Hello all! I have decided that since "Never Coming Home" is almost done, and "How It Came To Be" will take a very long time to finish, I will begin to post a newer story that I've had tucked away for quite some time. I got the idea to actually post it from our Fan-Fic board (check the reviews section for a link if you're interested.) Hopefully it will be updated frequently, yet my first priority is to update "How It Came To Be." I hope you enjoy this, and note, it will be graphic/gory/dark, so if you don't like any of that, then it's not for you. :)

I will be posting the prologue after this, but after that this may or may not be updated for awhile.

Thanks!

Much Love,

Angie


Face the limits...

"Come on, guys, no one will find us!" Eric pressed, feeling a surge of adrenaline and rebellion as he pulled up the brick driveway. "This is our last blow out, you know... we're all getting older. The next time we do anything like this we'll be cruising the nursing homes in wheelchairs," He teased, grinning at his twenty-one year old fiancee, who smiled adoringly at him.

"I guess... what the hell, it'll be fun." She chimed in, rubbing her thumb on his hand...

Face the unseen...

Kelso's heart pounded fiercely in his head as he walked down the long hallway that reeked of mothballs and musty air. He whimpered in fear as he held the first door handle, unsure if he should open it. This place was beyond freaky, he shouldn't have told them about this stupid 'haunted house.'

"Fez, where'd you go?" Though he didn't get a response from his friend, he knew he wasn't alone. He could hear a deep breathing from behind him, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Kelso chuckled quietly and slowly turned around. "Alright, Hyde, you got me... good tr- oh my God!" His screams were muffled by a gloved hand as he felt a sharp pain in the middle of his back...

Face your fears...

Donna's eyes opened to darkness as she felt herself lying down. She didn't remember falling asleep, the last thing she remembered was her and Eric making out in the kitchen of the darkened house. She began to sit up, yet fell back as her head bumped against something hard, like a plank of wood.

"What the hell?" She asked aloud, her hand reaching to the side. Her breath hitched as she felt wood encasing her, not even a foot on both sides.

'Oh my God,' she thought, panic rising as tears formed in her eyes, "Help!" She screamed as her claustrophobia took over. Her hands punched at the top of the coffin-like structure while her feet kicked the bottom. Her fear was only growing stronger when she heard no one; where was she? She couldn't think about her claustrophobia, she needed to stay calm.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as her shoulders convulsed with heavy sobs, her jagged fingernails trying to scratch their way through the wood...

Face a loss...

Jackie couldn't move, her eyes stared straight as she watched Hyde bite his lip, running through back yard as he searched through his pockets. The last thing he said to her was to "stay put, he'd find out who this bastard was." The tall silhouette she had seen before began to walk towards her. She stifled a scream as she caught the silver glint of a blade reflect from the bright moon.

"Steven!" The twenty year old woman cried, her voice ringing through the air. She knew he wasn't going to let her die. Her heart pounded heavily in her head and nearly jumped out of her chest as she watched, paralyzed as the man raised his knife. Jackie braced herself for the crippling pain that would consume her body, and closed her eyes.

"Jackie!" She heard Steven cry, his heavy footsteps from his boots echoed through her mind. She flinched as she heard the sound of the large blade perforate through skin; yet she couldn't feel anything. Opening her eyes, she screamed as the blade came down once again...

Face your demise...

Hyde shook with anger and frustration; he was sick of this. He just wanted to find his friends and get the hell out of this house. He had thought the whole idea was stupid, Forman had ruined his plans with Jackie; the black velvet box felt like it could burn through his jeans pocket.

Sighing, he turned the door knob and walked into the large dark room.

"This is a load of bull sh-" Hyde abruptly stopped speaking as he felt a droplet of liquid fall on his shoulder. His stomach flipped as he raised his flashlight.

The sound of heavy drops hitting the floor were heard as he stared at the hole where the stomach should have been. He gagged as he saw the guts and insides were pulled from the stomach, hanging out and on the floor. Slowly, he glanced up, his disgust of the guts and noose were long forgotten.

"Shit," he whispered in fear, his voice quivering as he stared in the demented face of his own...

Face the facts....

"Guys, where did you go?" Fez asked, climbing up the stairs. He had woken up on the couch, everything must have been a dream, seeing Jackie and Kelso and Hyde and Eric and Donna all dead, like some twisted Alfred Hitchcock movie gone wrong. How could he have fallen asleep at a haunted house? Fez chuckled at that as he stepped onto the creaky floorboards. He just wanted to know where they all were; they wouldn't have forgotten about him... unless they were playing some trick on him. "Guys, come on I want to leave!" He whined.

"Your friends aren't here anymore, they left a long time ago..." Fez jumped at the dark, yet all too familiar voice and turned around. He whimpered and backed away as he stared into the sinister smile.

"They're gone now... just like you."

It's time for you to face yourself...