This part's going to be rather interesting. It took a while to write, since...well, you'll see why. But anyway, I'm happy to present you with Part 1-8. Enjoy.

"Toadsworth...I can't see a thing," Toad grumbled, trying to find the 'on' switch to his flashlight as they stood at the doorway of the basement.

"Here," He said, turning the flashlight on for him, "Now be careful...both of you. We can't afford anyone to get hurt," And he began to automatically lead the group down the creaky stairs, his flashlight illuminating a small portion of the ground in front of him.

"This is scary," Toadette whispered in Toad's ear as she grabbed one of his shoulders. The stairs didn't look as reliable as they could have been and didn't want to risk falling due to the eroded wood.

The group was about halfway down the set of stairs, which now seemed to bank slightly to the left. Once Toadsworth found his footing, he continued on.

"Where are we?" Toadette whispered, clearly scared.

Toad was about to respond to her question, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks, almost causing the girl to come plummeting down on top of him. He looked in front of him at Toadsworth, who had stopped moving and was in complete awe.

The old man twitched a little bit, "Cold..."

Toad look confused, "What?"

"It's...freezing,"

There was silence for a moment as Toad and Toadette exchanged looks of concern and fright. It was just like what Luigi had felt only minutes before. But, what did it mean?

"Toadsworth..." Toad started, "Are you-,"

"Ohhhh! What is that?" Toadette screamed, pointing behind her, and leaping down onto Toad's stair.

"Woah!"

"Ooof!...Aiigh!"

Crash!

Bang!

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Daisy was getting a little creeped out in the backyard. There was nothing particularly scary...but just the dark, cold atmosphere of the night, mixed with the impending trees a mere thirty yards from the back of the house was enough to make her jump out of her skin. And yet there was still no sign of Luigi. He was probably on his way...but then again, he might've been searching a different part of the yard. So Daisy decided to turn around and walk quickly back past the side of the house and past the swimming pool. She was, surprisingly, scared. And she knew that her kind-hearted boyfriend would make her feel at least a little more comfortable...

In the front yard, Mario was gone. She wasn't sure where he had went, but she assumed he was searching even farther away from the mansion, probably somewhere near the creepy woods a quarter of a mile away, if that. Wario and Waluigi were probably with him, too...

And now, Daisy noticed, a slight wind started to pick up. The scattered trees in the front yard were bending a little, and, if that wasn't enough, a bright flash of lightning illuminated the sky momentarily.

Even more creeped out, she rushed up to the front door, took a quick look behind her into the front yard, and shook the feeling of fright off of her. She'd no longer be scared if she was in the comfort of the mansion...

So she opened the door, and...

"Luigi!" She jumped, the green capped plumber standing directly in front of her. The flashes of the lightning enabled her to clearly see his face, which looked...a little unlike his normal expression, "Oh, you scared me..." Daisy smiled and reached in to hug him.

But, before she could embrace him, she took one more look at his face...which looked so serious and awkward that she took a frightened step back. His eyes were opened wide, and...he was just staring at her.

Crash!

The bright flash of lightning made Daisy jump out of her skin, illuminating Luigi's horrid face once more before she took off down the patio and sped back where she came from. As she rounded the bend toward the pool, she could only hope that this unreal Luigi wasn't following her...

Princess Peach was reading through the Phanta's 2002 diary, horrified.

"'I've seen two foolish men enter the mansion today'..." Peach quoted from the journal, "Mario and Luigi!" She gasped, cupping her mouth with her free hand, "And what's this 'plan' that she's writing about?" Peach asked herself out loud.

And then a thought crossed her mind...was this Phanta girl still alive? And...was she still living in the mansion? But...how? Wouldn't Mario or Luigi have spotted her? And if she wasn't alive...or...if she didn't live in the mansion...then why were her diaries here?

So she decided to flip to the end of the diary. There was a entry there that was dated today! And...it was about Luigi and Daisy! Something bad was happening to them! The Princess slammed the diary shut and threw it back on the table taking a step back, "Who are you?" She asked the air angrily, "And what do you want with my friends?"

There was no reply, of course. Shivering still, Peach slowly approached the table again, now a bit more calm than she was moments ago, "Hmmm..." She thought, perhaps, that she should try and learn more about this 'Phanta' girl. And to do so, she figured...would require reading some of her other diaries...

July 30, 1972

Dear diary,

Hi diary! Nice to meet you! My name is Autumn and I'm seven years old. My mom got me this diary today and I can't wait to write stuff in it! I have one dog and one cat. They're really cute. My parents didn't really want a dog, but I got one anyway. My favorite color is blue and my best friend is Cynthia. I've known her my whole life. Well, my mom wants me to eat my lunch write now, so I'll have to write more later. Bye diary!

"That's cute..." Peach said, smiling a little. Typical seven year old girl, it seems...so when did Phanta - err, Autumn - turn into the evil girl she was today? And why would she put them through the pain they were all suffering? Peach glanced down at the next diary entry.

July 30, 1972

Dear diary,

I'm done eating! I had a ham sandwich with dark yellow mustard. I also had a glass of water and some chips. Anyway, I think I'm going over to Cynthia's house today. She lives just a few houses away! I can't wait to go see her! Bye for now, diary!

Peach flipped a few pages to a diary entry written the following month, hoping she could find at least something regarding their current issue.

August 19, 1972

Dear diary,

My dad came home screaming at me today. I'm not sure why, because I didn't even do anything! I think it had something to do with his job. Maybe he got fired? I hope not. My mom has also been acting weird, too. She talks with my dad about me. She keeps saying 'We'll have to take care of the issue', and that 'It will happen soon'. What are they talking about?

"Interesting..."

August 22, 1972

Dear diary,

My mom keeps saying the same thing to my dad when they're alone at night. I know they try and hide it from me, but I've learned that they say things about me at night when my dad comes home from work. I hide outside their bedroom and listen as they talk. But, what did I even do? Oh, and my dad got fired. He now works part-time at the town bakery because it was the only job he could find.

Peach flipped the page over and read the next entry.

August 29, 1972

Dear diary,

I haven't written in here for a week! And, a lot has happened while I've haven't been writing. My parents talk to me less. They try and avoid me. And I made up my own nickname! I was thinking in the kitchen one night about coming up with my secret agent name. Do you think 'Phanta' sounds good?

Peach gasped. Just the sound of that horrible name sent shivers up her spine. But she read on...her and her friends' lives possibly depended on it!

September 3, 1972

Dear diary,

Tonight was the first time I heard my parents use the name 'Phanta' while talking about me in their bedroom. And, now that I think about it, my parents have only started to avoid me and talk about me ever since I said that word to my mom one afternoon. It was a while ago, and I don't exactly remember when. But, does this all have to do with that name? Why?

"Creepy," Peach mumbled, glancing at the next entry.

September 8, 1792

Dear diary,

While I was playing 'Secret Agents' outside, my mom came over to me and told me to stop calling myself 'Phanta'. But why? And now I have realized that my 'name' my parents have been referring to constantly in their conversations must be 'Phanta', not 'Autumn'.

Peach glanced around the room again. All this ice on the walls...it just seemed to compliment the situation perfectly. A creepy mansion...creepy diaries...and now the coldness of ice. But she read on.

September 15, 1972

Dear diary,

My best friend Cynthia just won the jackpot today! Words cannot describe how excited I am! She'll be able to build a big mansion that we can throw slumber parties in! Or a hundred foot long swimming pool! We could even buy all the best toys! I'm so excited!

"Well that was unexpected," Peach said, her eyebrows risen.

September 24, 1972

Dear diary,

Cynthia went missing today! Her parents didn't use any of the money yet, but now Cynthia is all over the newspapers reported as a missing child! Where could she be?

"Hmmm," Peach squinted her eyes at the diary and thought. This Cynthia girl sure played a bigger role than Peach had once assumed.

September 29, 1972

Dear diary,

While I was laying in bed tonight I thought I heard the sounds of screams coming from the basement. I don't know what it was, but I didn't like it. My parents had to lock me in my bedroom while they 'handled the issue'. But, I'm pretty sure I still heard the sounds of faint screams. Something strange is going on.

Peach stared at the diary in shock as she turned the page to read the next entry.

October 11, 1972

Dear diary,

Today my parents explained that we were going to receive a very large sum of money because my dad got hired as some kind of professional specialist. I don't believe him, though. Cynthia is still missing, and I think that my parents are up to something.

Peach shivered. Right then and there she wanted to close the book and run right out of that room. But...something compelled her to read on. She had to find out what happened.

October 19, 1972

Dear diary,

Something terrible happened today! Cynthia's parents were both found murdered in their house! And Cynthia has not been found yet! I don't know what to do. I fear that maybe she's dead, too?

Peach gulped. She noticed the next entry was so hardened and cold with ice that it was barely readable.

October 20, 1972

I knew my parents were up to something. I just didn't know what. And now they will pay for what they did. And I will avenge those who have died out of innocence. Today was the day...that my parents murdered me. But even as they lifted that sharp knife over me and said 'Phanta will be banished', I knew I was not done with them. They will pay. And I can't wait.