@o6666666's (Ao3) An Irresistible post-ep So, one might say, he’s tricked her. 

“There was an exorcism here,” he says, pointing with his middle finger to the house across the street from where they have parallel parked. “On this night, in 1949.”

Post-Irresistible Mulder tricks Scully into getting more sleep.

@cecilysass/cecily_sass/Cecily Sasserbaum's Beacon (Ao3) She forces herself to take three breaths. Then, she decides, she’s going to ask. Because she needs to know. It has to be better than just wondering.

“Mulder,” she starts, “you’re worried about the ghost targeting you because … because there’s someone significant in your life, isn’t there?”

Mulder doesn’t shift his gaze from the ceiling, but a muscle in his jaw pulses.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me who she is,” she adds quickly. “I understand. We don’t always talk about things like that. I just … I just wanted you to know I’m your friend, and you could share that. If you wanted.”

S3 Mulder and Scully investigate a hotel haunted by an avenging ghost (and mistake each other's feelings.)

@numinousmysteries/numinous_mysteries's The Baying of the Six-Pound Hound (Ao3) He'd been in an uncharacteristically deep sleep when the yapping woke him up, which made it all the more annoying. It was rare for him to be so fully disconnected from the waking world. Typically, he'd float just below the surface of consciousness, the smallest noise enough to rouse him. But on this night, in a narrow, single-story motor lodge wedged up in the Colorado mountains, Fox Mulder had been completely, deeply, aslumber.

He'd been dreaming, too. 

Post-Quagmire Mulder believes he's being haunted by a furry little ghost.

@mldrgrl's (Ao3) Drabbles! 9 and 95 “What did you expect?” Mulder asked as they crossed back to the other side of the island and back to the boat.  “Ghosts don’t usually come out and introduce themselves.”

“There is no such thing as ghosts, Mulder.  I expected…I don’t know what I expected.”  She sighed in exasperation.

Post-Quagmire Mulder and Scully are stranded on a haunted island.

prufrockslove’s (Ao3, Geocities) Finding Rokovoko (Ao3)  Mulder got them lost in the Everglades and trapped in a collapsing, haunted old mental hospital. She’d lost her sister. Scully’s career was the same joke as his. If removing the microchip implanted during Scully’s abduction had caused her cancer – her work with Mulder had caused her abduction. She’d folded her arm beneath her head as a pillow, drank a quarter of the canteen of water, and swallowed six tiny bites of the candy bar of the future. That took ten minutes and resulted in a nap.

As Mulder waited, he used his fading flashlight and saved the battery on hers.

Post-Never Again Mulder and Scully are stranded in a world-between-worlds of black-eyed children and buried experiments, with disastrous effects on Scully's health.

emmbright/Emma Brightman's (LJ) What is Essential "I don't know, Scully. Maybe we just needed some time together, after...well, after everything," he says lamely.

"What, like a Halloween miracle?" She shakes her head in disbelief. "You must be kidding. There has to be a better explanation than that."

Post-Detour Mulder and Scully discover-- of all things-- a haunted gas station.

Jill Selby's Poised for a Fall "Hang on, Scully! Just hang on."

As if I need a reminder. But I bite down on the urge to fling a sarcastic response as I squint up into his flashlight's beam and nod. As frantic as he is, it's hardly the appropriate moment.

And if things don't work out, I don't want to risk leaving him with that final memory of me.

Mulder and Scully explore (nearly fatally) a haunted tower.

@purrykat/mylifeinshadow's 32 from the prompt list. “Two words, Scully,” he says by way of greeting. Just like that, you’re immediately exhausted. At your raised eyebrow, he continues. “Lizzie Borden.”

“Took an axe,” you recite, dryly. “Gave her mother forty wacks.”

Mulder, Scully, and a Lizzie Borden stakeout.

@libbytxf/LibbyT's My Funny Valentine (Ao3) “Scully, do you know the Hotel El Dorado, in San Diego?”

Scully looks up from the file on her desk, and sees Mulder beginning to pace excitedly around the office.

Mulder and Scully exchange moments, memories and-- yes-- haunted hotel ghost stories through the years.

@xxsksxxx/xxSKSxx's Shadows and Lights (Ao3) The sun hangs low in the late afternoon sky, casting long shadows through the dense canopy of trees. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, sending a shiver down Mulder's spine. He tightens the collar of his coat, glancing at Scully, who stands beside him, her expression focused and determined.

The abandoned cabin looms before them, its weathered walls and broken windows giving it an ominous appearance.

S5 Mulder and Scully unsuccessfully investigate a ghost case... or do they?

@writingwell/RocketMan's Ancient Corridors "Mulder?"

"I can't believe I never even thought about it. . ."

"Mulder-"

"Lizzie Borden." He could just see her frown wrinkling her forehead, her mind whirling to take the jumps that he was.

"No. Mulder, that was over a hundred years ago."

Post-All Souls Scully becomes entangled in a ghost case while memories of her late father rise from her past.

the_eternal_optimist/@oohnotvery's Unheard Of Someone had lived here recently and it was not a group of witches. 

Post-FTF Scully and her injured partner are trapped in a house in the woods, surrounded by vengeful townspeople.

@virtie333/Virtie333's Home By the Sea "Come on, Scully," he was telling her, his head close to hers over the top of the small table. "It'll be fun. Have you even been to a haunted house? I mean, a real haunted house."

Mulder, Scully, Diana Fowley, and Detective Kresge investigate a haunted house.

@agentwhalesong's (Ao3) Tell Him “She, not it. The spirit in this house is a woman, from what has been reported. Her name was Francis and she was walled alive by her own father, who couldn’t accept the fact that she was pregnant out of wedlock.”

“And no one saw it happening?”

“Apparently, the next-door neighbor heard muffled cries for help, but ignored them because he couldn’t make out where the noise was coming from. They only found her bones years later, reminding the neighbor of that very specific episode and making him wonder if he could have saved her.”

Scully shivered, but there was no wind this time.

Post-HTGSC Mulder and Scully visit another haunted house.

TessMooreXF's Stay Thrifty "Scully, c'mon." He gently turned her over, cradling her head in his lap. He could see the obscene swelling around her arm and wrist. She'd no doubt broken it this time. She moaned and sighed in his arms. "We've got to get out of here, Partner."

"Mmmm... Mulder. He attacked me." 

Scully, injured from a Kersh assignment, stumbles upon a haunted motel.

@leiascully's (Ao3)

Fic: Endeavors Too Small Of Desires  "There's a haunted wood in West Virginia that's very scenic this time of year," he says.

"Haunted?"

"The hotel has a hot tub," he says. "And the hike up to the site is gorgeous."

There is a long moment of silence. He hums The Eagles under his breath.

"Pick me up in half an hour," she says and hangs up.

One Son-The Unnatural Mulder and Scully "investigate" a (supposedly) haunted wood while drawing back together.

Would you write a mini fic that has only dialogue? “Oh, so the cabin is haunted now?”

“The man who rented it to me may have implied it was haunted, but it’s possible he was just trying to give me some strategies to get you to cuddle up in front of the fire.”

“He’s lucky I haven’t been keeping up with my kickboxing.”

Mulder and Scully banter over a (hypothetical) haunted cabin.

OctoberFicFest Day 6: The Fair “Can’t you hear it?” he said, and suddenly, she could, her mind untangling layers of background noise: traffic, crickets, frogs, cicadas, and beneath it all, the Pied Piper lilt of carnival music, half-heard like the fair itself was balanced between worlds.  She’d read stories like this when she was younger.  Some barrier between mundane and magic thinned and a fair appeared, replete with wonderous prizes and the kind of people one would never see again.  

Mulder takes Scully to the fair.

@danascullysjournal/Paper_hearts_and_homemade_arts's If You Will Let Me (Ao3) But that couldn’t be his fate- not yet.  Not while the possibility of finding Scully was even remotely plausible.  Every second was closer to something terrible for her, he knew.  Something meant to break her and fold her into the writhing mass of darkness.  He could feel time ripping away from him.  The memory of Padgett choking her on the bed, taking every shred of her dignity, was carved into his subconscious.  The gloating visage of that man haunted Mulder.  Taunting him inside his head. 

That hadn’t been real. 

Post-Milagro Mulder and Scully are tortured by old forces.

Keleka's Gray Ghosts He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I don't know, Scully, but it seems like a good place to start. Besides that, the key is missing. Maybe someone has been using the room for some reason and that has--"

"Reawakened the spirits?" I say, finishing his sentence.

He shows me that goofy grin again and I can't help but smile myself. Okay, he's right. It is a place to start, if nothing else.

Post-Amor Fati Mulder, Scully, and TLG investigate a haunted military base.

@atths--twice/ATTHS_TWICE's (FFN) Just Beyond the Edge (Ao3) “You’re saying you think the forest is haunted?” Mulder asked Cassie. 

“I… I wouldn’t say haunted, but…” She looked at the other people around her and they nodded. “There is something to it.” 

“But it’s been searched,” Scully stated and Mulder turned his head to look at her. “Have you not all been involved in the search?” 

“Yes, we have. It’s just… have you been out there? Have you seen the forest?” 

“I have,” Scully said with a nod. 

“And you didn’t feel anything?” 

S7 Mulder and Scully investigate the Tali Keno.

MystPhile's

Bump in the Night (mulderscreek) Scully shrugged. "Well, we got out alive. And for your birthday, I had to think of something you'd like to do. So I checked into your haunted house file and selected this one because it was located nearby." She flashed her light around, like a realtor showing off a highly desirable property. "Does it have enough atmosphere to satisfy your . . . desires?"

Mulder and Scully and a spirit who must witness an act of love to be free.

2008 01 - 04 Combined (1/3), 2008 01 - 04 Combined (2/3), and 2008 01 - 04 Combined (3/3) She knew that Mulder, traumatized by the early loss of Samantha, was still sensitive. The Glass Menagerie, which ends with Tom abandoning his family to save himself, was bound to resonate unpleasantly for Mulder. Especially since Amanda, Tom's mother, tried so hard to foist the responsibility for his sister's well-being onto Tom. Shades of the old Mulder Guilt.

Poor, torn Tom had run from the unfair burden, only to be haunted by thoughts of Laura's need, and his own guilt. Laura's candles, by the end of the play, turn into his glowing, burning perpetual guilt, impossible to escape from or forget, even amidst the flames of war. His memories, his misery at failing his sister, were just too close to Mulder's feelings for Scully's comfort. Always find out what play you're seeing, she told herself. Life Lesson #382.

AU-- After a long separation and reunion, Mulder and Scully give an earnest shot at a relationship (while unwittingly stumbling upon a haunted seaside cottage.)

Erin M. Blair, XSketch, Pattie, Mae'chii''s Saw, Sanders and Spectres To her complete surprise and with a hundred pounds of guilt in her head, Scully had managed to have a long sleep. She had fallen asleep in the livingroom waiting for the hospital to call.

Post-Closure Mulder and Scully believe his late mother is trying to warn them.

Cornerofmadness's Clowning Around “Mulder, what have you gotten me into?” Scully stared at the clown painting above her bed in horror.

Mulder picks a motel adjacent to a cemetery.

@ladymeggs/LadyMeg's Remember Promises (Ao3) “We both know my aim is far better than yours. But don’t get your hopes up, I’m not going to be wooing you with a fluffy pink bear today, Mulder. Sorry to shatter your dreams.” 

Mulder and Scully are scared in a haunted house (but it at least kicks them into an acknowledgment of their feelings.)

@starbuck09256/Starbuck09256's Trick or treat? “Mulder, this doesn’t look structurally sound, at all” but his back is facing me and he turns and makes that face the one that dares me to back down and I can’t I can’t not go after him, not follow him.

Mulder and Scully, now a couple, visit a "haunted" house.

Analise's (xphilefic) Haunted House "Apparently Mrs. Hallery has lived in these parts for years. Her husband has died recently and she is trying to determine if she wants to sell the house or not. Mr. Kride was not very enlightening about much else. All he was clear on was that this house is haunted and that the 'dark spirit' that walks the halls at night is dangerous. He thinks we should leave as soon as possible."

"And did you tell him that we weren't planning on making this our vacation hideaway?" she asked, her voice soft with sleep and humor, her eyes closed.

Mulder and Scully's stay-over at a haunted house takes a turn.

Shoshana's Jerome I closed my eyes one more time and when I opened them she was gone. I suppose I should have believed. However, the power of suggestion is so strong, and I was so relaxed and happy before I went to bed, that I still doubted whether she had appeared to me or not.

A night at a ghost motel (and a proposal.)

AUs

BarbaraWar's The Ghosts Whose Christmas Was Stolen "How bad is it?" "Yeah." She grimaced. "I think you may have pierced my stomach, Mulder." He winced at the wording. "What can I do to help? Is it serious?" "If you did puncture it I have maybe 15 minutes before I die of either blood loss or poisoning from my stomach acids. You need to get help Mulder, fast." Her pallor was increasing, her breath becoming more labored.

How The Ghosts Stole Christmas ends very differently.

Philiater's Night House For some reason, I felt I knew the house and stopped my car in front along the circular drive.

Scully buys a haunted house... or she believes.

@dreamingofscully’s (Ao3) Surely, to the sea (Ao3) “A haunting, maybe? A spirit focused upon him or the house? It might explain the electrical problems, the radio interference. How worn down he is from being tormented in his sleep… but he never reported any strange noises or objects being displaced. No temperature changes. And he hasn’t reported the feeling of a presence. I don’t think you’d go in that— what?”

“Scully,” Mulder was staring at her with a dazed expression, a smile spreading on his face. “I don’t know how it’s possible but I just fell in love with you all over again.”

“That’s not very helpful,” she said, though her chest tightened at his words. 

AU-- Mulder and Scully, married paranormal investigators, are called to a house engorged with evil.

Deadcanons's X-Tropy Reyes thought for a moment. “Maybe a persistent ghost can come back after being sent away. And maybe that causes the rules to change.”

            Scully snorted. “It’s science fiction, Monica. I was malnourished, exhausted... Mulder might have haunted the house in Tennessee, but what happened last Christmas was a delusion. It has to be.” Her eyes dropped to the candle between them and stayed there.

            There was a short silence. Reyes tapped Doggett’s cane on the floor. “I’d like to hold a silent supper for him. Do you know what that is, Dana?”

An immortal Scully disbelieves, at first, that her late partner is reaching beyond the grave, despite the decades, to keep her new, patchwork family safe (from dark magic and malevolent intentions.)

BONUS

memories_child's (LJ) Three Times Mulder Was Afraid of The Dark And One Time He Wasn't There are two kinds of things that go bump in the night. He learned this in school today, sitting on the top of the monkey bars with Billy and Walt. There are two kinds of things that go bump in the night. The good things, like Mom checking the latches on the windows downstairs before turning out the lights and climbing the stairs, like Sam stubbing her toe on the doorjamb before climbing into his bed and asking for a story, like Santa's reindeer bumping the sleigh onto the snow-covered roof on Christmas Eve. And the are the bad things, like the bogeyman hiding behind the closet door and making it creak, like the monster under the bed that rustles and bangs when he's just about to drop off to sleep, like the vampire that taps on his window pane when it's dark and the wind is whistling outside.

He laughed it off then, when the sun was shining and the yard echoed with the yells of kids dressed as ghosts and ghouls.

Mulder is haunted by (metaphorical) ghosts.

Viridian5's Haunted "I'm fine. How long was I in orbit?"

"Just a few minutes."

From the look on her face, Mulder guessed that his own had revealed more of the emotions involved with that memory than he would have wanted her to see. He treasured her for letting him decide whether to bring it up or not.

"I just saw a few ghosts of my own, Scully." The past colored the present... Then it fit. "I think Aaron may be haunting his cousin, instead of this site."

Mulder is transported back to a dark time in his life.

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@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls's s8's roadrunners AU/cold desert nights

She tells him on the bus. After Doggett is finished cutting the slug out of her, because she’s shouting that it needs to be cut out and Mulder wants to do it but he can’t. His hands are shaking too badly. So he holds hers, lets her squeeze the life out of them as she screams, as the cultists pound on the bus, as Doggett pulls out the slug and shoots it. The cultists are dismayed. Mulder can see the flashing lights through the dusty window of the bus. As Doggett runs outside to deal with it all, Scully collapses woozily against his chest. He presses a quivering hand over the bloody wound at the back of her neck, and he realizes only then that she is sobbing.

AU-- Roadrunners Mulder is returned early (whole, with minor amnesia); but finds Doggett, not Scully, in the basement office.

snow in april (chapter 1 of 8) (Ao3)

Scully had kept ahold of his wrist; she motioned him towards the closet in the corner. They got off of the bed carefully, feet hitting the carpet, and moved together into the closet. The scraping moved towards the door to their room. Scully tugged him hard into the closet and pulled the door most of the way closed - not letting it close all the way to avoid the click, he assumed. She let go of his wrist and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning hard into him. Her right hand was pressed against her stomach. He moved his left hand down to her stomach, on top of her hand. The baby kicked; Mulder couldn't tell whether it was out of fright or excitement. Don't worry, kid, he thought. I'll protect you.

Outside the closet, the bedroom door slowly creaked open. Scully pressed her face into his shoulder, her hand wrapping tighter around the baby. Please, God, Mulder thought furiously, momentarily forgetting he didn't believe in God.

The strange, scraping footsteps continued across the room, the rug, the floorboards. There were multiple scarecrows; Mulder mentally took stock. His eyes were on the crack where the door hadn't closed all the way, he could see part of a bulky scarecrow arm through it. The baby was kicking furiously under their hands. Scully breathed shakily into his shoulder. 

AU-- Post-Three Words Mulder is called beyond his will to a small, snowed-in town, trapping he and Scully in the mountains.

@dreamingofscully's (Ao3) Dreaming of Scully (particularly, Part III)

“You’re the worst liar, Mulder.” 

His mouth tilted up, but he didn’t look at her or speak.

“Talk to me.”

“It looks like something I remember, but not exactly.”

“Remember from where?”

He traced his finger over the symbol. “You didn’t want to know about it, Scully.”

She exhaled, not realizing she’d been holding her breath. It was unusual for him to keep things from her. Usually, it was her that didn’t trust herself enough to open up. But Mulder? He shared everything. And the only reason he hadn’t been completely transparent about his work lately was because he’d been giving her space.

“The cult,” she stated.

“Yeah.”

AU-- Paranormal investigators Mulder and Scully are sorting through their own recent supernatural experiences while tracking down an old, earth-dwelling entity.

Zoonr's (Ao3) Mesabi Ferrum

Since their trip had started, William hadn't said another word. *He's listening,* Mulder thought. It was an intuitive guess, not unlike those he used to have when he was an agent assigned to the X-Files, and he had no real explanation for it. Mulder wondered just how much William already knew about them, or about himself.

Rob had nearly passed out the moment they started driving, in spite of Liam spending most of the first two hours on the road muttering his nonsensical religious rhetoric. He emphatically wanted Mulder to drive them back to his camp, to meet the other members of his group, which Mulder suspected was more like a cult, and introduce them all to William. Mulder asked Liam in which direction his camp was located. Liam said south; Mulder drove north. After about an hour of whiney protest, Liam had finally and mercifully fallen asleep, and the trip had gone on in silence.

AU-- Colonization begins, prompting Mulder and Scully to find and save their son, with Mr. Van de Kamp, Gibson Praise, Doggett, Reyes, and Jeremiah Smith to boot.

@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin' Mickeys's North of Zero (Tumblr, Tumblr) and Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 47 (Tumblr)

Scully sat up, the coppery taste of blood on her tongue. She looked down at her shirt, which was still soaked red, a jagged slash where the super soldier’s hand pierced her torso. The previous few minutes were a blur of pain and confusion. She remembered trying to stop the soldier from the senseless killing of the cultist woman after they’d been brought aboard the ship, then pain, the cold knowledge of impending death, and then her son. He’d been with her in her mind, in her body and she-

“You healed me,” she said, pulling back from Mulder’s embrace and turning to William. 

He gave her a small smile. “Yes.”

“How did-” she was at an utter loss for words. 

“Hate to tell you this, doc,” said Mulder, rubbing a hand up and down her arm, “but you might be out of a job.” 

AU-- Post-Colonization William, hunted by creatures he doesn't understand, follows his instincts into the wilderness, stumbling upon a small redhead and her partner in the woods.

Deadcanons's X-Tropy

 “I met some young people outside the teahouse, who helped me get here,” Reyes went on. “By my assessment, they were the sort of people who are often targeted by cult leaders. One of them in particular, Ileana, was highly spiritual, quick to trust, and eager to help. That’s exactly the kind of personality profile that cult leaders seek out.”

Scully looked stunned. “This is the same woman I called to the house... What, almost 15 years ago?”

Reyes nodded. “If it’s any consolation, she probably wasn’t up to anything back then. Based on the recurring faces I saw at the teahouse, I would assume the cult has somewhere between 80 to 120 members. For an outfit of that size, she’s probably been doing this for four or five years. I doubt this cult could have survived for longer than a decade.”

Scully was silent for a long moment, processing this. “And Jasmine has been taking commissions from her. All this time...”

“What’s our next move?” Reyes asked.

“Monica, you can’t be serious. You’re 97 years old.”

 “And you can’t go back home,” she retorted. 

AU-- Immortal Scully leaves her apartment alongside Mulder, loses her partner, goes into hiding as the world and the people she knows age around her, and returns after an estrangement from her kids, a run-in with a cult, and multiple Mulder visitations.

BONUS

@writingwell/RocketMan/Darkstryder's (xffics) Holding Me (Gossamer)

"Get your gun out, Scully. I don't like this."

She nodded. She trusted his instinct. The gun slipped from her holster with a thick sound of leather; she checked that the safety was on and licked her lips. For the first time since her Academy days, it felt unnaturally heavy.

Then the whole world seemed to blink. Every light everywhere was gone for an instant and Mulder reacted at once, swerving the car to a stop and calling on the CB for backup.

Then he saw it, just in the rearview mirror. The set-up.

Cancer arc Mulder decides to put the moves on Scully right before their stakeout is busted.

The Way (01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09)

"When did you suddenly join a children's crusade?" she whispered.

"Since they could be yours . . ."

He heard her hiss and felt her jump from his fingers as if he'd stung her.

"Mulder, we have no proof of any of what she said. We don't even know if she's *real*, let alone telling us the whole truth."

"Scully."

"She could be some kind of clone sent to make you-"

"Scully." "

-think that something's going on, when instead, it's all an-"

"Scully."

"-elaborate hoax to get us shut down-"

His hands shot out and grabbed her hard, yanking her back to him.

She stopped breathing and stared up at him. His eyes were wide and his pupils dilated as if he had suddenly snapped.

"Scully. Either way. I can't let this go."

She sagged in his grip and he let her fall to his couch.

"I know, Mulder. I know."

AU-- Post-Redux II Mulder is rejected by Samantha; and Scully is haunted by his distance. She becomes plagued with nightmares, forced to lean on his help when her dreams lead them to their "mini me"s.

Dragon Kings Daughter (Gossamer)

He lowered his body to the floor beside her and laid his head close to hers, willing her to wake up and see him there, wanting to see her eyes as they opened and were unguarded with him.

It took but a moment, and soon her eyes were peering into his, a sleepy indifference making them seem deep and dark. "What'd you find?" she whispered, her voice still low from sleep.

He grinned in triumph. "Lots. How about you?"

Her eyes drifted shut for one last moment of unreality, then she sat up, pushing her hair from her face.

Post-The Red and the Black Mulder and Scully discover a connection to her past life.

eponine119’s Resignation

In some ways, life on the commune was a relief. It had become a strain on me keeping the chores done and the bills paid as my mom became increasingly dysfunctional. On the commune, everything was taken care of.

Granted, we were all required to dress in orange bell bottomed uniforms and shave our bodies free of hair. There were hours of prayer under the fevered eyes of the leader, and rarely did we have anything more than rice to eat. I didn't believe a word of it - I was old enough to know this wasn't normal. I was also old enough to know better than to rebel or argue.

Post-One Son Jeffrey's experience in Cassandra Spender's "cult."

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