Hello, people! So, this is the Halloween fic that I promised! I admit, it's few days late, but that's okay, right? And if it's not, then I kindly ask you to FUCK OFF (if that can be considered kind). If you have a problem with something that stupid then you're seriously messed up. -_- Meh, sorry 'bout that, not really in the best of moods. The ghosts that were submitted are in this story (to the best of my knowledge). And Hgirl, Heidi's in this fic, too. ^v^ Or at least, I plan for her to be.

Disclaimer: I really don't see why I keep doing this. If I owned Kickin' It, Olivia Holt would be in the fourth season and Kim and Jack would have kissed already. Like seriously. Milton and Kim have kissed twice. That's not right.

Halloween. A time for horror and fun.

But mainly horror.

The tale you are about to read is not fun. At least, not for the characters. But, in the end, you will find some fluff to satisfy your Kick desires. So read on, if you dare… and you can't do anything to me for any mental scarring that you (might and quite possibly will) have.

That's right, you little person that's actually bothering to read this.

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Yes, I'm talking to YOU! YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING. Not for your soiled pants, not for your screams waking up your foreign grandmother, and not for you having nightmares. It's against the rules.

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What do you mean "What rules?" THE rules. The Rules of Horror! *cue lightning and ominous music*

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Not buying it? Yeah, I didn't think so. Just start reading.

"Heart thumps and you jump,
Coming down with goosebumps.
You dared to go there,
Ima-Ima get you so scared."

"Wow, they really went all out this year," I comment, looking around at the orange and black decorations that decorate the Seaford Fun Park as China Anne McClain belts out the lyrics of 'Calling All The Monsters' in the background. Then again, they always go all out when it comes to the holidays, and Halloween is no exception.

Rudy gave us a day off from practice today, so we're free to do whatever we please. Instead of decorating the dojo, like we did last year, we decided to come to the Fun Park to enjoy ourselves.

"They don't always go all out?" Jack asks, surprised. After all, he's only been in Seaford for two Valentine's Days, Easters, and Fourth of Julys, and one Christmas and Halloween (not including today), and Seaford had done a really good job of going all the way when it came to decorating and holiday-themed prizes on every single one of those time-of-years. (Urg... that sounded weird.)

I shrug. "They didn't in the four years before you moved here. School was more decorated than those times. Then again, Seaford was going through some pretty rough times in those years…"

"Candy…" Eddie drones, his eyes widening at a bucket full of said confection in a nearby booth. The dark-skinned teen starts walking over, when Milton yanks on his collar.

"Nu-uh, nope. You are not getting candy today, not if I can help it," he says. Eddie sulks.

"Come on, Krupnick, lighten up," Jerry says. "It's my birthday, and it's Halloween. It's all about the candy, as a part of Halloween's Past." He says 'Halloween's Past' in a really deep and spooky kind of voice, and it actually creeps me out a little bit.

"Actually," the scrawny teen replies. "Halloween was originally a Christian Celtic holiday called 'Samhain' [pronounced Sah-ween], a time of year when—"

"— it was believed that the spirits of the dead were able to mingle with the living," he and Kiara finish together. Kiara smirks when he looks at her in surprise.

"What? You're not the only smart one in this group." She pauses, then adds to herself, "Then again, I'm more of a technologically inclined person…" She and Milton then continue their conversation about Samhain.

Well, really it's more like them shooting questions back and forth to see who knows more about "Samhain". Same difference.

"Wait, where are we?" Jack suddenly asks. The rest of us look around, taking note of our surroundings. Tall, dead, leafless trees are all around us, with darkness clinging to them like glue; dead leaves litter the unpaved ground; we had all somehow managed to wander onto a path in the woods behind the park without realizing it… if you could even call it a path. It just ends abruptly about five feet in front of us, where the trees had been left alone to grow.

"Weren't we in the middle of all those bright lights and stuff like ten seconds ago?" Jerry asks, confused. For once he's not the only one.

"Uh, yeah," Eddie says. He looks over his shoulder at the festive going-ons that we had left. "The bucket of candy I saw earlier is waaaaay back there."

"Come on, let's go back," Milton says, glancing around with a nervous expression. He turns around, ready to do as he suggested, when Jack says:

"Wait."

We all turn and see the brunet looking at something deep in the darkness of the place we were headed. "I think there's something back there," he clarifies, squinting a little and walking forward. I turn my head to see what he's looking at, but all I see is just trees, trees, and more trees. But there's something off about them…

"Woah!" Jack suddenly exclaims, as he falls forward and disappears.

'That's what was off about it,' I think. 'There's a drop right ahead of us, so the trees seemed shorter.'

"I'm okay!" Jack calls back to us, standing up. All we can see of him is his head, making me assume that the drop is about four or five feet down. "Just didn't see this little… mini-cliff." He turns back to whatever he was looking at. "It looks like some sort of building."

He starts toward it, then stops after a few steps and turns around. "You guys coming?"

Kiara grins. "Count me in!" she jumps down next to her brother, her long and wavy dark brown locks bouncing a little as she does so. I shrug, following, and reveling in the brief rush of air I get from the jump. I brush my blonde hair out of my eyes and turn to stare at the other three guys expectantly.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt…" Eddie says, mimicking us. This leaves Jerry and Milton.

"Tengo un mal presentimiento sobre esto…" Jerry mutters, before leaping down next to Eddie.

"Milton?" Jack asks, looking back up at the nervous redhead.

"Uh… I don't think this is such a good idea…" he says. Jack shrugs.

"It probably isn't."

Milton blinks, before sighing and gently lowering himself down next to us.

"Dear, Mother, I'm sorry I got myself killed because I got eaten by a beast in the woods…"

"What is this place?" Kiara asks, ignoring Milton. We look up at the tall, dilapidated, about-fifteen-story building in front of us. It looks as if it might have been painted white at some point. I look around, before noticing a fallen sign about five feet off to my right. I go over and kneel down next to it, brushing the dead leaves away so I could see what is on it.

"SEAFORD ASYLUM: HOME FOR THE MENTALLY ILL" I read aloud. Off to the side, it says "STATUS: FULL". Though, most of the letters had fallen off the sign, and those that hadn't weren't in the right order. The result spells "FEAR FOR LIFE."

Just a coincidence, right?

Kiara gasps. We turn to the Brewer female and find that all the blood had drained from her face.

"Kiara?" Jerry asks. "Why do you look all scared? You're not supposed to be scared on my birthday, man!"

"We can't go in there," she states.

"What? Why?" Jack asks, curious.

She takes a deep breath. "Ever hear of the 'Thirteen Psychotic Spirits'?"

Milton groans. "Oh, come on, Kiara. You don't seriously believe that story, do you?"

"Not all of us are smart here, you know," I snap, annoyed. Though I didn't like the sound of the so called 'Thirteen Psychotic Spirits,' I would like to know what's going on. "We need a bit of explaining."

"This hospital was established sometime in the early 18th century," he starts. "To keep it simple, it's where they put the crazy people that the townsfolk of Seaford didn't know what to do with. Over the years, it was renovated multiple times to accommodate the growing number of people. But, one day, in 1774, a fire started on the first floor, where the, for lack of a better word, de-smoker area was. The fire spread to the rest of the hospital. Almost everyone got out… except for twelve patients and three nurses on the 13th floor."

Jerry's face is ashen. "W-why didn't they get out?"

Kiara picks up. "A few months before, 40-year-old Georgia Wenn, a patient on that floor diagnosed with agoraphobia, decided to bar the door to her room because she feared that everyone in the hospital was out to get her. She survived for about a month off of the tap water in her bathroom, but she eventually died of hunger. Some interesting bits of information; she was a smoker that believed she had pyrokinesis, and she absolutely hated the first floor."

"Pyro-wha?" Jack asks. He only looks mildly disturbed by the story, unlike Jerry and Eddie who seem scared out of their wits.

For once, I feel smart. "It's the ability to control fire." I only know that because I read it on the back of a bag of spicy nachos.

"Yeah, it is," Kiara says. "The building was still standing after the fire. Days later, police were investigating the fire and went to the 13th floor… the whole floor was pristine. Untouched. It didn't burn. But when the police found the bodies of the patients and nurses that were there, they were all burned to a crisp. The policemen on that floor reported trying to radio in for body bags and coroners, but their walkie-talkies didn't work. They tried to get out of the floor, but the doors to the elevators and stairs wouldn't open.

Eventually, their fellow officers started wondering why the men sent to investigate the 13th floor hadn't called in or come back. They tried to ride the elevator there, but it only skipped past that floor and went straight to 12 or 14. In the end, though, they managed find a way in through the window of one of the dead patients rooms and rescue their co-workers.

Now, you'd think a burned building would be weakened and eventually collapse, but no. They tried to tear down the place, but they day after they hit it with a wrecking ball it was found still standing, exactly the way it looked before the demolition."

"There's a perfectly logical explanation for that that doesn't involve ghosts," Milton says. "I just haven't found it yet."

There's silence a while after that. I turn to the hospital again and notice the scorch marks on the outside for the first time. I shiver. But then a thought occurs to me.

"Why is it the story called the Thirteen Psychotic Spirits, then? Isn't it just one that destroyed the place?"

"True," Kiara says. "But there's been evidence that the other twelve patients on that floor haunted the place as well. For example, Victoria McDaris, who had was diagnosed with multi-personality disorder, had a tendency to write on the walls of her room. Her handwriting changed with each different personality."

"…yo, you just said some reeeaaally big words," Jerry says after a pause. Kiara rolls her eyes.

"How the heck do you get in?" Jack's voice suddenly says. I look over and see him near the front entrance of the hospital, peering in through a window.

"Jack, what are you doing?" I say slowly. I step forward, then hesitate. Can ghosts get outside the place where they died? Urg, now I wish I didn't watch Danny Phantom so much when I was younger.

"Trying to find a way in," he replies in a 'duh' tone. He starts walking along the side of the building. After exchanging glances, the rest of us follow him. "This might be a once in a lifetime opportunity to see a ghost."

"Idiot," Kiara says. "Do you really want to have a playdate with Death? You think his mother Fate will bake the two of you some cookies? Well, she won't!"

Five pairs of eyes focus on the brunette. She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, daring someone to challenge her.

"I want some cookies," Eddie finally mutters.

Kiara facepalms.

We're now at the back of the hospital, where Jack continues his inspection of the building.

"Hey, I found an elevator button!" Jack exclaims. It's times like these that I wonder whether he's extremely brave or just plain stupid.

"J-Jack," Jerry stutters. "T-Think about what you're doing, man."

Jack turns, crossing his arms and smirking. "Why, Jerry, are you scared?"

Jerry huffs. "Of course not!" He says it in a tone that says what he's saying is the exact opposite of the truth.

"There's not even anything to be scared of," Milton states in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Come on, guys!" Jack exclaims. "Why not? This could be really cool!"

"Or really stupid," Kiara mutters under her breath.

"Jack…" I trail off, having no idea what to say. I'm curious, yeah, but curiosity killed the cat. Or the Kim.

"Maybe one of the ghosts is a good cook?" Eddie says hopefully.

Suddenly, a loud creeeaaak is heard. I look up just in time to see a branch crack from a tree above me and drop next to me.

I blink in surprise. Ok…

I bite my lip. Ghosts aren't real, right? I mean, lots of scientists say it. It's possible that Kiara's story was just twisted and warped over the years until it was as far from the truth as Russia is from Florida.

A thought occurs to me; what if a ghost made that branch fall?!

"Well, I'm gonna go in," Jack states, turning again. "If you guys wanna follow, you can." He takes out his phone. "I'll take pictures for ya." He steps forward and presses the button.

For a second, nothing happens, and then a ding is heard.

Jack's hands drop to his sides. I frown. For some reason, this kind of unnerves me. He stands there, looking… stiff.

"Jack?" I ask tentatively.

He doesn't respond.

"What?" Kiara snorts. "Is he having second thoughts now?"

I walk around to face him. When I see his face, my heart skips a beat. For a second, I think he's dead. His eyes are glazed over and he's not moving. I don't even think he's breathing.

"Jack," I say, officially freaked out.

Still no response.

I wave a hand in front of his face. Not even a twitch.

I high-five his face (it's not considered a slap if you mean well).

His head snaps to one side from the force of my high-five. He does nothing that gives off any semblance of a pained response.

"What the heck?" Kiara says.

Jack slowly turns his head back to face me. His hair had fallen in front of his eyes because of the high-five, so I can't really see them…

…but it's easy to tell that his irises are glowing a bright green.

Gasping, I stepping back away from him. The elevator dings again, and I end up backing into it. Jack follows, stepping forward as I step back. He ignores the questions of our friends behind him as he advances. He smirks, before shoving me backwards.

Everything goes black.

Darkness. Nothing but darkness.

Am I unconscious? Why? Maybe I hit my head when Jack shoved me?

I look down at myself. I can still see my clothes and hands and body. What the heck? I'm not much of sciency/physics/whatever-the-heck-this-would-be person, but I'm pretty sure that if you're in complete darkness then you shouldn't be able to see yourself without night vision goggles or something like that.

Panic starts to set in. I thought I was in an elevator. It shouldn't be this dark in an elevator. Why do I feel like I'm floating? Where's Jack? Why was he acting like he was? Why were his eyes glowing?!

I turn around. There's nothing but the darkness behind me, taunting me. I take a few steps forward. Maybe, I'll eventually hit the elevator wall, and then I can feel my way through the pitch black and find the buttons.

Stepping forward, one foot at a time. I do this for a bit before I start walking. Elevators are not this big.

I start running.

I'm not in an elevator.

Ding.

Suddenly, I'm back on solid ground again. I stumble a little at the sudden change, and then stop when I see the floor.

The white, tiled floor.

I slowly look up. I'm staring down a hallway. A white hallway, with a ceiling and white lights and white walls; the typical interior of a hospital.

What the heck just happened?

I shiver a little, rubbing my arms through my long-sleeved shirt. It's freezing in here.

That's when I see Jack about ten feet away, lying on the floor, face up and not moving. There's a misty white haze not unlike the one you might see on a really foggy day hovering over his side.

I suck in a breath. Is that one of the ghosts? What is it doing to him? Did it have anything to do with his eyes when they changed?

The mist rises, like a person straightening after having been bent over. I can make out the vague outline of a human within it. I take a small step back, torn between wanting to help Jack and wanting to bolt.

The ghost comes closer, and I take another step back. My back gently bumps the wall. I mentally scowl at the fact that I was in this same position just a few minutes ago.

I close my eyes.

Seconds pass. The seconds turn into a minute, and then two. I hear a small sound, like a small almost-able-to-be-called-scratching sound. I crack an eye open.

The ghost hasn't moved from its spot. Confused, I open both eyes.

Writing is appearing on the wall, words inked in black. The letters are sort of 'bubbly,' similar to my own handwriting and making me think that the writer is a girl. The lowercase 'i's are dotted with smiley faces. I watch as sentences are formed.

'Hey, don't freak out. Your BF is fine.'

The words fade away as I finish reading them. I blink, blushing and glancing over at the ghost, then Jack, and then the ghost again.

"We're not… we're just friends."

'Sure.'

I huff. Then, "You know what's wrong with him?"

'Yeah. He was posse—'

The word cuts off at the 'e'. I frown, waiting for the ghost to continue. Just as I'm about to say something, more words appear.

'Your friend was possessed by one of the more malevolent spirits.'

The handwriting is different now, looking more like a cursive script from the 17th century than a modern teenage girl's writing. Kiara's words echo through my head:

"Her handwriting changed with each different personality."

"Are you Victoria McDaris?"

'At the moment I go by Victor.'

Ok, so that's a yes.

"Ok, um… Victor… did this 'spirit' hurt Jack?" I shift from one foot to the other, itching to be near Jack, but at the same time not sure how 'Victor' is going to react.

'No. Spirits can easily possess or overshadow a person who has a weak mind. This was not the case with your friend, Jack you say. He is very strong-willed and has strong resolve. He fought greatly against the soul that tried to take over his body, and even when the spirit took over he was still fighting. As a result, your friend's strength was greatly taxed. His body is simply recuperating.'

I nod. It makes sense. "It sure sounds like Jack," I say, smiling wryly.

There's a brief pause. Then,

'I can tell you care greatly about this boy. Go to him.'

I'm by Jack's side before Victor finishes. I sit down and place his head on my lap. "You're gonna get yourself killed one day," I murmur fondly, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He stirs at my touch.

"Urg… Kim, shuddup… nappy time…"

I almost die with relief, even though Victor said that Jack was going to be fine. Seeing him move and respond to me just makes me feel better. I flick his forehead.

"No, it's not nappy time. It's time to find a way out of here."

It takes a half-asleep Jack a few seconds to process information. So, I wait. 3… 2… 1…

He sits up abruptly. "Oh my gosh, Kim— I'm so sorry, I didn't—"

Jack stands up, and I do as well. He runs a hand through his hair, before gently gripping my forearms and scanning my face with worried chocolate brown eyes. "Did I hurt you? God, I don't even know what I was doing—"

"Jack, I'm fine," I say quietly, cutting him off as I try to ignore the warmth in my cheeks. "It's okay." I break eye contact and turn my head to the side.

That's when I notice that Kiara, Eddie, Milton, and Jerry are all standing in front of the elevator staring at us expectantly.

I feel my eyes widen. Kiara is the first one to figure out that I've noticed them. "Oh, by all means, continue," she says. "We won't bother you."

Jack and I take a step away from each other. My face is burning as Jack coughs awkwardly.

"Aww, you guys are so precious!" Milton gushes.

Jerry laughs. "Jacky and Kimmy, sitting in a tree—"

"Finish that sentence and I will hurt you in ways that haven't even been invented yet (1)," I growl. Jerry's smile drops from his face and he takes a step behind Eddie.

"Hey, there are words appearing on the wall!" Eddie exclaims, pointing at the wall.

I turn and see the black letters are different once again. They're now neat and a bit curvy.

'I would say I hate ta ruin this moment, but it seems like your friends've already beat me to it.'

"Woah, are we being watched or something?" Milton asks warily, looking around.

"Sort of. The ghost of Victoria McDaris is around here somewhere," I respond.

"Hah! I told you they were real!" Kiara boasts smugly in Milton's face. Then her smirk fades and she pales. "They're real," she repeats in a whisper.

'Well, I'm Vicky right now. Anyway, the elevator isn't goin' ta work anymore. You kids are goin' ta have ta get ta the first floor ta get out.'

"Ok, so we just use the stairs," Jack says. "No problem."

'It's not that simple. Each floor is haunted by a former patient. You have to get past the spirits to get to each stairwell. I'll try to help ya'll as best as I can.'

"Well, what floor are we on?" Eddie asks.

"The very top, the thirteenth," Kiara says faintly. She pauses, before asking, "Are we gonna die?"

'I can't answer that, pumpkin. I don't know.'

"Oooooooh myyyyyy gooooood, oh my god, oh my god. There's gonna be another chapter, right? RIGHT?!"

—My little sister when she finished

Well, I think she liked it. I wonder if I can say the same about you guys? So, anyway, my little sister suggested doing a quote at the end of every chapter. Ignoring the one that was directly before this paragraph, here is a quote:

"That's what."

—she

Yeah, I found that on the internet the other day. XD.

(1) This line is from a Nickelodeon movie that came out earlier this year. Can any of you tell me what it's name is? (4/28/14 Edit: I don't think anyone could. 'Swindle' you guys. You know, based off the book by Gordon Korman?)

Ok. So, not sure when I'll be able to update because school's been killer. Thriller. It's close to midnight, something evil's lurking at the door... Sorry. You gotta love Micheal Jackson.

Anyway, review!

Until next time,

~BP