Alaxander looks at him. Squealing in fear when his brother showed him the mouse. Looking at him like please keep it away from me. He let out a sigh of relief when his brother said he was able to stay in here. He pouted at his comment. "I just hear, see and feel things you usually miss. That just isn't fair..." He slightly whines out when he said that last statement. "What if there is things wrong with this house? Why wouldn't the caretakers even wanna live here if there was nothing wrong with it???" He demanded. Pulling the suitcase up on the bed and begins to unpack it. He puts his clothing, a lot of which was girly, and puts it away in the dresser Chester wasn't using. Looking at him and pouts again. "No it isn't. You just don't believe in anything until you experience it yourself." He protested. Putting the suitcase away. He looks at Chester when he felt his eyes on him.<br/><br/>He sighed and nodded his head. Following his brother quite quickly and attached himself to his brother. Clinging to him. He didn't let go even as his brother dragged him down the stairs. He entered the dining hall and shivered at more statues and artwork. He frowned and didn't want to keep moving when he was forcefully urged on by his brother. Sitting down across from his brother. He looked at his brother horrorfied. He shivered as he heard what the elderly woman said. His eyes wide and he believed it. He gives his brother a look as if to say back you never believe in anything. He could feel it had to be true. It was scary sounding. He hoped Chester wouldn't leave the room after the people left.<br/><br/>He jumped and looked at his brother. "We?" He echoes meekly. His eyes wide and filled with terror. Why did he have to be dragged along? He knew that there would be no changing his brother's mind than. He followed Chester to the library. Looking at all the dusty old books. Sitting shakily in an old chair. "How do you know it isn't alive?" he demanded. "You haven't been here but the same amount of time I have been." He protested. He jumped when the door shutting echoed. He sneezed cutely as the dust flew through the air. He followed Chester through the house and nodded his head. Taking a shower but only after he made his brother stay in there with him. Once cleaned up and ready for bed. Trembling once his brother shut the door. He shook and closed his eyes trying to sleep. He soon fell asleep.<br/><br/>He was sleeping when the clock chime one o'clock. He heard it in the hall and he faintly heard footsteps running throguh the hall. The blood curdling scream caused him to bolt straight up and the sound of gun fire had him quaking in his place. Holding the covers up to him fearfully. He looked over to his brother and saw he was dead to the world. He whimpered and heard the room creaking. His eyes darting around. He whimpered again as he heard something that sound like breathing and it sounded all around the room. He trembled and eeped as he heard his name he tried to shrink lower. He pulled the covers up higher. There was that voice. "Whose there..." he gets out meekly. Screaming a bit as his name was screamed in a demonic sounding voice. Screaming louder at the sound that made him think of a roar. Attaching himself to his brothers side whimpering and shaking him. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" When his brother did wake up he told him what was going on. Whimpering and whining in fear at the same time.