* I realize there's already a BTR Halloween special, but I decided to write this any way. Lots of whump to go around! READ AND REVIEW!

Logan's scream pierced the still silence of the Palm Woods lobby. A cackle followed.

"That was not funny, Carlos!" Logan snapped, holding his heaving chest as his breathing steadied.

"Um... Yeah it was you almost peed yourself!"

Logan rolled his eyes and mumbled something like, "It wasn't even that scary."

And Carlos removed the rubber halloween mask and wandered towards the pool chuckling.

It was Halloween, and the Palm Woods was a little less than decked out. There was a small witch doll perched on the edge of the main desk. That was it. The BTR boys who had been used to jack-o-lanterns, creepy signs, and a few fake black cats back in Minnesota. It was because of this that they decided they'd visit somewhere other than the Palm Woods on Halloween.

The BTR guys all decided to go hang out by the pool that day, when Logan had set down his history book to discuss their plans for Halloween.

"We could go see that old prison downtown, like a million people go every year." Logan suggested.

"Nah, too many people to be scary." Kendall said, dismissing the idea.

"Wh-? So we're not trick-or-treating?" Carlos asked incredulously.

"Carlos, trick-or-treating was probably one of the dumbest things ever invented. Send a bunch of children out in costumes to go up to random strangers houses to load up on pounds of candy, and then get hyper and run off to do something that will probably harm themselves or others and then puke." Logan explained logically.

"...All I heard was candy." Carlos said.

"Yeah, and also, who would want to hide this face?" James added, gesturing to his glittering smile.

"Can I borrow this?" Kendall asked a chunky man who was sleeping on a pool chair, with a newspaper resting on his stomach.

The man didn't reply and Kendall took this as a yes and picked up the newspaper paging through it.

"Hm... There's a sale on everything orange in JC Penny on Halloween?" Kendall suggested.

The three others shook their heads.

"Umm... ten dollars off hayrides?"

Their heads shook again.

Logan picked up his history book and thumbed through it until he found his page.

"What about this?" He exclaimed pointing at a black and white picture on page 492, "A mental hospital, about an hour outside of L.A."

"...So are we planning to all go hurt ourselves on Halloween?" Kendall asked, confused.

"No, it's an abandoned hospital. In the 18th century, the patients that went in, never came out. Some people believe the doctors intentionally killed them. But then one day a fire broke out and everyone in it died."

"...So it's burnt down?"

"No, only the East wing." Logan clarified.

Kendall looked at James and Carlos impressed and said, "Well? How 'bout it guys?"

"Sure." Carlos said.

"Yep." James said.

That night they piled into Logan's car, he'd gotten his liscence finally and began their hour's journey. It was only half an hour until they saw nothing but trees on the sides of the dark winding roads, and then, in what seemed like no time at all, Kendall pointed out the window and read an eerie sign that said,

"Mau Schicksal Mental Hospital."