Hello again! This is my very first shot at Suspense/Thriller/Horror/Mystery/Drama. Yeah. I've never been good at this stuff, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to try. Yeah, this is my VERY first. Out of EVERYTHING I have written. -sigh- I'm going to try to keep this short, around five chapters. If I lengthen it, I will.

Disclaimer: I don't own SSBM.

Chapter One

The Smash Mansion was old. Everybody knew that. Nobody bothered to jump, knowing an old creak was just the mansion settling. No one bothered to be frightened at the footsteps they heard because they always belonged to another Smasher. The anguished shouts always came from the Battle Arena. But to Roy, these things were scaring him lately. His imagination had taken over him, telling him it wasn't just the mansion settling, or a Smasher walking by, or a group training for battle.

To Roy, it was something else.

He didn't know how exactly to explain it. He was afraid to tell his friends, thinking they would laugh at him. Roy was always known to be brave and fearless (not to mention ignorant at some times). He also thought they wouldn't believe him. He attempted to tell his comrades one day, when he had built up as much courage as he could.

"Guys..." he started slowly, "...I think...I think...the mansion..."

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" Zelda interrupted, thinking her statement was the conclusion to Roy's.

Roy looked upon her with almost relief, saving him from saying what he wanted to. He could agree with her, and change the subject. But then he knew his conscious would never be calmed, and started again.

"It is, Zelda, but that's not what I was going to say..." Roy spoke softly. "I mean, this mansion, it bothers me." There. He had said it. Part of it, anyway.

"How can it bother you?" Samus scoffed.

"Well..."

"Like, you're afraid of the dark halls or something?" Marth joked.

"Yes."

Marth took a double-take. "I was joking, Roy. You really aren't, right?"

"I don't know..."

The group stared at him.

"Well, what do you mean by the fact that you're afraid of the dark halls?" Link inquired.

"Same reason everyone's afraid of the dark," Roy shrugged.

"What, ghosts and monsters?" snorted Marth, once again joking.

"Yeah."

"Okay, Roy, stop," Marth grew serious. "You can't be telling the truth, can you? You think this place is haunted or something?"

"I do," Roy spoke.

"You're not serious," Zelda crossed her arms. "You're playing us, right?"

"I'm not," Roy grew angry.

"Roy..." Samus said dangerously.

"I'm not lying!" Roy cried, balling his hands into fists and punching the threshold.

"Okay, enough of the drama. I'm getting something to eat," Link got up and left, followed by Zelda and Samus. Marth stood up.

"I thought you were more mature than that, Roy," he whispered disappointedly and left.

Roy stood dejectedly in the room, alone. Why didn't anyone believe him? He was going out on a limb, here, telling his friends something that he himself would usually never believe. But he was positive the creaking was not the house settling, the footsteps belonged to someone else, and the anguished cries did not belong to the voice of a Smasher. There was so much more, as well. Last night, when Roy came from a late training with Samus, they separated, going their own ways, and as Roy headed to his room, he saw someone standing in the hall, silouhetted by the moon's wan white light.

"Who are you?" Roy had asked, grasping his sword.

Without a reply, they vanished.

Roy had never forgotten that night. He was sure it was a ghost of some sort, and was intent on telling his friends. After that night's unsuccessful confession, he decided to confide in Samus two days later; his girlfriend who would probably understand better than his other friends.

Understand, maybe, but not believe...Roy thought as he went to her room.

"Samus?" he called, simultaneously knocking on the door.

She opened it. "Hey, you."

"Listen, can I talk to you?"

She nodded and let him step in.

"Samus, you know me," Roy started as he sat on her desk chair. Samus took her seat on her bed. "You know I don't lie. I'm not joking when I say this mansion creeps me out."

"I find it hard, Roy," Samus sighed. "You're always the one making fun of the people who do believe in this kind of stuff. Now you believe in it?"

"Yes, I do," Roy returned. "That night we trained together, I saw someone in the hall by my room. I called out to them, but they disappeared, right in front of me!"

"It wasn't Mewtwo?" Samus said, almost in a bored tone. She caught herself before it sounded too disrespectful. "He's known for wandering around at night, and he can teleport."

"Yes, but there's a golden-silver flash when he does. This...this...apparition...was gone in the blink of an eye!"

"Roy, I think you were tired that night..." Samus started.

"No, Samus, I wasn't!" Roy cried. He stood up and went on his knees in front of her. "Please, I'm not seeing things. I'm not lying. Please, believe me! I haven't gone crazy, either! I know what I saw!"

"That's enough, Roy," Samus said in a firm tone. "Can you leave, please?"

Roy stood up, staring with sad eyes at the blonde, who couldn't meet his gaze. He left quietly. In the hall he met Young Link, the younger version of one of his best buddies.

Or is he my best buddy?Roy thought bitterly.

"Hey, Roy, what's up?" Young Link asked cheerfully, walking quickly to match his pace with the redhead's.

"Nothing," Roy said, looking at the ground.

"What, did Samus say no to your proposal?" Young Link grinned, making a smile tug at Roy's lips. He had seen the half-dragon exit the bounty hunter's room.

A child's mind is sometimes so much more vast than an adult's. They see more with their imagination...they see a whole new world, one that some adults are blind too. All adults see is reality, but a child sees more. Maybe Young Link will understand if I tell him...Roy thought.

"Link," Roy spoke up, (he called Young Link "Link" when the older one wasn't around) "Do you believe in fairies?"

"Of course," Young Link replied. "Where would I be without Navi?"

Not entirely sure who Navi was, Roy continued. "What about ghosts?"

Young Link stopped in his tracks. "...Yes..." he spoke slowly. He was quiet. "Have you seen them, too, Roy?"

Cliffy! Sort of...yeah. Comments, please. This is my first type of story in this category, so please tell me if I could improve on this. :)