Alright, I don't want this story to be done as much as you guys, but this is the last chapter. I'll be starting another P&F story after this, a sequel to my other story.

Oh yeah… HAPPY HALLOWEEN :D


White. That was all he saw. He didn't know if his eyes were closed or not, but either way he couldn't see anything else. He could faintly here a steady beeping sound in the background, but it didn't seem important to him. He was aware that he couldn't move, and he felt a slight pressure on his right hand, like it was holding something. He knew he was lying down, but he didn't know much else.

Finally, he decided that his eyes were closed, and so he tried to open them, which turned out to be easier said than done. His eyelids felt as if there were a millions weights pressing down on him, but he fought against them and forced his eyelids to open a crack. He still saw only white, but everything was blurry, like when you open your eyes under water. He remembered he used to love doing that at the lake, until he'd get something in his eye and laugh along with… someone. He couldn't remember who yet. Everything was all jumbled up in his brain, and he didn't even know where he was. There was only the white.

After a moment, Phineas' eyes began to clear, and he became aware that he was staring up at a white roof. He blinked slowly several times, unable to recall where he was or why he was there or what had happened before. He only diverted his eyes when he felt something squeeze his right hand. Moving slowly as to not cause himself any pain, Phineas turned his head to the right.

He finally realized where he was. He was lying in a hospital bed, in a pure white room, with a small window on the other side, light faintly streaming through the half open blinds. A thin white sheet lay over top of him, and he felt that he was slightly cold, but he ignored it all when he saw who was sitting next to him.

Isabella was sitting on a low stool next to the bed, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. There were scratches covering her skin, and she had a larger cut over her right eye, but he barely noticed them. In fact, Phineas' mind was still all mixed up, and he couldn't quite remember why he was in a hospital. He opened his mouth to speak, but felt his throat dry. He cleared and tried again.

"Isabella?" he managed to get out, his voice hoarse. At his voice, her smile widened, and he noticed that she was holding onto his right hand, which must have been the pressure he felt. Another tear spilled over and fell down her cheek.

"Hey Phineas," she said softly, sounding like she was trying not to cry. Phineas groaned and closed his eyes.

"What's going on?" he asked. "What am I doing here?"

"It should come back to you in a minute," she replied, her face sympathetic. Phineas looked up at the roof and thought hard, which made his head hurt, but he didn't care at the moment. He stared at the white tiles until it all came crashing down on him. The house. The rooms. The monster. His eyes widened and his head turned to Isabella once again.

"Oh my god," he breathed. Isabella nodded.

"I know. It's kind of a shock."

"What happened?" he asked, for although he remembered, he also remembered fainting.

"You did it," she replied simply. "You killed the monster. I don't know how you managed, but you did."

"Where is everyone?" he asked. At this, Isabella's expression turned solemn and she forced her eyes to meet his.

"You already know Buford and Irving are dead," she began. "And Django is dead too."

"But I saw him get out," Phineas said, confused. Isabella shook her head sadly.

"His wound was too much," she explained. "He died before he could get any help. Baljeet's in a room just down the hall, and he's pretty much fine, mostly just shaken up. I was lucky enough to get away with a few minor injuries, you were lucky enough to get away with a few… major injuries, and, umm…"

Isabella trailed off as if she was afraid to say more. It took him a moment, as Phineas' brain was still a little foggy, but he instantly got worried when he realized who she hadn't mentioned.

"What about Ferb?" he asked cautiously. Isabella looked down at her lap, and Phineas felt the panic rising.

"What happened to my brother?" he asked again. She sighed and looked up at him, her eyes reflecting sadness.

"The doctors are doing everything they can," she explained. "But they don't know what's going to happen."

"So he's alive?" Phineas confirmed. When he saw Isabella's nod, he felt instantly relieved, but she had more to say.

"But that could change at any second. He hasn't woken up since they found you. They think he's in some sort of coma. They have no idea when he'll wake up, if ever."

Phineas didn't know what to think. While knowing his brother was still alive gave him hope, he couldn't imagine having him never wake up.

"So three of us are dead," he said, trying not to think about his brother.

"Yes, but we did it," said Isabella. "Not to sound uncaring, but by going in there, we accidentally saved hundreds of kids who would've gone in after us. I mean, they can go in now, but there won't be any more monsters."

"Our friend's lives weren't worth it," Phineas said softly, gazing up at his friend, who smiled sadly.

"No, no they weren't," she agreed. "But they'd be glad to know that we did it."

Phineas sighed and nodded his agreement. As painful as it was to think about, three of his best friends were gone. Another thought suddenly crossed his mind.

"Where are my parents, and Candace?" he asked. Isabella smiled.

"Thought that might come up," she said. "They're in the waiting room right now. Believe it or not, Candace was the one who convinced them to give us some space."

"They must be freaking out right now."

"Oh they are. But they'll be okay. We all will."

"What do you think they're going to say about all this?"

At this question, Isabella paused, her eyes showing conflict. She hesitated a moment before answering.

"That's just it Phineas, no one can know about any of this."

"What do you mean?" asked Phineas, confused now.

"Well, think about it. If we tell everyone that we were trapped in a house with a monster and moving rooms, our next stop will be a mental hospital. That's why we told them we forgot. I talked about this with Baljeet earlier. When the nurses asked us, we both told them that we can't remember anything past walking in the front door, and that's what you need to do to."

Phineas didn't respond right away. He didn't know what to say. He was never one for lying, but Isabella made perfect sense. There was no way that any adults would believe them, and they would be passed off for crazy. While the kids were another story, he had to agree with her.

"So no one will ever know what really happened to our friends," he said slowly, as if testing the words in his mouth. "We'll never be able to tell anyone how brave they all were and what they did."

"That's right," confirmed Isabella. "But we'll know, and that's all that matters."

Phineas nodded slowly, processing everything that was being said, and then concluded to just go with it. Maybe amnesia was unlikely, but it was much more believable than the truth, and so he would stick with his friends and pretend to forget. Deciding to stop thinking about harder things like that, he instead looked over Isabella. She was dressed in a light blue hospital gown, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with a piece hanging down in the front. For the first time, Phineas noticed the cast on her left arm.

"What happened there?" he asked, nodding his head to her hand. Isabella glanced at it briefly and shrugged.

"That monster had a tight grip," she answered simply. "But I'm fine. Better off than you anyways."

It wasn't until then that Phineas bothered to think about his own condition. Looking down at himself, he saw that while his right arm was mostly fine, save for the bandages around his knuckles, there was an IV in his left arm and he was unable to move it, and anything below the waist.

"I can't move," he said, making Isabella laugh at his comment.

"It's the sedation," she explained. "Apparently you'd be in too much pain without it, so you can't move anything except your head and right arm for a while."

Phineas nodded slowly and thought for a moment, and then decided he wanted more of the story.

"So what's happened since I fainted?" he asked.

"Well, when the three of us got out, Django didn't even make it off the property. Baljeet and I ran to the police station and they followed us to the house. When we went inside, you guys were lying in the middle off the floor, unconscious, and the whole room was covered with this weird slime. The flashlight was also lying on the ground, and it was on. That's when I fainted. I woke up that morning in the hospital. Apparently, time does move differently in that house, because we were gone for all of November 1st. It was midnight that night that we escaped. You've been asleep for three days, under complete sedation while they worked on you. Everyone's freaking out because they have no idea what happened to Buford and Irving, and we can't tell them. They know Django's dead, because they found him, and we can't tell them anything, so no one will ever know. They're also freaking out because the four of us are completely beat up and one of us is in a coma. I've been told specialists are going to come see us to try and "jog our memories" but we won't tell them anything. Other than that, you, Baljeet and I are staying in the hospital for a few weeks until they sort things out, and Ferb will stay here until he's awake and able to move."

Phineas took in everything that was being told to him. It would be difficult to pretend not to know anything, but he knew he could do it if his friends could too. He nodded slowly, thinking over what she had said, and then another thought popped into his mind, one that made him smile.

"What?" Isabella asked, seeing his smile. He turned his head to her, his eyes shining.

"You kissed me," he said simply, causing a deep blush to color Isabella's face.

"And told me you loved me," he continued. "Twice."

Isabella's blush only continued to deepen. She looked up at him when she felt Phineas squeeze her hand lightly, the smile still on his face.

"Well it's true," she replied, smiling as well. "I wasn't sure if I'd get another time to tell you."

"I'm glad you told me," Phineas said. "If you hadn't, I never would've realized that I feel the same way."

Her eyes lit up upon hearing this. Sure, he had said it before, but the timing hadn't exactly been ideal for what was going on. Still, it didn't matter, because even though the confessions came from both a death match and now a hospital bed, they still meant so much to the both of them.

"So," began Phineas, "when I get out of here, would you like to go on a date with me?"

Isabella smiled and laughed quietly.

"I thought you'd never ask," she replied. A short silence followed, and then Phineas felt the need to voice something that had been on his mind for a while.

"You know what I don't understand?" he said. "How did that monster even show up in the first place? And how did it make the rooms move, and how did it shift time, and what really did happen a hundred years ago?"

"I don't think we'll ever know," Isabella replied, shaking her head slightly. "It's dead now, and the house should be back to normal. Some things just have to stay a mystery." Isabella paused, and then smiled at her friend. "But it doesn't matter, because it's done now, and we're alright, and everything's going to be alright, isn't it?"

Phineas smiled as well, knowing she was right, that while the whole experience had been a terrifying adventure, it was over.

"Yes," he replied, "yes it is."


AND SCENE.

Sorry, I just wanted to add that xD I had so much fun writing this story! Thank you readers so much for actually reading the story, and for your inspiring reviews. You guys rock! Oh, and sorry about the nightmares... Well, that's what you have to expect from a story labelled "horror." Anyways... I don't have much more to say. So, thank you, and Happy Halloween!

(Oh, did I already say that? Well, twice never hurts, right?)