Author's Note: Hey guys, it's been a while since I last posted a fic, but I fell in love with this movie and it's characters, and wanted to do something a little different with it. Yes, Tadashi is alive, and the time frame becomes clear in the first chapter (basically, the fire never happened).

It is a 'ghost story', although I make no promises on how scary it'll be (I hope you enjoy the plot regardless of fear factor anyway). Also, it does have a few scenes which may disturb sensitive readers (thus the 'T' rating), but overall you should be fine.

Oh, and please please please review! I'd love to hear what you think and if you could let me know if I've made any mistakes, that'd be swell ;)

The door swung shut with a bang as Hiro got out of the car, eager to walk around and stretch his legs after the two hour long car journey. Shifting his backpack, he picked up Mochi from the ground and took a single step towards the house they would be spending the next week in. It was rather large, considering they were a family of three, with wooden double doors leading into the house, surrounded by green moss which seeped out of the cracks in the cement between the grey bricks, hardly visible behind the weed. Dusty windows littered the building, some with cracks, and the neglected front garden was overgrown with long grass and untrimmed bushes, weeds victorious in their battle against the dying flowers.

"Aunt Cass?" asked Tadashi, as he made his way up the dirt path towards the house. His aunt hummed in response, also caught up in looking at their home for the next week. "I thought you said this was a 'paradise'?"

"Well," replied his aunt, only sparing him a glance as she looked at the house. "It was recommended by a friend of a friend, and on the website it looked so lovely – oh, Tadashi, you should've seen the pictures! Although, now that I think about it they did look a little out of date – but I was so excited. I mean, you know we're not the richest in the world, and this huge house for that small price? Bargain!" Tadashi blinked at her in surprise, before chuckling fondly and lifting up two suitcases, carrying them into the house.

The wooden doors creaked open, and the three dropped their bags just inside before Tadashi located a light switch, brushing away cobwebs and flicking it on. After a second nothing happened, before the house seemed to buzz with electricity and the lights flickered on, flashing a few times before letting in a constant stream of light. The hallway matched the outside in that it was large, although it wasn't nearly big enough to be a hotel lobby, as the advertisement had wrongly stated. There was a flight of stairs to the right and a door on either side of the hallway, one obviously leading to the kitchen as Cass made a beeline for the door on the left.

"You boys go and choose your rooms while I get the food ready. We left a little late and it's dinner already – can you believe it!"

Giving each other a knowing look at the behaviour of their excitable aunt, the two boys made their way up the stairs, each step creaking as they ascended.

"Right," said Tadashi as they reached the top, setting their cases down. "What room do you want?" He looked from his younger brother to the two corridors stemming off from the landing. Hiro looked between the two before picking up his case and walking down the left corridor, as Tadashi followed.

"Uh, I'll take this one, I guess." Hiro said, deciding on a room halfway down the corridor. "Will your one be close?" he nearly winced at how childish it sounded, but luckily Tadashi either hadn't noticed, or pretended not to. The two brothers had lived in the same room for years now, and so being apart so suddenly in a new house was strange for the both of them – especially for Hiro, who had been too young to remember having his own room when they had lived with their parents.

"I'll go next door. Do you mind taking Baymax? Careful – he's quite heavy."

"You brought him?" Hiro asked in surprise, as he was weighed down by Baymax's red case.

"Yeah. I figured I could work on him while we're here. And if anyone happens to get hurt, we already have an expert to help!" he grinned, obviously proud of his foresight and Hiro rolled his eyes fondly.

"Right, 'cause it's not like Cass wanted us to take a break from working."

"Hey, as far as I'm concerned, this is a celebration for you getting into SFIT." He reached out behind Hiro and grabbed his backpack, shaking it lightly. "And I'll bet there's more than clothes in there," he was rewarded by a satisfying clinking sound of metal colliding inside the bag, and Hiro blushed, pulling away from Tadashi.

"Right, okay, whatever – I'll take Baymax then." And with that, Hiro pulled the red case with him into his new room, closing the door behind him. He set the nurse 'bot down by the door before throwing his suitcase on the bed, closely followed by his backpack. Hiro knew giving him Baymax was his brother's way of keeping an eye on him now that they were separated, but he didn't mind. It would be nice to have some company, be it only his brother's college project.

He flicked on the light, and for the first time took a good look at the room. It was fairly big, with a single bed in the middle of the room next to the window. Thin, tattered curtains floated in a non-existent breeze, and the window itself was covered in grime, the thick dust preventing anyone from seeing out or in. The wallpaper was peeling and water-stained in the corners, and the floorboards were uneven, with dark patches staining the wood. On the far side of the room there was an old ebony wardrobe, two doors wide with drawers underneath, and next to the small bed there was a matching bedside table, complete with drawers too.

Hiro sighed and slouched over to the bed, landing on it with a few bounces next to his things. There was no need for him to use the wardrobe, as Hiro always kept his things in the suitcase on the rare occasions that they travelled, and Tadashi probably wouldn't want his help with unpacking, leaving Hiro very bored and longing for something to do. His dark eyes locked on the window and he hopped off the bed, making his way over to the grimy glass. Pulling down the sleeve of his jumper over his hand, he rubbed the material over the glass, grimacing in disgust as the dust that had been built up for years transferred itself to his sleeve. He wiped the dark dirt on the wall next to the window, before peering out through the hole in the dust he'd created.

His bedroom overlooked the back garden, although due to the fact that it wasn't fenced off, either because the previous owners had decided not to, or the fence had just weathered away (the latter was more likely, judging by the condition of the garden); it was hard to tell how large it was. There was a big tree at the back of the garden, just in front of a long dip in the ground which Hiro assumed was a river, and casted a shadow over the rest of the garden, making eerie shapes in the moonlight.

The grass was long overdue a mow, and Hiro could just about see a rotting wooden garden seat standing to one side, the white paint almost completely flaked off. Next to the seat was a large tire, looking as if it could possibly be the back wheel of a tractor. The black rubber had been stained green from years of exposure, and the grass had grown so tall around it the tire was almost covered. There was a swing set on the other side of the garden, although it was so rusted it was impossible to tell what colour it once was. All in all, the garden looked like something out of a horror film, and that sparked Hiro's interest.

Pushing away from the window, he ran out of his room and down the stairs, heading in the opposite direction of the front door to the utility room. Hiro nearly tripped over Tadashi's baseball bat as he searched the cupboards for the key he remembered his aunt mentioning, grinning as he finally found it in the cupboard nearest the door.

Outside, the grass was still damp from the heavy rainfall a couple of hours earlier, and the ground squelched under Hiro's trainers. Up close, the garden was in much more of a mess than Hiro had previously thought, and at times he'd had to dodge obstacles camouflaged by overgrown grass, or attempt to kick the odd deflated football out of the way.

Unintentionally, Hiro found himself standing at the foot of the large tree at the back of the garden, although he had had no intention of going there. He looked up into the dark mass of broken branches and dying leaves, about to turn away when something caught his eye. Hiro frowned as he looked closer, not quite being able to see what it was from his angle. Looking around, Hiro spotted a fallen branch next to an overturned chair and picked it up with a little difficulty – he was small and scrawny for a fourteen year old, which certainly hadn't helped when he had skipped a few grades and started attending the same college as his twenty-year-old brother.

Hiro wobbled around as he hefted the branch up so it was standing vertically. Luckily, it was a little shorter than Hiro and was reasonably thin, meaning it wasn't impossible for him to lift it. He grabbed it and pulled it up so he was holding it above him, struggling to stand his ground as the branch started tipping, threatening to take Hiro with it, but he let out a sigh of relief as it caught on another branch still attached to the tree. Hiro jiggled the branch a little, and clumsily steered it towards the object he could now identify as a rope. Hiro's curious mind swam with reasons as to why there would be a rope up there, and he took one last heavy hit at it before it tumbled down next to him, dangling from the tree.