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We were two hours thirteen minutes and forty four seconds into our lockdown at Three Springs Orphanage in Three Springs, Pennsylvania. Billy was settled in at base watching footage from the X cameras and waiting for us to return so he could go over our digital recorders. The rest of us, Zak Nick Aaron and myself, were inside the orphanage trying to decide who should split up with who. Though really it was more of a big argument because Zak and Nick thought it would be best to send Aaron off by himself...Aaron didn't like that.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the hard floor. The silence had dragged on for too long. It shouldn't take Aaron this long to take up my offer of splitting up with me. I finally let out a huff after waiting another fifteen seconds. "Alright so I'm taking your silence as a no." Which honestly I had no idea why he would refuse such a thing but his loss.

Silence.

Another minute passed my eyes narrowing as I realized that it had gotten unusually quiet. Whenever I was with Zak, Nick, or Aaron it was anything but. I would hear the shuffling of their feet or equipment, their heavy breathing or their talking...or shouting depending on the situation. They, ie Zak Bagans, couldn't go a long time without making some kind of noise.

I pulled out my flashlight from my coat pocket, a tiny voice in my head whispering that maybe they just weren't there. That they had split up without me. As I shone the flashlight around I uttered a loud curse. The three people that had been standing beside me, were no longer there. "You gotta be kidding me!" I almost felt like stomping my foot in annoyance. Annoyance that I hadn't heard them leave and that they had just left me here.

They left me alone in the basement. The place where the most activity happens.

Activity that happens to be demonic.

I rolled my eyes, debating on whether I should go murder Nick, Aaron, and Zak now or do a quick EVP session first. After a few seconds I decided on the latter. I was here and I had a digital recorder so why not. I eyed the room, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. It was pretty much bare, only some empty boxes scattered about. Letting out a deep breath I plopped myself down on the floor indian style. I made sure I was near the door so if something would happen and I had to escape...it would only take a couple steps for me to reach the exit.

I reached into my coat pocket for the digital recorder. I grabbed it and after turning it on, placed it on the cement floor in front of me.

"This is Katie in the Three Springs Orphanage basement...by myself. I swear to god when I get out of here I'm going to kil-" I trailed off at the sound of footsteps in the far corner of the room. I would have thought it to be Zak, Nick, or Aaron if they hadn't been so light. Like a child's.

I documented, "Ok, I just heard footsteps coming from the corner of the room..." I swallowed thickly before asking whatever was in the basement with me, "I know someone's here. I just heard you walking...are you a child?" I waited a couple seconds for a response. Nothing. I wrinkled my nose, I was really hoping that whatever I just heard was a kid and not some demon. "Can you mak-" I stopped as I heard what sounded like the static night camera in the corner of the room fall over.

Crap. I got up, clicking on my flashlight again, and warily made my way over to the fallen camera. If it broke the producers would be mad. That would be the third camera this night.

On closer inspection though, it was fine. I let out a small sigh of relief, pocketing the flashlight before adjusting the tripod so the camera was filming most of the room. After I deemed it ok I went back to sitting indian style by the recorder, documenting that the static night camera had indeed fallen over. Fifteen minutes later, after asking a couple more basic questions and getting no response, I finally decided to do a Zak Bagans and bring out the big guns. Provoke. That was my first mistake.

-Ghost Adventures-

3 days earlier

"Stupid contest. Stupid Zak Bagans. Stupid luggage..." I gritted my teeth as once again the wheel on my suitcase got caught on a spot on the carpet in the McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas. With a "jesus christ" and a hard yank, I was back to searching for the GAC.

Which I was about to give up on because I'd been looking for them for an hour now with no luck.

As I stopped near the baggage claim again (our original meeting spot) and found no sign of the three paranormal investigators, I let out a shriek of frustration. "Ugh, where the hell are you guys?!" Seriously, this was getting ridiculous.

I ignored the many strange looks I was receiving from other passengers and pulled out my cell phone from my back jean pocket with my free hand. Before my plane had taken off in Maryland, I had talked to a producer from The Travel Channel. We set up a time and place for me to meet up with Zak, Nick, and Aaron when I landed. 1:30 at baggage claim. He even assured me that if they were somehow late (which he told me was very unlikely) they would give me a heads up...which meant they had my cell number.

One look at my home screen told me I had no missed calls or text messages informing me they'd be a freaking hour late. That only added to my annoyance. You see, I wasn't exactly the biggest fan of Ghost Adventures mainly because of Zak Bagans. I firmly believed he was an arrogant idiot who over dramatized things on the show for ratings...and the thing I hated most in this world were arrogant idiots who dressed like douchebags who over dramatized things on a tv show for ratings. When I found out The Travel Channel had held a contest to pick their next permanent investigator for Ghost Adventures, which my mother entered me in, and I for some reason won you can only imagine my reaction. (Yes, my mother entered me in the contest because she was tired of me being a couch potato. Plus she was obsessed with the show...plus she firmly believed I would make a good match for Zak Bagans. Gag me. Anyways, she neglected to tell me she entered me in the contest until after she got the call from The Travel Channel saying I had been picked). then knowing there was no backing out...I wasn't the happiest person but I decided to try and at least accept my fate. To try and be civil to the three men. I mean, I was going to be spending god knows how long with them traveling the country investigating haunted locations. I might as well try and make the best of it and not be a complete bitch about it (my mother's words not mine.) The fact that I was in the situation I was in now, was pissing me off to new extremes though. Another pet peeve of mine was when people were late and refused to give me the courtesy of calling ahead to inform me of such.

After making a call that just went straight to voicemail, I pocketed the cell phone and with a deep resigned sigh decided to just chill on the nearest bench. If I didn't receive a call from them within the next fifteen minutes, or they didn't show within that time period, I was heading back home. Screw the contest.

Dragging my suitcase and my feet, I made my way over to the nearest bench cursing the day Zak Bagans was born. I plopped myself on the end of the bench placing my luggage beside me. Crossing my legs, my eyes strayed to the giant clock on the far wall every five seconds.

Zak Bagans and his crew were making a horrible first impression.

A/N: This is my new Ghost Adventures story! I know I have no business writing another story when I have so many other unfinished ones, but oh well! I just had to write this. Not entirely sure about the title...if you come up with a better one feel free to tell me! Anyways the second chapter will be up within the next week.