A/N: To celebrate my all time favorite holiday, I am writing thirteen short stories, all featuring different pairings and themes. I hope you like them. Have a happy and safe Halloween everyone! R&R. Enjoy!

I dedicate these thirteen short stories to my friends, IsidoraAngst and Velvet Killer. You guys rock. Thanks for all of the love and support. You're my broskis.

Halloween Madness

Ghosts

(Chris Sabin/Alex Shelley)

"That's not a ghost, 'Lex." Chris yawned tiredly, trying to fall asleep. However, his boyfriend would not let him sleep. Alex kept waking him up whenever he'd hear a strange noise or something. He knew he should have never taken the younger man to see Paranormal Activity 3.

"You don't know that Chris. It may be a ghost. Maybe it's Bloody Mary… Maybe she came after me because I kept drinking that slurpee even after there was hardly any left. Maybe she wants to kill me and drink my blood or…something."

Had Alex not sounded and looked so fucking cute, Chris would have scoffed and smacked him. Playfully, of course. So, instead, Chris pulled Alex down, making him lay on the bed, and snuggled against him. Inhaling the brunette's scent, Chris sighed in contentment. He had missed Alex so fucking much. Being injured and out for the rest of the year sucked ass, considering that it took away the two things that meant most to him: Alex and wrestling.

"Alex, listen carefully for a second." The two laid in bed, snuggled under the warm blankets, and listened to the horrific singing coming from a few apartments away from theirs.

"See, 'Lex? That's just Mrs. Jenkins singing her fucking Phantom of the Opera shit or whatever. Nothing to worry about." Chris felt Alex nodded and he smiled before he started pressing kisses to his boyfriend's neck. Moaning softly, Alex tilted his head to the side, giving Chris more room. Flipping his boyfriend onto his back, Chris mounted him, grinning wolfishly before stealing a rough kiss from the man below him. Pulling away after a few short seconds, Chris' grin widened when Alex whimpered at the lost contact.

"Chris…"

"Alex, I won't let anyone, dead or alive, hurt you. Even if there were ghosts in our apartment, I'm about to scare them the fuck away." Alex smirked up at him, waggling his eye brows suggestively.

"And how, exactly, do you plan on doing that?" Chris smirked and leaned down to whisper in Alex's ear.

"By fucking you into the mattress and making you scream bloody murder."

Chris could tell by the breathy moan Alex released that the other approved of that idea. Alex didn't bring up the subject of ghosts for the remainder of the evening.