Time: Night 007, just after sunset.
Summary: Haruhi and Hikaru get stuck in the freezer, and deal with the ghost inside.
Warnings: Gore, most likely.
When Haruhi heard there was a pantry in the house, she hadn't really been expecting... this.
It was well-stocked, that was for sure -- but it was huge, something extravagant that she would've expected only from the Host Club. Bulk packages of different foods lined most of the walls, definitely more than enough to feed all of the occupants of the house, and more than she could sensibly look through. It was already getting late, as it took her a while to find the room, and although she was (stupidly) no longer worried about roaming the hallways at night, she needed to bring something back before the twins got too hungry. She wished there were more clocks or windows -- with the sluggish way that time moved here, guessing the hour was near impossible. The last time she looked out a window, the sun was just beginning to set, turning the sky a violent shade of fire-orange. She assumed it was night, by now. Her second night, still trapped. Idly, she wondered how long she'd really been here -- a month? It felt like it.
The night started with a bang -- literally. Booming, echoing construction noises seemed to overwhelm certain parts of the house, as if all the walls were being torn down and rebuilt again, over and over. The beating and buzzing made her jump at first, confusing the sound with thunder, but she learned to tune it out as it continued on, until it faded in her mind like background noise. She had to admit, though, it was a little unsettling. Why were the workers waiting until night to start construction? Why weren't they letting them out?
With a quiet, unenthusiastic sigh, Haruhi moved toward one of the shelves, beginning to inspect the food. Hopefully it was still good. She looked through what she could reach, turning boxes and cans for expiration dates. What did Hikaru like? ... Probably nothing here. He'll complain no matter what I make, she thought, frowning. It was better to look for something quick and simple than go by the twins' refined tastes.
As she moved on to another section of the shelf, a new sound caught her attention -- was that... someone crying? It was hard to tell for sure over the sounds of construction, but... Ah, she was probably just hearing things. Again. Great.
"I'm going insane," She muttered cynically, fumbling with another package.