Category Linkin Park

Haunted by Ms.Perception


*Hi, this is the prologue to the haunted house story I had on ff.net. I changed some of the basic elements of the story and decided that this prologue would help it make a bit more sense, even if you don’t think so at first. Well enough blathering, I’m like giving away the story. Bye now.

“Come here, baby.”

The child blinked against the setting sun in his eyes in search for the voice. Soon his brown eyes landed on a woman a short distance away standing bathed in the late sun’s rays. She was almost angelic looking and the small boy found himself running into her awaiting arms. She smiled down at him and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“My baby,” she whispered softly. The child felt something warm and wet splash onto his forehead. She was crying. “Know that mommy will always love you. I loved you the minute I saw you, and I will love you forever.”

The two year old hugged his arms around her neck tighter, allowing his little fingers to play in the curls at the nape of her neck. She compensated by holding her son even tighter. A deep shuddering sigh ran through her body as she buried her face on her child’s shoulder.

“Just remember that, papi, okay? I love you always and forever,” her melancholy mood lifted as she watched her son smile at her. “We’ll be together again one day, I promise. I will see you again.”

The smile on the child’s face faltered for a moment and the doors to the house behind them opened. A woman he had seen once or twice before stepped out along with a middle aged couple. The trio stood on the backyard porch watching the mother and child on the beach before them. The young mother sighed tiredly and lowered her head so that it was resting on her son’s soft brown hair.

“Maria, its time.”

The woman clutched her child tighter. “I promise you, baby. I will always be with you. I will always love you.”

“Mommy?” the child was confused as suddenly he was wrenched from her warm embrace and was wrapped into the arms of the strange woman and then was handed off again to the couple. He squirmed in their arms trying to get a glimpse of his mother. He wondered why she couldn’t stop this. Why couldn’t she help him? She was watching tearfully from where she stood, rooted to the spot she stood on in grief. “Mommy, help!”

“I love you,” she stammered out. The woman who had spoken to her before stepped beside her and put an arm on her shoulder gently offering comfort. “I love you so much, my little man.”


*Ring, ring*

Rob Bourdon pulled the pillow over his head trying desperately to block out the ringing noise, unfortunately it appeared the noise wouldn’t stop until he picked up. Sighing in irritation he shot a hand out from his cocoon of blankets and picked up the offensive object. He pulled it back into the protective bundle of sheets and put it to his ear.

“What?” he muttered sleepily into the phone.

“Morning to you too, sunshine.”

He pushed the sheets back and sighed. “Phe, what do you want?”

“To remind you that the band perfectionists otherwise known as Hahn and Mike have ordered a band meeting today.”

Rob groaned and opened his eyes to glare at the clock. “Why? If we don’t know it by now, we’re not gonna know it.”

“Well, you’re more of a downer than you usually are. What’s up, Bourdie?”

“Weird dreams,” he ran a hand over his face. “I’ll tell ya about it later. What time is practice?”

“In about four hours, you got time. It’s only at Mike’s house.”

“Right, see ya then.”


Rob pressed the off button on the phone and allowed it to slip through his fingers onto the floor. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The dream bothered more than he cared to think about. Who was that woman? Who was the kid? And why was he seeing it? Something about the whole situation seemed familiar to him but that was probably because that was the third time that week alone that he had had the same dream.

He didn’t know how or even when but he drifted off once again and was once more rudely woken up by the shrill ringing of his phone. This time, however, the voice on the other line wasn’t exactly friendly.

“Hey Aunt Margaret,” he said dully. He rolled onto his side and found that he overslept. He was due at Mike’s house a half an hour ago.

“Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah, actually I did. I’m late for practice.”

He heard her cluck her tongue. “Figures. When are you going to get a real job?”

“Not this again, Aunt Margaret.”

“You are so lucky your parents aren’t here to see the way you’ve turned out, bless their souls. They loved you, Robert. I don’t rightly see how anyone could love a vagabond like you but when you came into their lives it made your mother so happy.”

Rob rolled his eyes and continued his search for clothes. He only half way listened to the woman on the other line. Margaret Tyler was the sister of his father and the one that raised him after his parents died when he was six years old. She made a point everyday of his life to remind him that he was adopted and that the name Bourdon was a gift, not something to be taken lightly and he could easily be returned to a nameless little orphan. As he struggled into his pants he could hear her speech winding down.

“Look Aunt Margaret, I would love to continue this conversation but like I said I am very late for a band meeting.”

“You’re going to bring those boys down,” she chided in return. “They have talent. Do you really think you belong? You can’t even get up for practice. You’re lazy and pathetic, Robert. Why I waste my time checking on you, I’ll never know. I swear I only do it for your dear parents.”

“Yeah, okay I have to go.”

“You don’t deserve this Robert. If you only knew who you really were. What you came from. The evil that taints you is so strong. I told your father to look the other way when they met you, but he was blind to it. Then four years later they were dead.”

Rob paused. Well this was new. He was never accused of actually killing his parents before today. Ah the joys of talking to his aunt. With a final eye roll he clicked the off button and dropped the phone to his bed. While he was shrugging on his shirt, the phone rang again. Without even a glance at the caller id, he picked up with an annoyed growl.

“Look okay, I said I had to go. I’m already late and yes I’m aware of what a screw up I am!”

“Let me guess, a lovely Sunday morning chat with Aunt Margaret?”

Rob sighed. His anger temporarily put on the back burner. “Hey Mike, yeah, sorry about that. Sorry about being late. I’ll be there in like ten minutes okay?”

“You walking?”

“Driving. It’ll save some time since I’m already late and all.”

There was a slight pause on the other side. “Just be careful okay?”

“Mike, I’m driving like to the other side of the neighborhood. You realize I can see the top of your house from my roof?”

“Yeah I know, just be careful okay?”

“Fine, dad!”

He slammed the phone down preventing Mike from making a reply. Rob stood silently for a few moments staring guiltily at the phone. It wasn’t Mike’s fault that he was in a bad mood and he was unnecessarily mean to his friend. He’ll get over it, he thought reaching for his keys. If not then I’ll just grovel when I get there. With that decided Rob got in his car and started over to Mike’s house.

Mike heard the phone go dead as he pulled it away from his ear. He looked at it with a mixture of annoyance, anger and concern.

“Rob being extra bitchy today?” Mike turned to regard the poser of the question. Phoenix was sitting on the couch behind him reading a magazine. The bassist wasn’t even looking at him he noticed. Still Mike found himself nodding his head despite the fact that Phoenix wasn’t looking. “Don’t worry about it, he bitched me out too.”

Mike narrowed his eyes. “How do you do that?”

Phoenix looked up. “Do what?”

“Never mind. He tell you what crawled up his ass and died?”

“Said he had weird dreams. And of course, Sunday chats with Aunt Margaret.”

“They make him even more moody than usual,” Mike grimaced. He leaned back on his seat and let his head fall backwards to look at Phoenix. The bassist made a face and looked down. “What?”

“You know it freaks me out when you talk to me upside down. Its like your chin is talking to me.”

“You are by far the most random person ever, Dave.”


The two fell into a comfortable silence that was a complete opposite to the bickering trio sitting beside Mike’s computer. “What are they fighting about anyway?” Mike asked.

“It’s probably best not to know with them,” Phoenix replied, shaking his head at Chester, Joe and Brad. “All I know is I heard the words, globalization and modernization. Its way too early to be listening to them talk about politics.”

“Phe, its four o’clock in the afternoon.”

“Your point?”

“Never mind. They're probably talking about cavemen and astronauts again. They're never going to let this go.” Mike's head lolled to the side so that he was looking out the window. “Where is Rob? He should have been here by now. Told you he should have walked!”

Suddenly he felt a pain in his arm. He winced and sat up straight. “Mike?” Phoenix rose and leaned on the back of his chair. “Mike, what’s wrong?”

Mike didn’t answer. He couldn’t formulate words through the intense pain that ran through his arm at the moment. He closed his eyes and just as suddenly as it had come, the pain faded leaving him gasping for breath. “Mike, what the hell just happened?”

“I don’t,” he trailed off and looked up at Brad, who was hovering near him.

“Its Rob,” Brad answered for him. “Something happened to Rob. He’s hurt.”

Silence settled on them as they each tried to digest this. Finally Chester jumped to his feet and grabbed his car keys. He stopped in the doorway and gave them a look. “Are you guys coming or not?”

“Right, coming, coming,” they all rose and walked to Chester’s car. “Okay, now we have to think like Rob. If you were a disgruntled, pissed off, twenty three year old with severe anger management issues and were late to band practice which way would you go?”

“Well first off, I wouldn’t be in this band,” Brad snorted. Joe gave him a look. “Fine, fine. I would take the shortcut by the ravine. It’s the most direct route between Mike’s and Rob’s houses.”

“Well then the ravine it is.” Chester paused. “Which way is the ravine?”

“I’ll drive,” Brad pushed the singer over to the passenger side. “Buckle your seatbelts.” He turned and saw that the others already had. He narrowed his eyes knowing that was a direct insult on his driving ability. “I hate you guys.”

“Less talking. More searching,” Mike muttered. He still held his right arm tightly. The pain had faded but now it was just numb. His head felt like it was detached from his body. He felt like he was slipping away sitting in the seat. “Hurry up. Something is really wrong.” Brad nodded and started the car up. They pulled out the driveway and rode in silence for a few minutes.

“What on earth would compel someone to drive this way?” Phoenix asked with wide eyes as Brad drove towards the ravine. The road was narrow and surrounded on either side by a huge manmade ravine. They all shuddered involuntarily at huge seemingly bottomless holes in the ground. And then suddenly, Mike saw something that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

“Stop the car!” Mike ordered. Brad did as he was told and the emcee was out the car in a flash. His friends were by his side in a second. “We found him.”

The car lay on its side a short distance away from them down one of the less deep craters.

“Brad, I really don’t know where we are. Call 911 and tell them to get out here soon.”

Brad didn’t hear him at first. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. Rob’s car lay at the bottom of the ravine. As if it wasn’t bad enough knowing that the car had gone off the road, they could clearly make out the drummer’s body beside his totaled vehicle. Mike and Phoenix carefully skidded down the slippery surface and made their way to their fallen friend.

“Brad,” Chester’s voice finally broke through his daze. He nodded his head mutely and dialed the numbers with heavy fingers. Chester and Joe watched from above as Mike and Phoenix kneeled beside Rob. Mike finally looked up and nodded his head. They both let out a sigh of relief. At least he was alive. There was that.

“Come on, Bourdie. You can’t check out on us now,” Joe whispered. “Not now.”

Brad sat down on the ground only halfway listening to the voice on the other end of the phone. He knew it was her job to stay on the line to ensure that they wouldn’t panic but how could he not panic? He had always considered the five other guys to be his brothers, Mike and Rob especially. And right now his little brother was hurt and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Stoically he hung up on the operator.


“She was irritating me,” he ground out. The trio sat side by side on the edge of the ravine staring down at Mike and Phoenix who were trying, unsuccessfully, to rouse Rob. Mike ultimately draped his coat over Rob’s body and Phoenix had his head pillowed on his lap. They all tried to ignore the awkward position Rob’s arm was lying in. “I guess now would be a really bad time to mention that I’m moving, huh?”

“You’re what?” Chester and Joe whirled around to face him. “When did you decide this?”

“And when were you planning on telling us?”

“It wasn’t going to be until after the tour finished. I was planning on telling you all sometime then. But now….” He trailed off as they finally heard the approaching ambulance sirens. It took a while but the paramedics managed to get a gurney down to Rob and then load him back into the ambulance. Brad offered to ride with him and the others let him.

As they raced to the hospital, Brad held Rob’s good hand tightly in his own. “I’m here, Rob. I’m not going anywhere. Just please wake up.”

Almost as if he heard him, Rob started to stir. “Mommy… help me… please… help…. Come back.”

Brad brushed a hand over his friend’s face softly. His brow furrowed. The paramedic who was sitting with them looked to him in confusion. “Should we call his mother?” he asked.

“His mother’s been dead for seventeen years,” Brad chewed on his lip in confusion. “Hey kid, come on, I need you to wake up.” Rob opened his eyes slowly and focused on Brad. “Hey.”


“Yeah, it’s me.” The paramedic nodded and sat back slightly to give them a bit more privacy. “You’re going to be okay. We got you now, kid. So can you stay awake for me?”

“Why didn’t she find me?”

“What are you talking about?”

Rob swallowed and looked away. “She never found me. Why did she leave me? Why didn’t she find me?” Brad watched as he continued to babble senselessly before passing out again. Brad closed his eyes as the ride came to an end. He watched as they wheeled the drummer into the emergency room and sat down to wait for the others. A few minutes, the remaining four were racing through the doors of the emergency room. They skidded to a stop in front of him.

“Did you hear anything?”

“What’s up?

“Is he going to be okay?”

“Where’s the bathroom?”

Four confused pairs of eyes landed on the DJ. “What? I really have to go. But first things first, how’s Rob?”

“I don’t know. He was semiconscious in the ambulance and then he passed out. But before he did, he was muttering all this stuff about his mother abandoning him.”

“But his mom died seventeen years ago. I thought he was over that.”

“Apparently not,” Chester muttered sitting down beside Brad. The rest of the band settled down while Joe went to the bathroom. Almost an hour later, a doctor approached them.


“Here,” Phoenix was on his feet walking up the doctor before the man had even finished his sentence. “How is? Is he alright?”

“I’m afraid that I’ve got some rather bad news.”

“He’s alive, isn’t he?” Chester asked, fearfully.

“Yes, but I’m afraid he broke his arm in a rather nasty way. He may never regain the full usage of that arm.”

“Like he could never play the drums again?” Joe’s eyes widened. He looked down at the ground. “Poor Rob.”

“Can we see him?”

“He’s still unconscious. We suspect he’ll be out for a few more hours. But you can go sit with him. It always aids the patient’s recovery to be surrounded by friendly faces.” They nodded and followed the man to Rob’s room.

The drummer lay on the bed surrounded by machines and looking paler than any of them had ever seen him look before. Mike and Brad sat on either side of him while the others filed in the in between. Mike clasped Rob’s good hand in his and sighed. A heavy silence hung over the band.

“So much for the tour huh,” Joe joked weakly. There was a weak, strained laugh. “What are we going to do?”

“Be there for him, no matter what,” Mike answered, firmly. “No matter what happens, we just have to be there for him.”

Chester put a hand on Brad’s shoulder and gave him a quick smile. “Guess you don’t have to wait to move into your new house, huh?”

“New house? You’re moving?” Phoenix gawked at him, as did Mike.

“Oops, they didn’t know?” Chester smiled sheepishly. “Well how was I supposed to know? You always tell Mike everything!”

“Oh you’re so lucky I’m more worried about Rob right now,” Mike warned. “Or I would so be kicking your ass!”

“I’m sure. But you’re right. I guess there really isn’t anything keeping me from moving in now.”

“Need some help?” Phoenix asked with a smile of his own. Brad returned it. “We should all go. When he gets out of the hospital, Rob’s not exactly going to be in the right frame of mind. Maybe we can treat this as a little getaway.”

“Getaway from the bad dreams he’s been having and of course….”

“Aunt Margaret,” they chorused together.

“So it’s agreed. We help Brad move into his new house and take Rob with us?”

They murmured their assent. “It’ll be fun. A nice, relaxing vacation for Rob to recuperate both mentally and physically. And truth be told, it’ll be nice to get away from everything here in LA,” Chester ran a hand over his hair. “Especially divorces and custody battles.”

Brad patted the hand on his shoulder sympathetically. “Yeah, it’ll be really nice to just get away from everything. I mean it’s just a house. What could possibly happen?”

*What indeed? Hope you liked it. I just wanted to expand on the story a little more so I added that part to anyone who may have read this story on ff.net. Thanks! Ciao!

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