly vanished. All Johnny could think was despair. Finally, the white figure was smoking with a deep red, and two eyes on it were black. It got closer. And closer. At this point, Johnny tried to turn around and run, but noticed his legs could not move. Not even his arms. Paralized. The red figure had grabbed the the helm of his jacket, hoisting him up to it. The face looked at Johnny's, and then a mouth shape opened. What he expected to be a deep menacing voice was indeed just a woman's voice. "Life. You have life" it said. Johnny stared at it, but not nodded. It stared back, and after what seemed like hours, it spoke. "You cannot be with us until you have no life..." Johnny did not nod or shake his head, but instead, the despair feeling was gone. And then he noticed that he was staring at a familier face. This time, the eyes and color went back to normal. It spoke again, this time with a british accent. "Johnny? Johnny, wake up! Johnny, sir!" And then Johnny was lifted up into the clouds, hearing strange bell sounds. Oh, those bells. The bells were loud.

And then he was gone.

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He sat up in his own bed, covered in maps and maps on end. He rubbed his head, feeling a hood. He had slept in his clothes. He looked up and the man beside him, shaking up to get up.

It was his loyal companion, Johnny Toast.

"Sir, you must get up! We have a phonecall. It sounds rather urgent," he told him. He held out his arm, and Johnny grabbed it, being half lifted out of bed. Johnny, with his british accent, was concerned. "You were sweating. You still are. What were you dreaming about, sir?" he asked. Johnny didn't answer. "Sir?" Toast asked again.

And then Johnny Ghost realized he had his mouth again. "Oh! My! Yes, I-I-I had a dream! Mhmmm... Yes, a very...very odd dream. But no matter, we have a case!" he said cheerfully. He grabbed his laptop from his desk and walked out of the room, Johnny Toast at his heels.

When he stepped out to the breakfast table, the sun was shining brightly. He could hear the gentle calls of distant birds. Beautiful. Johnny Ghost opened his laptop, waiting for it to turn on. Johnny Toast came up and sat down with two plates of english muffins, covered in a orange jam. He handed a plate to Ghost. "Thanks," he said. He took a bite, and the flavor of sweet apricot jam filled his mouth. It was almost a contrast to the bland flavor that was in his mouth. "How long was I asleep, Johnny?" he asked. Toast swallowed his bite, and then gestured towards the clock on the kitchen counter. "I slept for 11 hours? Eleven o' clock?" he said, estonished. Toast nodded. "I tried to wake you up at eight thirty, when the man called. I told him we'd call him back when we got you up!" he said, smiling. Johnny Ghost popped the last bite of muffin into his mouth, and started to type away at his laptop. Toast took his and Ghost's plate to the sink, and brought back a tattered book. "Do you know what this is, Sir?" he said. Johnny Ghost looked up at the book. "Hmmm." He took the book, and brushed away some lint off the cover. It read Honeyhall History. "Honeyhall?" Ghost asked. Toast nodded. "I found it on the foot of your bed, sir, covered in other books." He took it from Ghost and flipped a few pages, before stopping on a page that had a picture. An illustration of an old house. "I'm going to take that drawing is Honeyhall?" he said. Toast nodded. Just then, a bling from the laptop. Ghost looked over at the screen. "I got an email," he said. He read it. He chuckled. "Freak" he said. Toast looked over Johnny's shoulder. "Let's see here...I got an email...A...New email...Hmm, something about pictures? Of houses and...Oh my, sitting in a corner...And that.. 'he' told him too? A new email." Toast laughed. "Sounds like a Jimmy Casket wannabe, sir." Ghost agreed. He clicked the search bar, and typed in Honeyhall.

"Well, I got a few images of an old house again. And there's this website that talks about it." He clicked it. It read:

''The mansion known as Honeyhall was home to a wealthy family known as the Honeys. This family was growing larger, and was largest in the late 1800's, roughly around 1897. Sadly, the family lost all of the fourtune and heirs to the wealth were lost, after a tragic murder spree occured. All the adult members as well as the children were murdered out of cold blood.''

"Oh my....that's quite harsh!" Johnny Toast said. "Wait," Ghost said. "It keeps going."

''However, after World War II, It was renivated into a tourist attraction for the history of the town, Bedum. You can go visit it today, but be warned! It is known to be haunted by only one survivor of the murder, the one that watched the others die. The wife. If you're brave enough, go visit Honeyhall. It is well known, also, for it's large bell on top.''

Johnny Ghost sat back. "Wait...Bells? The wife? But I heard those things!" He exclaimed. Toast looked confused. "What are you talking about, sir?"

Ghost explained the dream, and Toast agreed there was a connection. "I have a feeling you had that dream for a reason, sir." he said. Johnny Ghost shut the laptop, grabbed a map, and started to head out the door. "We have a case, Johnny. Grab the phone, and let's go for a road trip!"

Chapter II: Welcome to Bedum
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