Jeff stood terrified in the hall, his hand clutching at Christian as they heard Adam's scream from the laundry room. Jeff saw a brief flash of white from the adjacent mirror, and turned his head, finding not only his reflection, but also that of his brothers behind him and Christian. The face was ghastly white, his head and bare chest taking on the same colour, but around his neck was a stark ring of red, the only colour in the image. Jeff's eyes remained fixed on the mirror, unable to speak, move or think until Adam emerged, his face another shade of white, terror-sweat dripping from his skin. Christian, unconcerned that he was clinging to Jeff, held his breath while Adam struggled for his explanation. Jeff tore his eyes away from the fading spectre of his brother in the mirror when Adam finally spoke.

"Matt - He's…he's dead. "He choked out, running his hand nervously through his hair. "I'm sorry Jeff…" Adam trailed off as Jeff took a deep breath, burying his head In Christian's shoulder, more frightened of the apparition than his brothers death, but unable to tell anyone.

"Jeff, its okay, its alright, everything's going to be fine…" Christian cooed soothing words, his own voice wavering with fright as he stroked his lovers hair, but stared pleadingly at Adam, mouthing "How?". Adam closed his eyes, shaking his head, noiselessly telling Christian "Hanged.". Christian shut his own eyes tightly, pulling Jeff closer to him, well aware that they both now needed someone to cling to. Adam sighed tiredly, leaning back against the doorframe, putting his hand on his forehead. As Jeff started sobbing, his entire body going almost slack, Christian sank to the ground, still with his arms around him. Out of the silence, the laundry room door creaked shut, gaining momentum and simultaneously, the mirror on the wall began to shake. There was a bang as the door shut and all three jumped. At the exact second of the bang, the mirror shattered, its empty frame left swinging on the wall. Adam snapped his head from the door to the mirror, then to Jeff who let out a yelp, bringing his head up to look questioningly at Christian, whose eyes narrowed, sweat forming his brow.

"Why is this happening?" Jeff spoke aloud finally, echoing their thoughts, desperate to pull answers out of the seemingly haunted air. After a moments pause, he spoke again. "Adam…he was…hanged, wasn't he?" He was cautious with his words, trying not to let more fear seep into his overly active mind. Adam swallowed hard, nodding.

"It was with one of those little nylon ropes…the kind you use for tents and stuff.."

"We should go somewhere else. The kitchen." Christian interjected, almost afraid of the very air in the hall. Wearily, Jeff nodded and rose, causing Christian to rise as well. He leaned on Christian for support as they slowly, very cautiously made their way down the hall, around the broken glass to the kitchen, with Adam closely behind. Once there, relief seemed to flood over them, as if it was a safe place of sorts. Christian and Jeff sat side by side, their hands together under the table. Adam pulled himself p on the counter, trying to find something to say to break the silence until Jeff did it for him.

"This is my fault…" His voice sounded tired, but it was unemotional at the same time.

"Jeff, it can't possibly be your fault." Christian assured him, but Jeff raucously shook his head.

"It is Christian. Its this house. There are…" He broke off, gesturing with one hand to fill the void his lack of words left. With a deep sigh that seemed to come from the very bottom of him, he continued. "Ever since I moved in, things have been happening, things move by themselves, it's - "

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Adam broke in almost angrily. "I think if 'things move', its sort of an important strange happening to let people know about! I mean - " Christian raised is hand, cutting Adam off.

"Let him finish. It could be more important than your babbling." He turned back to Jeff. "Take your time…" Jeff nodded slowly.

"The first night I was here, it was just a plate, sliding across the table… Then it kept happening, chairs, the table, glasses. The TV would just go black, like it did earlier. Hell, one night my bed moved six feet and I didn't even notice until I woke up. And I can't move because I can't afford another place and it was never really bad…just kind of there and harmless. Not violent. Not like today…" He closes his eyes, resting his head in his hands. Christian sighed, putting an arm around his shoulders, still absorbing the new knowledge.

"A fucking haunted house?" Adam said in disbelief, jumping down from the counter. "Its Halloween, your brother is now dead, and you decide to tell us that some fucking poltergeist's been moving things since you moved in?"

"Adam - " Christian began, only to be interrupted.

"I'm leaving. I have sense enough to walk away from here, whether I'm getting screwed or not." He started out of the kitchen, going for the front door and finding it locked. So much for a grand exit, Adam thought, reaching out and turning the deadbolt, then snapping his hand back with a shocked sound. It was blisteringly hot, and Christian then appeared in the doorway, Jeff as well. Adam held up his hand, now marred with a bright red welt.

"What is that from?" Christian questioned in strange awe, turning up his nose at the smell of burning flesh, growing stronger.