Pete, Frank and Gerard sat around a small circular table. The ouija board was on the center of a table next to a candle that illuminated the dark room.

"So, it says to communicate with the spirit world you must free your mind of all preconceptions, drop all inhibitions, and generally give yourself over to the will of others, sublimating your every desire to the whims of the spirit-master, which is me," Frank said.

"It doesn't say that," Gerard denied.

"And all present will remove their garments at my sole discretion--"

"Frank, come on, this is serious," Pete interrupted.

"Oh, I'm deadly serious," Frank said sarcastically.

"Oh shush, let's just try this already," Gerard said.

"Yes please," Pete agreed.

They all place their hands on the counter in the middle of the board.

"Gerard, since you're a recent convert, why don't you be our medium for today?" Frank asked.

"Okay, um, is anyone there?" He asked. "Will you reveal yourself to us, if you're there."

The counter began moving around the board.

"Wait a minute," Frank muttered.

"Did you do that?" Pete asked.

"I didn't do anything!" Gerard exclaimed.

He was beginning to panic now. This coudn't be real. But it is. Gerard's blood was beginning to run cold.

"It's moving again," Frank said as he laughed, clearly not taking this seriously.

H

"What's it spelling?" Pete asked.

"Hold on," Gerard said.

E

"How's this happening?" Pete asked.

L

"Are you moving it?" Frank asked.

"I swear it's just moving," Gerard said.

P

"Holy shit," Pete breathed out.

"Help?" Gerard asked.

"How are we supposed to help?" Frank asked.

"I don't know, what does it mean?" Gerard asked.

"We need to know who it is if we're supposed to help them," he said.

"How can we help you?" Gerard asked.

"It's moving again," Frank said with a quiet laugh.

"Woah," Pete muttered.

"What's it spelling?" Gerard asked.

"'War'..." Frank spelled.

"It's moving fast," Gerard said.

"'Warni'" He said.

"Shit," Pete mumbled.

"Oh my god, warning?" Gerard asked.

"I think...we really need to find out who's trying to communicate with us," Frank said.

"What are you warning us about?" Gerard asked and it started moving again. "Oh! Here it goes!"

S

I

S

T

E

R

"Sister?" Gerard asked.

"Whose sister?" Pete asked.

"Oh come on," Frank sighed. "Is this for real?"

"Shut up, ask whose sister," Pete said.

"Pete...it's...it's gotta be..." Gerard trailed off.

"Just ask," Pete repeated.

"Who are we speaking to?" Gerard asked. "Hillary? Is that you?"

The pointer moved to 'yes.'

"Oh god," Gerard whimpered.

"This is just messed up," Frank said.

"Pete...are you--"

"I'm fine," Pete interrupted.

"Are you sure?" Gerard asked. "Because we can stop--"

"No," Pete stated.

"Dude," Frank sighed. "It's cool--"

"I want to hear what it says,"

"I don't know where to start," Gerard said.

"Think about it," Frank said, "If this is actually Hillary, I mean, we can find out what happened that night."

Gerard took a deep, shaky breath, trying to keep his composure.

"Hillary, we miss you and we want to know what happened to you," he finally said after a moment of thinking what the right thing to do was. "Can you tell us...what happened?"

The counter started moving again around the board.

"L-I-B--"

"Library!" Frank exclaimed. "Maybe there's something in the library!"

"P-R-O-O--"

"Proof, there's...there's proof," Frank said.

"In the library?" Gerard asked.

The spirit board began to shake before flying off the table. The three of them jumped back, quiet and shaking in fear.

"Holy shit, Frank," Gerard gasped.

"You know what? No, this is bullshit, this isn't real," Pete stated.

"Pete, I don't know what's going on," Gerard said.

"Listen, I don't know...I don't know if you think messing with me is somehow going to help with my grief or whatever but this is not cool," he accused.

"Pete, no!" Gerard exclaimed. "You wanted to use the spirit board.

"Hey, calm down," Frank said. "It's not Gee's fault."

"I don't need this right now, you guys are full of it!" Pete shouted before storming off.

Frank and Gerard looked at each other, trying to process what happened.

"Should we go after him?" Gerard asked.

"I mean, he'll be okay," Frank said. "Let's just give him some time."

"I don't blame him, that was crazy. The pointer flew right off the table!" He exclaimed.

"I mean, if you were faking it you were doing one hell of a job--"

"I wasn't faking anything," Gerard interrupted. "I think we should do what it says, we should look in the library."

Back on the trail to the guest cabin, Brendon heard Ryan scream on the other side of the fallen tree.

"Ry?" Brendon called.

He climbed over the fallen tree, taking a few steps. He looked around when he found a tractor. Ryan jumped out, holding a deer skull. Brendon screamed, jumping back in fright.

"Oh my god," Ryan laughed. "That was so good!"

"No," Brendon denied.

"Wait, wait, you have to see this," he said as he grabbed his phone from where it was propped up.

"You recorded that?" He asked.

"Look at your face!" Ryan exclaimed.

"I was scared, Ry, you can't just jump out at somebody!" Brendon shouted. "I'm in the middle of the woods. I swear if you send that to anyone--"

"You'll what?" Ryan interrupted with a smirk on his face.

"I'll kill ya," brendon warned.

"I didn't know you had such a cute little lady-like scream, Brendon," Ryan said. "Guess you never really know someone unless you scare the pants off 'em."

"Alright, fine, you win," he sighed.

"It's not a contest," Ryan denied. "But I do win. Every time."

"Uh huh, whatever you say, baby," he said.

"Keep on cryin', Romeo, see where it gets you," he said, not noticing the thing following behind them.

They crossed over a bridge next to a little mini waterfall.

"Wow, it's like a real winter wonderland out here," Ryan said.

They got back to the normal trail and went up a little flight of stairs. They were close to the cabin, Ryan couldn't wait to be able to curl up in front of the fire. He didn't understand why all the buildings weren't put closer together. The Wentz' owned the entire mountain, they could have put the buildings at least less than a mile apart.

There was a sound in the distance, almost like a screech.

"What the hell was that?" Brendon asked.

"Was it someone screaming?" Ryan asked, standing a little closer to his boyfriend nervously.

"Probably a squirrel," he said.

"What the fuck kinda squirrel sounds like that," Ryan muttered.

Brendon stopped suddenly, causing Ryan to bump into him and mutter a complaint.

"Shush," Brendon hissed.

"What?" Ryan asked.

"Did you hear that?"

"...No..."

"Hello? Someone there?" Brendon called.

He picked up a snowball and threw it at the tree near where he heard the sound from. It was quiet for a moment before a deer jumped out, nearly trampling them as they fell down to the ground.

"That thing almost killed us!" Ryan exclaimed.

The couple decided to continue on instead of heading back to the lodge. Ryan really didn't want to put up with Sarah right now. They found a small run down shack along the path.

"Charming," Brendon muttered.

"It's everything you described, Brendon," Ryan said.

"Wait, what?" He asked.

"The cabin, I love it," she said.

Brendon snorted, rolling his eyes as he went inside, finding an old gas mask.

"Hey, check out this mask," Brendon said.

"Ew, why?" He asked. "It creeps me out."

"I think you like it," he said, putting on the mask. "Wanna make out?"

"Bren, stop," Ryan said.

"Alright, your loss," he said, tossing the mask aside. "This mask is cool."

They turned a corner on the path when they approached a dying deer. Its neck was ripped open.

"It's horrible!" Ryan cried.

"I don't think it's gonna make it," Brendon said. "Hey bud, Hey buddy."

"Oh my god, the poor thing," he muttered.

Brendon stepped closer and gently stroked its head.

"It's okay, it's okay," he said.

"Bren, it's in so much pain," he mumbled.

"It'll be over soon, okay? It'll be over soon," he whispered.

The body of the deer was pulled away suddenly into the woods, making the couple run away in fear. They stumbled through the snow

"What the hell was that!" Ryan screamed.

They jumped over the fallen bridge, the thing that got the deer chasing them. Brendon swore it was a bear chasing them, that was the only explanation. They climbed up a short wall of rocks and made a break for the cabin, growling in the distance. Ryan tripped over a step but Brendon quickly came to his boyfriends rescue. They made it inside the building safely, slamming and locking the door shut behind them.

"Holy crap, I feel like I just ran a marathon!" Ryan exclaimed.

"I think we kinda did," Brendon said as he tried to catch his breath.

"Was it a bear?" HE asked.

"Gotta be, those things are crazy fast," Brendon said.

"I didn't see it," Ryan said.

"Thing's not gonna come barging in, I promise," Brendon stated.

"How can you be sure?" Ryan asked.

"Cause I'm pretty sure bears don't know how to open cabin doors," brendon said.

"I've seen them open car doors," Ryan said.

"What? Where?" Brendon questioned.

He shrugged. "On the internet."

"Really? Okay," Brendon sighed. "This isn't the internet, Ryan. Alright? This is real life. And I promise you that no bear or anything else is gonna open that cabin door.

"I guess you're right. Okay, I'm almost feeling relaxed again. Almost," Ryan said, trying to turn on the light but nothing happened. "Hm, typical. This is not the cozy chalet I was promised, Bren."

"Yeah, it's a bit drafty," he said.

"Well, there is a fireplace," Ryan said.

"We don't need a fire to heat things up," he said, putting his hands on his boyfriend's hips.

Ryan huffed and sat on the couch. "Brendon, I am a pretty boy and pretty boys need a proper romantic setting."

"By 'pretty boy' do you mean twink?" Brendon asked.

"I mean, pretty boy," Ryan stated. "And a pretty boy would like to cuddle up with his man by a cozy fire bathed in atmospheric mood lighting."

"It'll get plenty toasty once we're rubbing up against each other," he said.

"Bren?"

"Yeah?"

"Fire. And mood lighting."

Brendon sighed, nodding his head. Ryan reached for his pocket and frowned when he realized something was missing.

"Oh shit! Fuck! Brendon!" He exclaimed.

"What?" Brendon asked.

"Where is it?" Ryan asked himself.

"Where's what?" he asked.

"My freaking phone, Sherlock," Ryan stated. "I must have dropped it outside! I can't lose my phone, my parents will kill me!"

"You can always get a new one," he said.

"That's like my fourth one this year," he said. "It's gotta be outside."

"I don't think we wanna go out there right now with the bear," Brendon said.

Ryan sighed, sitting back down on the couch unhappily. Brendon got a fire going and used a lantern to help add some light to the dark cabin. He found a hunting rifle on the wall, showing it off to Ryan. But Ryan decided he wasn't in the mood anymore.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Brendon asked, disappointed in himself that he's upset his boyfriend.

"No, no, no, no, I mean...I thought you were one way but you're kinda the other way," he said. "Does that make sense? It's not your fault."

"Ryan, I really like you," Brendon stated. "Whoever you think I am, well, just give me a chance and I will show you what you need."

"Well...I'm liking your confidence," Ryan said. "Brendon, the shutters."

"What about them?" Brendon asked.

"Um, close them," he said.

"There's no one out there," he said.

"I feel like someone's watching us, I don't like it," he said.

Brendon sighed, closing the shutters over the window, peering out into the darkness of the trees outside.

"Voila, shutters are shut," he said.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm a little freaked out and it's hard for me to keep this up--"

"Keep what up?" Brendon asked, eyeing Ryan's crotch.

Keep that up?

"I act all super confident and like a total sexy baby but underneath i gotta be honest, I'm really insecure about my appearance," Ryan explained.

"Ry, you've gotta be kidding me," Brendon said. "You've got nothing to be insecure about."

"Oh, you have no idea--"

"Sure i do," he interrupted. "You're just like me and everyone else. We're all insecure! But, you know how to handle yourself. You might call it a front but it's real."

"Yeah, I guess I do," he mumbled.

"Yeah, and It's super fucking hot," he said.

"Really?" Ryan asked.

"Hell yeah it is," he said.

"Come here, maybe I know how to handle you too," he said.

"I am definitely ready to be handled," Brendon said.

Brendon smirked, taking off Ryan's jacket. They kissed softly, neither of them noticing the figure outside as they got undressed.

A crashing noise could be heard in the other room, startling them both.

"What was that?" Ryan asked.

"I don't know," he said.

"Well, go find out," he said.

Brendon sighed, going down to the bedroom dressed in just a white wife beater and a pair of dark jeans. He found the window smashed in and Ryan's phone sitting on the ground, still playing music.

"It's your phone!" He called as he walked back.

"How is it my phone?" Ryan asked as he stood up.

"I don't know, it just came in through the window," Brendon said with a shrug.

"Oh for fucks sake," he sighed. "Those goddamned assholes probably followed us out here to fuck with us just when we were getting down to business!"

Ryan went out, storming onto the front porch. "Hey! Yeah pricks! That means you! I know you're you there!" The fuck are you trying to do? You want to ruin our fun that bad? Well guess what? You can't! You can't ruin our good time! Because Brendon and I are gonna fuck! That's right! We are going to have sex! And it's going to be hot! So enjoy it! Because I know we're going to!"

He went back inside, slamming the door.

"Give me a break," Ryan muttered.

Suddenly, the window in the door broke and something grabbed Ryan. He screamed, being dragged out the window and through the snow.

In the library of the lounge, Frank and Gerard were trying to find out whatever proof they were meant to find.

"Do you really think the twins were communicating with us?" Frank asked.

"I don't know," Gerard said. "I don't know if I wish they were or I wish they weren't. Pete looked really scared at the seance, though."

"Yeah, I mean, it looked like he was keeping it together but..."

"Do you think we shouldn't have mentioned his siblings?" He asked.

"I mean it's why we came back up here," he said.

"Yeah, but not to, lke, have a seance. Maybe we went too far," Gerard said.

He tried to open a door but found it locked. The walked passed a bookshelf when all the books started flying off, narrowly missing them.

"Are you okay?" Frank asked.

"I think so," Gerard said. "Look at that, there was something behind the books."

"It's a button," he said.

"Why would there be a button?" He asked . "Should I press it?"

He reached forward, pushing the metal button. There was a creaking sound before the bookshelf slowly swung back, revealing a hidden room.

"Are we in a movie right now?" Gerard gasped.

"If we are, I hope it's a rom com," Frank said, wishing it really was so him and Gerard could end up together."

"Leave it to the Wentz' to have a secret passage in their house," he said. "Should we take a look?"

"After you," Frank said.

"No, no, no, no, no, you go," he said, handing the candle to Frank.

Frank sighed and went into the small room where there was a little desk. There was a portrait of the twins with a threatening letter on the back.

I will take them and bleed them like pigs and rip their soft white skin off! Fucking 16 years. 16 years I waited for pretty little Andrew and Hillary.

"Holy cow," he muttered.

"What is it?" Gerard asked.

Frank bit his lip, deciding to be honest with Gerard

"Now, Gee, I don't wanna freak you out but look at this," he said.

"Frank, what is that?" Gerard asked as he peered over his friend's shoulder.

"I think this might be what the spirit board wanted us to find," he said.

"The clue?" Gerard asked.

"Yeah, it's a letter," Frank said. "It's a threat."

"Frank, this is serious," Gerard stated. "We need to find Pete right now."

They walked out of the secret room and Frank picked up the grate on the floor. There was light coming up from the basement, which was weird because there was no power. The locked door from earlier opened on it's own.

"Do you think someone was actually after Andrew and Hillary?" He asked.

"If so, that would be really messed up," Frank said.

They went through the open door and down a little hallway. They went through another doorway back to the foyer area. The front door was locked when Frank tried to open it before going to the living room.

"So, I've just been thinking about something I saw earlier with Jamia," Frank said. "There was like this wanted poster, full on western style."

"So?" Gerard asked.

"And Jamia really thought there was someone following her around."

"So you're saying there's some criminal up on the mountain with us?"

"There was that newspaper article with the guy who wanted revenge and that psycho letter," Frank said.

"If this is your way of trying to make me feel better, you're fired," Gerard stated.

The kitchen door--that was closed-- was banged against by the other side and they heard Pete shouting.

"Pete!" Gerard called as he opened the door.

He was pulled in and the door shut, separating the pair. Gerard's screams and grunts could be heard.

"Gerard! Gee!" Frank shouted. "What's going on! Let me in! Are you okay!"

Frank broke down the door and fell to the ground. As he stood, he saw Gerard laying on the floor unconscious. A masked man punched Frank across the face, knocking him out before he dragged Gerard's body away.