A/N: So, for some reason I'm in the mood to write a 'horror' story. More like my attempt to make people scared. Will it fail? Probably. Also, I'll just say there might be blood. Also I apologize if they seem OOC.

When Bdubs found the mansion he had to drag Keralis there. It didn't look anything like the naturally generating Woodland Mansions. For one thing Bdubs had found it in the plains, not too far from Hermitville, not too far from Area 77 and Keralis's house, too.

The manor, or mansion, Bdubs couldn't tell the difference between them, was built out of stone bricks, strangely worn down from age with vines and cracked stones. Usually blocks didn't age, so that was kind of weird, and Bdubs didn't think that the owners would want to make the mansion --or manor,-- to be worn down. Plus, it would be kind of weird if one of the hermits somehow had them in stock.

The Area 77 people weren't responding so Bdubs couldn't ask them if they built the manor --Bdubs finally decided on that,-- and Keralis couldn't have done it, why would he want another base when his own base was only a short distance away?

Bdubs couldn't think of a reason why the other hermits would want another base as Hermitville was so close by. And he just came by here yesterday evening and he didn't see the manor and he knew that you just couldn't build a manor overnight so the only --very unlikely--, option was that it just appeared there during the night.

At this point Bdubs stopped thinking about that because he was hurting his own brain at this point.

He had already messaged Keralis to come so now he was just waiting.

He was currently tossing a block up in front of him and then catching it again, mindlessly.

For a few moments he didn't see the people climbing out of the hole.

"Hi!"

Bdubs jumped, startled.

In front of him were Ren, Impulse and someone with messy sandy hair and a red sweater, which he guessed was the newest hermit, Grian.

"Why are you in front of a manor all alone? Did you build it? It wasn't here before anyway, How'd you do it? Who are you waiting for? How'd you get mossy stone bricks?" Grian asked, rapidly firing questions.

"Woah, I didn't build it, I'm waiting for Keralis, and I don't know how they got mossy stone bricks and cracked stone bricks."

"So who built it?" Impulse asked.

"I don't know, that's why I called Keralis so we could look around," Bdubs told the hippies.

"I think raiding Area 77 for a second time can be put off, mysterious appearing buildings can't."

During the conversation Ren had wandered a bit away and was now doing...something. Bdubs wasn't so sure on what that something was.

The telltale sound of fireworks sounded and Keralis 'gracefully' landed.

By gracefully Bdubs means by landing and then the momentum launching Keralis face first into the manor's wall.

Very graceful.

Bdubs had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing, noticing Grian and Impulse doing the same thing, Ren still doing whatever he was doing over there. Bdubs tried to prevent himself, but once he made eye contact with Grian it was all over.

After they had gotten over their giggles and Keralis had finally stopped rubbing his nose they got prepared to enter the manor.

"Hey, Ren, you coming?" Grian called out to Ren.

Ren went back to them, holding his sword in one hand and a poppy in the other.

Bdubs gripped his sword tightly and looked around. It turned out to be much darker than they thought it would be. Apparently the windows must've been stained black or something, because both windows near the door seemed to shed literally no natural light.

As soon as he stepped inside the Manor a sense of 'something bad is going to happen' appeared.

Bdubs brushed that feeling aside, perhaps not the smArtest thing to do, aNd scanned the area. There were long burnt out torches in the seemingly old torch holders and the faded carpet that might've been Yellow or another colour was now white and barely seeable because of the very dusty floors.

As far as Bdubs knew the Manor had appeAred either overNight or built overnight so it shouldn't have been possible for it to be dustY but he didn't question it.

After fruitless efforts and coMing across a sAd group of dead orchids in a room that might've beeN a greenhouse but was now overrun bY dead or dying plants.

Plus, the rooming didn't make sense.

Like now, for instance.

Bdubs pushed through the plants, certain that what he saw was a door. Grian had opted to pulling some branches back and letting them smack the poor person behind him, which happened to be Ren.

Bdubs suddenly frowned, remembering that Impulse had been behind Grian before. He thinks Impulse will (hopefully) be fine.

They finally reached the door and Bdubs opened it. It was unlocked, like the rest of the manor's doors was.

The room turned out to be an indoor graveyard.

"Why do you have an indoor graveyard?" Keralis wondered.

Bdubs only shrugged at him in reply.

Bdubs walked through the rows of graves, the hippies (plus Impulse he wasn't lost or killed), had already wandered further down, and Keralis was in the row in front of him.

The graves were all written in Old Galactic, something that Bdubs didn't really know how to read but he tried.

He examined the grave in front of him, he was pretty sure it read: Here lies Bob, slain by rudimentary Bob. Bdubs wondered what rudimentary Bob did to perma-kill Bob.

After examining the graveyard they were about to leave the room when Keralis saw something lying in the shadowy corner of the indoor graveyard.

"What's this?" Keralis asked, pulling the board from the corner of the room.

"It's a board," Impulse noticed.

"Actually it's a Ouija board," Ren corrected.

"So how do you use it?" Grian asked.

"Basically you put your pointer finger on the spinny thingy and the ghost will either spin the thing and direct it to either the letters of the alphabet or numbers and we put the letters together to form words of whatever the ghost tells us." Ren explained.

"Will the ghost attack us?" Bdubs asked.

"I don't think so, most ghosts aren't powerful enough to attack. The gravest danger a Ouija board has is that it can attract a class of demons, not like Tango, called soul snarers."

"That doesn't sound good, what are they?" Impulse asked, seemingly to try and pull something out of his thumb.

"I'll tell you if you'd let me," Ren continued, "Soul snarers catch the souls of people who have just been perma-killed, before the soul goes over to its proper place of Aether. These unfortunate souls become slaves for eternity. The strongest of these demons" --Ren paused, for drama or hesitance Bdubs wasn't sure-- "can even cause people to perma-die before their Aether-appointed time."

"They can kill people." Impulse said, his voice sounding small in the graveyard. Was he imagining it or was it getting colder?

Ren nodded.

"Let's still do it." Grian said.

Each hesitatingly placed their finger on it.

"Is anyone there?" Ren asked.

The planchette swiveled to yes. Bdubs frowned, not really a believer in ghosts or spirits.

"How many of you are there?" Impulse asked hesitantly, seeming to have finally pulled out what Bdubs assumed was a thorn and was now bleeding.

The planchette moved to four letters, M-A-N-Y.

"How many?" Grian asked.

M-A-N-Y

"Are you ghosts?" Keralis asked.

The planchette was still a moment before swiveling to yes. Then it shifted to no.

"I don't get it," Grian said.

"He--they--whoever--doesn't seem to know what it is," Bdubs suggested, his voice sounding dry and nervous even to his own ears.

When it came to his turn to ask a question he lowered his voice to a whisper, as if it might offend whoever was in charge of the board. "Are you the people who died here?"

The planchette didn't move, seeming to be frozen.

"It's really cold in here." Bdubs said, rubbing the arm that was attached to the hand touching the board. (That was kind of worded weirdly)

Suddenly the planchette started freaking out.

MANYMANYMANYMANYMANYMANYMANYMANYMANYMANYMANY.

Keralis hesitantly tried to remove his finger to the planchette but it was almost as his finger was superglued to it. The others tried to no avail.

"It's gone completely nuts." Impulse said.

The planchette, apparently done with whatever it was doing, flew to the otherside of room, disappearing into the darkness.

"That took off some skin..." Ren said, looking at his finger.

"I think let's just go back to our bases," Keralis suggested.

Bdubs leaned over as if to get the board, then had second thoughts and kicked the board viciously into the outer darkness.

"Let's go now!" Bdubs said.

All made their way to the exit quickly. Only Grian had turned to see where the board had landed. Now he said in a strained voice. "Um, guys, we've got a problem."

The others turned to see where he was pointing at.

In the dark center of the room, figures made out of smoke were slowly hardening into more distinguishable shapes.

Bdubs saw a person who had a sword through his chest, (hopefully not Billy) and other shapes that he couldn't make sense of. He also saw a woman who had blackened, burned skin pretty much everywhere. Part of the skin on her cheek was literally melted, showing her jaw.

"Who are the others?" Grian asked. "They don't exactly look like people."

Behind hopefully-not-Billy, the glowing figures were tall, misshapen, showing a hand with too many fingers, or hooves like a goat or a horse.

"I think one of them has Wither," said Impulse, and then he began laughing in a really unnerving way.

"I think I get the Many part..." Bdubs whispered under his breath.

"Yeah... and she must be..." Ren didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to.

She was called 'The Blackened Bride' and for good reason. On the day of her wedding she was burned (no one understood exactly why, maybe they thought she was a witch?) at stake and she would travel to other servers.

Those server's players would be driven mad by hallucinations and eventually kill each other.

Though sometimes The Blackened Bride would come and warn people of danger.

"And the... others?" Impulse asked, already knowing the answer.

"Soul snarers." Ren said.

Keralis, his voice flat, as if all the fear had been leached out of him, said, "I just remembered. From that Minecraftian B.O.W class. There's a part where Steve chases away a wither skeleton. And when he asks the wither skeleton his name, he says Legion."

Bdubs was kind of impressed Keralis remembered something from the Minecraftian Book Of Wisdom.

"And why do you want to have this on your tombstone?" Bdubs demanded, never taking his eyes off the silent figures.

"'Legion' means 'many,'" said Keralis.

"And there are a lot of them," said Ren, "I don't know what these people were doing when they died, but I guess they got way more than they bargained for."

The shapes were flickering now, like a bad radio signal. The mouths of the two human figures were open in soundless screams.

The vague shapes behind them laughed silently. It was like someone had pressed a mute button somewhere.

"Okay, okay, here's the plan," said Grian. "Plan Run For Our Lives!"

They ran for their lives.

They burst through the doors, scaring the crowd of hermits at the entrance and tumbled to the ground, and Bdubs, knocked himself out.

~

(As told from the perspective of Xisumavoid)

When your friends come tumbling out of a manor and one of them somehow knocks himself out, it's usually best to help them.

So that's exactly what he did.

He asked Grian what had happened but it seemed that he was too ?terrified? to answer.

He asked Ren and Keralis what had happened and they refused.

Besides... Where was Impulse, anyway?

Him and a group of others, —TFC, Stress, False and Iskall— decided to check the place out.

They eventually found a mini-graveyard with a Ouija board and in the center was blood.

Or, more specifically, four words.

M-A-N-Y?

No.

He examined it closer.

M-

O-

R-

E