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I spent the next week trying to figure out where they were. They hadn't told me or anything, but I had a good idea for how to find them. See, because I'm super-spy like that, I had given them all new phones about a year ago. What they didn't know was that their phones had a GPS system in each one. That may come off as rather stalker-ish, but hey, I look out for my friends.
Anyway, once I tracked them down and found out that they were somewhere in L.A., I packed my bags, bade my mom goodbye, and took off for the airport.
The moment I stepped off the plane, I got a weird vibe. It felt like someone- or someone- was watching me, and it gave me chills. The other weird thing was when I tried to tell the taxi driver where to go, all of the ones I flagged down refused to go there. They wouldn't explain why, they just shook their heads violently and drove off. So I eventually had to rent a car (the car that I got for my 27th birthday was in a locker somewhere). When I pulled up to the place, I knew why no one would go there.
It was a mansion- big, beautiful, old, and obviously haunted. On the gates, spelled out was the name, The Paramour. I shivered, and pressed the call button on the side of the entrance. The gates opened slowly, creaking. I gave another shudder, and drove in.
As I parked the car, I saw the front door open and somebody walk/run out. I got out of my car to see better, and saw that it was Mikey, rushing with an air of panic around him.
"Mikey? Mikey! What's going on?" He didn't pay attention to me, he just kept his head down, muttering what sounded like, "...fuc.ked up, need to get away, can't sleep, can't get away, that place is fuc.ked up..."
I ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. "Mikey, calm down, what's the matter?" He looked at me, his eyes wide with fear. "Calm down? I can't calm down! That place is...is...is evil, Gwen! It is, I swear! I hear voices at night, telling me horrible things. And it's not just me, everyone has been going crazy, and I...I just can't take it!" I stared at him, unable to believe what I was seeing and hearing. Here was Mikey, one of the most grounded people I knew, going into hysterics before my eyes. I managed to calm him down enough to get him to tell me the whole story. When I did, I got goosebumps, like he was telling me a really scary ghost story. But this was no story.
Apparently, the mansion was very haunted, supporting my earlier feelings. The entire house was cold, no matter what the temperature was outside. Doors would slam in front of people, bathtubs would fill up when no one was home. Mikey's case was much scarier. His room was apparently one of, if not the most, haunted rooms in the whole building. It only had one blue light bulb, hanging from the ceiling, and it had a feeling of evil surrounding it. I could tell that Mikey had not gotten a good night's sleep for a while.
So I took Mikey to a hotel, where he could settle down and get away from the house for a bit.
I then went back to the mansion, parked my car, and walked up to the front doors. I knocked, the sound carrying throughout the house. I heard random shuffling, and it was a few minutes before a harassed-looking Ray opened the door. "Hey Ray," I said, giving a tentative smile. He just stared at me, not really showing any emotion- his face was a blank mask. "Gwen..." his voice was emotionless, too.
"Can I come in?" I didn't wait for his answer, I just stepped on in. The house was very cold. I was glad that I had my jacket on. It was very large, and very empty, and the moment I stepped inside, I knew that there was going to be some super-natural trouble.

YAY GHOSTS!! sorry to hear about your mom. My Grandmother had cancer, unfortunetly she didn't make it.

Poor kitties.

|This Fan Fic had turned into a cancer discussion|

Those are the three C's that (I believe) fuel all conversations. 3nodding

My word, I've been inspired lately.

I turned around. "Ray," I said warily, "What the hell is going on here?" He turned to me, his eyes suddenly very emotional. "Gwen, everything has gone to s.hit. We haven't been able to think up any music in months. T-this may be the end." "The end of what?" I asked, alarmed. "The end of the band." I may have imagined it, but it seemed as though a tear rolled down his cheek. I swiftly stepped forward and caught him in a tight embrace. "It'll be OK, Ray. Everything will be alright."
Just then I heard a loud shout. "I'M JUST GONNA JUMP IN THAT F.UCKING POOL!" Ray and I flinched apart. "What was that?" I breathed. "That was Gerard. He's...not well." "Not well?" I was sure my voice raised a few octaves higher. "When you left, Gerard, and the rest of us, to be honest, kept on spiraling down back into his depression. He's not taking drugs or alcohol or anything," he said, seeing my worried face, "but he is still depressed. Everything got worse when we came here. It's like this record that we're working on is...I don't know, trying to kill us or something." I pondered this, frowning. "Is there a main living room or something, where everyone goes?" He nodded. "Yeah, it's just around that corner." "Okay, and where is everybody?" "In their rooms. The bedrooms are just up the stairs, and along that hallway." "Alright then." My face was set in a determined expression. "Get in the living room thing. I'll go get the others." Ray's eyes widened, and then he gave a small smile. "Alright. Gwen's back in business." I gave him a big grin and shoved him through the door. I then climbed up the stairs, ignoring the foreboding feeling I was getting. Everything got colder as I walked up, and I heard whispers. I simply ignored it all and plowed on through. Never mind my paralyzing fear of ghosts. I had friends to save. Again.

This is getting better and better! Keep writing!

not quite so long, but whatever.

I plowed through the first door on my right. In the room, sprawled across the bed was Bob. I wasn't sure if he was dead, asleep, or just lazy. "BOB!" I yelled in his ear. He gave a shout and fell off the bed. "You know..." he said, picking himself off of the floor to glare at me. "There is such a thing as knocking and waking someone up gently." "Whatever Mr. Sensitive. Get down in the living room." "What?" "Go down into the living room! We are having a community meeting." "Okay, fine. I'm going." He stumbled towards the door, and I heard his heavy footsteps descend down the stairs. I went to the next door in the hallway.
This time instead of busting the door open, I actually used the handle. There on the bed lay Frank, asleep. I climbed on top of him and said "Frankie!". He woke up with a start and said groggily, "Is this a dream?" My face twisted into a disgusted expression and I slapped the side of his head. "Stop being perver.ted, jackass. This is an intervention. Now get downstairs in the living room." He nodded and walked downstairs. I was sure that he was still sleeping.
I went to the next room, and I opened it even more gently, because I knew that this was Gerard's room. Once I had the door open, I saw Gerard, curled up in a ball, facing the corner of the far wall. "Gerard...?" I said, softly. He turned his head slightly. "Go away," he said, somewhat raspingly. I was somewhat hurt by this. "Gerard? It's me, Gwen." "No. It's the ghost. Don't fool me with this one. I will exorcise your a**." I took a step back. Ray wasn't lying when he said that Gerard wasn't well.
I squared my shoulders and strode determinedly further into the room. I put my arms around Gerard, who raised his shoulders, trying to shrink away from me. "Oh, Gee. It's going to be okay. Believe me, it will." "How can you know that?" he whispered. "Because your best friend Gwen is here! Besides, I know everything. C'mon, hon. Up you get." I helped him stand up and led him downstairs to the living room.
Once I got them all into the living room, I realized just how messed up they got after I left. Their hair was unkempt, they obviously had not changed their clothes in a while, and it was also obvious that they had not taken baths in a while.
I paced in front of them while they sat dejectedly on the couch.
"Okay..." I said, rubbing my hands over my face. "Here's what we're going to do. You all are going to get your act together. I mean my God, people! You all have been beaten down by a bunch of ghosts! The supposed most dangerous band in rock 'n' roll, scared into submission by a few lousy specters. This is rather pathetic.
Now, I understand that you all are in a fragile state. So I am going to ease you into this second rehab program. Gerard," I pointed at him, and he looked up at me, slight shock in his eyes. "I'm starting with you." I grabbed his hand and led him out of the room. "The rest of you, stay in there and talk about all the crap that's going on." I led Gerard up the stairs, found the bathroom, pushed him in, and closed the door. "Gwen?" his voice was faint through the thick door. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting you clean," I called out. "By what I can smell, I'm sure you need a bath. I'll go get you some clothes."
When I came back to outside the door, I didn't hear the water running. "Gerard? Why aren't you taking a bath?" "I don't feel like it." I rolled my eyes. "You are behaving like a two-year-old. Do I have to come in there and bathe you myself?" There was a silence in which I went over what I said in my mind. "Stop thinking perve.rted thoughts, and take a bath!" I waited a couple minutes until I heard running water.

The part where Gerard dyes his hair will be in either the next chapter or the one after that. ^_^

Wonder what the reaction to the hair-bleaching is gonna be.