"…and then it took over her body. Her eyes were blank but they pierced through you with such a stare that it sent a nasty shiver down your spine…"

A blonde security guard sat with his feet propped up on the back of a chair, watching the Discovery Channel's America's Most Haunted. He popped a few pieces of black salmiakki in his mouth, eyes transfixed on the screen.

"How can you eat those?"

The blond security guard let his head fall so he was staring at another security guard upside down. He popped in another and the other cringed.

"Dude, my mom sent 'em. Whatever my mom sends…I eat. Besides its just like licquorice."

"I learned they weren't the second you smiled as I popped one in my mouth…" the second security guard shuddered and walked so he was standing next to him. Jake smiled and returned his attention to the televison.

"Jake, what the hell are you watching?"

Jake pointed, "Aww, is the big Rafael Marcial afraid?" Rafael gave him a look and sighed shaking his head turning back to the screen. Jake turned the sound up a bit more.

There now was a woman screaming like she was possessed, causing the glasses on the walls to break. Jake laughed.

Rafael rolled his eyes, "Alright, listen. Mike and I are going to go out and get some late dinner from the hall. You want anything?"

Jake thought for a second and then shook his head, "Eh, maybe some roastbeef or something."

Rafael patted him on the back, "Got it." He turned back for a second and went around the corner to the door, "Ah man, c'mon."

Jake sat up, "What's up?"

Rafael crossed to the door and locked the latch, "You keep forgetting to lock the door. How many times am I going to remind you?" He went back in and stopped in the door way. "I keep doing this man, one of these days you're actually gonna get it from the boss."

Jake puffed his chest and opened his arms like "What." "C'mon dude, who'd fire me?"

"Ha! Yeah, who'd hire you? All you do is sit there and eat and watch tv."

Jake grinned, "Yeup, and I do it so damn well."

Rafael chuckled, "Yeah yeah, just remember its for your saftey too. Looneys are out there at this time of night."

Jake muttered something like "Yes mom," and reverted his attention to the tv. Rafael left and walked down the hall passing the storage area where they kept the new deck of cards under lock and key. A whisper ran past him and he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked around him and when satisfied it was nothing he continued and met up with Mike who acompainied him to the buffet layed out before them in the mess hall.

Jake was telling the screen exactly what he thought about each of the actors and actresses, when a loud crash sounded behind him by the bar. Jake stood up, flash light up and hand on his pistol. He walked over to the bar and dropped his flash light at his side. A glass had fallen off the wall and crashed, sending little diamond like sharp shapes across the floor.
"Damn…" He picked up his radio. "Hey, this is Security on floor 6, bar room 6, we've had an accident, need Tim up here." An answer came back "Sure thing Jake,..clutz.." Jake rolled his yes, "Ok…first…wasn't me…second…I'm not a clutz."

Jake whirled around as a barstool slid off one of the tables. "Oh for the love of…Not again….NOT AGAIN…HOLY!" He dived down as another glass shot off the wall at him. He hid himself behind the front of the barcountertop. He picked up his radio, "Hey, I need some help…It's happening again! Rafael!! It—" The radio came back with static. Suddenly everthing stopped.

"SECURITY!!!!" A woman's shriek was panicked and it came from around the corner. He got up and ran to help.

"Alright Jake, what'd you knock ov—oh my God." Tim the Janitor backed up as his boots connected with something wet and sticky red soaking into the carpet. But that wasn't his reason for surprise. Jake laid out on the ground like a cross formation. Blood ran from his neck and wrists, seeping out into the carpet.