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"Dude, are you sure you don't want to make the trip with us to old man Weller's? If we hurry, it's only a 10 minute trip, and you know he hands out the best chocolate at this time of night!"

"It's fine, honest. Besides, I have all the candy I can ask for, and someone needs to look over the house! (while Mom and Dad make sure you guys don't destroy his fence again)." With rapid succession of quick goodbyes, and a couple gourd shaped parents being dragged down the street, Lincoln was finally alone. He lounged about the couch, consulting his watch for the time. After a decent minute passed, and it was clear no one was going to barge back in for some forgotten, his plan would finally spring into action.

Out from his Ace savvy costume was a floor plan, detailed with a route to go through every room in the house. In record time, every light in the house was off. Lincoln was drowned in darkness, with his only source of light being the tv in the living room. Candy? Check. Remote? Check. Drinks? Double check. It was time.

"This year is a very special episode of 'ARRGHHH' with a surprise guest. And I may not have the BEST track record with anything spooky, but there was no way I could miss this."

[This year for the annual halloween special, ARRGHHH will take us all to the mysterious Caledborgh Mansion. Known for its various oddities and events of ghostly activity. It was the home of a rich family from the old world. The head of the family renowned for his naval expertise made haste aboard his vessel with his family. Upon reaching the shores, they moved further inland. After having the family home built, they prospered in the land of opportunities, but his personal wellbeing began to fail. Being unable to sail upon the seven seas again, he became more inclusive, a shell of his former self. His temper grew, ultimately growing into a tempest of fury as he besieged the home, and everyone in it. The lake behind the house, just a shallow reminder of that which he grew to love and became his undoing, turned into a watery grave. Other family members would try to look after the house, but none would stay longer than a week. At most.]

"OH MAN! Now it's time to get to the good part!"

"Hello there future ghost hunters in training. You know who I am, you know why you're here, let's just get down to business. It's time to get down to looking at this old mansion here. Legends have it the sounds of chains and bells fill the air around this time of year. And some have claimed the sightings of a ghost ship in the lake out back. Now, here with me is my special gue-"

The feed was cut, and the tv went to black. And then the familiar drone of the emergency broadcast system. And there went his Halloween.

"Oh come ON! Of all the times this needed to happen." All he could do was sigh heavily. He'd get started on turning all the lights back on, but all his energy felt zapped. "Well, hopefully something else is on. I guess." He took a swig of his delicious drink, grabbed the remote, and tried to change the channel. *Click* But the same dull drone pierced the air. After repeated attempts, the same results.

"Aaaand there goes my night." Defeat was set upon his face, only visible in the glow of the tv. There was nothing left to do but stuff himself full of nothing but sugar. "Funny, if this was anything like those scary stories on the internet, I bet right about now the tv would go from this to some eerie static a-"

*Zzrt* Beyond the thin veil of the static, there was a lone figure. Whoever it was, it was hard to make out. It began to speak, but the voice was so muddled that nothing could be made out from it. "I-is this some kind of prank to scare us? I've had enough pranks since april." Though through trying to save face with a quick throwaway joke, the image before him began to grow more and more under his skin. And suddenly, out of all the unintelligable garbage, words could be made out. "His time... has come... meddlesome..." Greater confusion began to set in. Who was it that he was talking about. What has come?

Just then, the figure began to move, and the camera began to follow. It was dark, so there was no telling where he was. But eventually, down what must have been a long hallway was a single light. Upon reaching the spot, more of the area could be seen. A dank, decrepit building, weathered by time and storms aplenty. "Look, at the face of death before you." It was finally clear. The figure wore a mask, clown-like in origin. It donned shades, and looked to be beaten to a pulp. He(?) ducked down, and leaned on a chair. "Look at your vices, and all that you will see is the inferno of man." In the chair was the body of the ghost hunter himself. His eyes ripped from the socket. "He looked into himself, and couldn't stand it any longer. He lingers in darkness... hmhmhmhm... hahahaha." It was no good. His stomach could no longer contain the sugar. Lincoln reached for the nearest waste basket, and spewed into it.

"And now, you are next... Lincoln Loud." Looking up, he couldn't believe his ears. Before, it could be dismissed as a sick joke, but now it went from creepy to downright maddening. "T-there's no way I heard that, right? I-i-i think I had too much candy. I gotta turn this off." And with a press of the power button, the screen went off. He felt vulnerable in the pure darkness, but it was miles better than whatever that was. His plan was simple. Don't move an inch from the couch, go to sleep, and wait for everyone else to come back. He closed his eyes, and attempted to sleep it off.

Light pierced his eyelids. "Are they back already?" But no one had come through the door. It was the tv again. It turned on, on its own. "What?" He turned it off again, but a few seconds later, it would just come back again. "Did you really think you could get rid of me?" He dropped it, and it disappeared into the fourth dimension. " Trying to deny your fate. You can't just turn away and escape your problems. And now, you will pay the ultimate price." The static came back, obscuring whatever was going on. the camera moved again, as they changed their location. "Now, let me see." The boy had begun to cling onto his every word, frighteningly curious with whatever he was about to say. His guts told him that was not going to be good ".... Luna.... Leni... Lynn... Lori...." His heart had sunk. The odds of those specific names. A chill crawled up his spine, though he swore he closed all the windows. The figure looked offscreen to his left, and motioned for something to come over. The sound of metal scrapping poured out, causing him to flinch and grab at his ears. It was only after opening his eyes back, that the grinding came to a hault.

There were four shadows that seemed to be levitating. A cold sweat began to break, as he began to feel about them to show they were very much physical. "Now, don't you dare run away. If you're truly a boy, there's no reason to back down. Because this is what makes boys into men. Burn this into your memory." The figure snapped, casting a light upon what looked like four of his sisters, being carried by meat hooks. "Now, I bet you're wondering why I left the eyes this time." But Lincoln was paralyzed with fear, blankly staring at the screen. He was to afraid to wonder why, much less anything at all. "Because the eyes are the window of the soul. And there's much to learn once that soul was torn OUT!" He jumped. "Hehehehehe. No need to be so alarmed. Isn't that right, my puppet." On his right hand came a Luan, dressed in her mime outfit. "... Nothing to say? Guess I must be getting the 'silent treatment'. HAHAHAHAHAH."

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to get away as fast as he could. As he moved out of the room, he could have sworn he heard. "... the blood is on your hands now." But the adrenaline was too great. As he moved into the kitchen, he slipped on something. As faceplanting, he reached to nurse his head went he felt something liquid on his hands touch it. Feeling around in the darkness, he touches the doors under the sink, where lana always stores a spare light. The light began to show, and all he saw was red. "AAAAAA, Hyper re- I mean, BLOOD. SO MUCH BLOOD." And then a knock came upon the door.

"Looks like opportunity is knocking. MUAHAHAHAHAHA." There was no reason to stay down here. His room would be much better. Yes. But while making the ascent, the sounds of scratching came. And they were inside the house. The sounds came from the direction of his room, which gave him a mini heart attack. He was going out of his mind, until a quick bark came from the same direction. "C-charles? I'll save you buddy!" He reached out for the door, and turned his head. He wasn't dead yet, so he finally turned his head to look inside. Nothing was in there.

"But I swore I just heard him." And soon came heart attack number two when something slimy glanced across hand. After jumping into the year and coming back down to earth and shining his light, it really was Charles. "Buddy, it is you." He held the dog tight. "Please, don't you ever scare me like that again. ...I'll just have to clean you up later" A reassuring bark in return helped soothe his nerves.

"Oh, you think you're feeling a bit more comfortable now? Maybe the little ones won't feel the same way. How about we start from the bottom to the top..." He had finally had enough. Out of everything that scared him out of his wits, going for Lily was the final straw. He busted his way into Lucy and Lynn's room, and found the aluminum bat. Armed and ready, he raced down the stairs and jumped on the table. Bat raised, heart pumping, teeth bared, he bellowed "I don't know HOW you know know so much about me and my family, but this ENDS NOW!"

The door opened. "LINCOLN LOUD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" It was his Dad, followed by his Mom and Sisters. "Y-you're alive? But I was just.... but he was just..."

"First of all, why are you about to smash the TV. And second, why are you covered in ketchup?"

"Ketchup?" He reached for his head to touch the glob he left up there. Upon a single taste, it really was ketchup. The figure on the tv, whose creepy laugh at first, became a wild boisterous laughter.

"You should've seen the look on your face. I can't see it, b-but I bet it's priceless. HAHAHAHAHAH."

"W-what? How'd you know so much about me. Who are you?"

"Who am I, to know what you're scared of most of all? Well nimrod, it doesn't take a rocket scientist, but it's also because I AM YOU." He removed the masked to reveal a familiar blond haired boy.

"It's you! From the supermarket."

"That's right. And I have a name, you know. It's Wilkes. This is for the cereal and taking my place."

Lincoln just gave him a confused look. "Rrrgh. Just listen. I used to be you, until my voice cracked. I got cast into the shadows to be a villain, while YOU are allowed to have the ten siblings and have a warm, loving, big family. Of course, my hair regained its color, but it didn't take much to fully adopt the evil role. Especially after the final straw. So i've been planning this all year long, just waiting to have my revenge."

"Wait, what about those bodies?"

"Computer generated. You aren't the only resourceful one around here. Intercepting your tv signal, donning the mask, all of it was me."

"And the camera?"

"Oh, that was my buddy Tyrone over here." A deeper "yo" came from the background. "I can say, the only things I didn't mess with were the ketchup in the kitchen, or that stupid remote. Were you turning the tv back on, on purpose?"

Luan stepped up. "O-oh, that's where my gag remote went. I had Lisa make it for me, so that it looks like you change the channels, but it stays on the same on. And it turns itself back on. It was supposed to be for a future prank. heheheh. My bad."

"Man, revenge never tasted so sweet. HAHAHAHA!" Lincoln looked like he was on the verge of tears, which was something the rest of the family didn't take kindly to. Lori shot a look to Lisa.

"Already on it. Looks like he's pretty close."

"Why don't we have a nice talk with Wilkes." Lynn cracked her knuckles.

As the mob made their way outside, Dad made a quick interjection. "Now now, don't rough them up too much."

"Try to watch out for the teeth. But if you knock a couple out, you know where to send them." The both of them went over to Lincoln and gave him a big hug. "Oooh, it's going to ok. Oh yeah, there was someone at the door for you while we were out." It was Clyde himself.

"Hey man, I heard everything. I was wondering why I heard a lot of screaming, but it's nice to know everything was alright. Along with seeing the lovely Lori in her costume."

"Right, you were going to come over." In the distance, you could hear a 'Not the face, not the face.' "So, I guess to end it on this note, you gotta remember that stuff that happens in creepypastas, such as LOST episodes and tapes or games with black marker on them holding the spirits of the deceased, only happen in works of fiction and to cartoon characters. And as such, let's end this in the spookiest way possible; by watching ourselves on tv."

"And we can do it while drinking this Barry's Red Cola. Nothing hits the spot like a Barry's Red Cola.", Clyde added.

Dad Handed Lincoln the real remote. "Ahhh, Barry's Red Cola. Sparkling, tasty, and refreshing."

As the intro rolled, the both of them uttered, "Ah man, it's another Clyde episode."