AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is loosely based off several characters from the hit soap One Life to Live.
Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
This story is AU with a supernatural twist.
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What happens when you are all alone in a haunted house? Marty Saybrooke was about to find out. It was Halloween night and she had gone to another wild party on campus. As usual, Marty drank a few too many. She was feeling slightly tipsy when Megan and Jason approached, asking her if she felt like going to a Haunted House a fraternity had set up across campus. "Ohhh I dunno," said Marty, slightly slurring her words. "I've heard bad things about that Fraternity. And besides, I'd rather stay here and drink."
"You've already had wayyyy too much liquor, Marty," Megan gently scolded, as she took the beer bottle from Marty's grip. "Let's leave this stupid party and have a little Halloween fun."
"Can't we just go to Rodi's instead?" Marty asked as her friends were dragging her away from the party. "All I wanna do is get drunk."
Ever since that fiasco night Todd had left her after making passionate love to her, refusing to stay and hold her in his arms all night long, Marty had gotten drunk often to forget his rejection. Drinking was the only way she could block out the painful memories that night caused her. Why hadn't Todd stayed? And why did he stop wanting her? Every time she thought of that night, her heart broke anew.
"Come on, Marty, we are going to have some fun tonight," Jason laughed as he and Megan helped Marty over to the car. Soon they were on their way across town to the Frat house. A few minutes later, they pulled up at the KAD Frat House. Immediately when they pulled into the drive, Marty stiffened. It was as if some unknown premonition was whispering into her ear, "Do not go into that house..."
"There is no way I am going in there, guys..." Marty said to Megan and Jason. "Take me home."
"Ohhh come on, Marty. It's just a little Haunted House the guys decorated and set up for Halloween. You aren't a scaredy-cat, are you?" Jason joked.
"I got a bad feeling about this..." Marty said as Megan came around to her door and helped her out of the car. "I just don't want to go in there..."
"You're going to have so much fun!" Megan insisted, taking Marty's arm and helping her up from the seat. A minute later, Jason and Megan were leading Marty over to the line of people waiting to go inside the KAD Haunted House.
Marty felt an unknown sense of dread as the line got shorter and shorter, and one by one the people who stood outside waiting stepped through the door and into the darkness which waited for them inside. Marty shivered in her long coat as the chilly October air played upon her skin. Even her lips felt cold.
She was flanked in line by Jason and Megan who were laughing and joking around. The two seemed to be having an awesome time, but not Marty. *I wanna go home,* she was thinking as she was scared out of her mind yet had no real reason for her anxiety.
Soon they were almost to the door as the line shortened. Marty knew it was now or never. She could either run or stay. She was too drunk to run, so she had to stay to face the unknown beyond that door. Jason went in first and a moment later, Marty was lead in by a tall dark figure wearing a Grim Reaper's costume. Marty could not see her hand in front of her face as her guide escorted her into the building. She hadn't even seen or heard anything yet, and already she wasn't liking this much. "Megan?" Marty called out softly, but there was no answer. It was as if Marty were totally alone within the haunted house as even the Grim Reaper guide had seemed to have disappeared.
"Hello, is anyone here?" Marty said loudly as she hestitantly stepped forward into a room with many dripping red candles. Marty was met with silence as she saw no one. The room seemed to be completely deserted.
A feeling of hysteria came to Marty as she suddenly turned, intent on running from the creepy room, but suddenly the door slammed closed before she could escape. The candlelight flickered and Marty screamed. "Who- who's there?" Marty cried out, but again there was no answer.
"Help me! Somebody help me!" Marty said with a fearful sob, going to every door and window in the room and attempting to pry them open. To her horror, none of the doors or windows would open, and no one seemed to hear her scream. "Ohhh God," Marty sobbed, realizing there was no escape. She was trapped here in this dreadful room. And she was about to discover that being locked up in the Haunted House was the least of her worries.
She turned, hearing a creepy sound, like something scratching or scraping across the floor. Her blue eyes were huge pools of fear as she turned toward the chilling noise. What she saw struck fear into her heart. Two black curtains slowly parted, revealing a long black casket upon a red velvet stand. "Nooooo!" Marty exclaimed as the feeling of trepidation intensified in her already terrified mind.
Marty backed up slightly, her eyes on the lid of the casket as it began to rise up very slowly, revealing a form lying upon its red velvet interior. "Ohhh God!" came Marty's fearful gasp as those eyes of the man in the casket slowly opened, staring as though sightless at the ceiling.
Marty's heart was fiercely pounding, seeing the man rising up very slowly from the interior of the coffin. He was wearing a flowing white shirt, a black cape and ebony pants. His hair was long, almost straggly, sweeping across his forehead and flowing down his back. But his eyes, those eyes... they glowed red and hypnotic, mesmorizing Marty in her spot.
