It had been ten years since I set foot on the property of the Witch's Hut, the old hotel that I had grown up in. As I pulled onto the property, a sense of uneasiness washed over me. I really hated it here, but whatever was here, loved me. I couldn't tell if they were happy I was back, or angry that I had left. I parked in front of the tree that they had hung witches at. Getting out of the car, I stared up at its bare branches. It was October, and this tree always lost its leaves early.
"Miss Evans!" I turned at the sound of my name. I could never tell if I was actually going to see someone or not. It was only Joe, our land manager. A small smile spread across my face. It had been so long since I had last seen him.
"Hey Joe, long time no see." He pulled me into a hug.
"Much too long Miss Evans."
"Cecily, Joe. Call me Cecily." No matter how many times I told him to call me by my first name, he always called me Miss Evans.
"My parents home?" I asked. Joe shook his head.
"They went out to meet the boys, to talk about what's going to happen tomorrow and all that fun jazz." I sighed.
"All right, let them know I stopped by?" Joe nodded and went on his way. I quickly got into my car and drove off the property. This time, I could tell they were angry.
Ever since I was little, the hotel had been haunted, and for what ever reason, the spirits had taken a likening to me. They never left me alone, and as I got older, they got more terrifying. I moved out of the hotel as soon as I turned eighteen and I refused to go back there, but the hauntings continued and my parents were getting fed up. So they called the Ghost Adventures Crew to see if they would investigate our hotel. To my surprise, GAC said yes.
As I pulled into the parking lot at my apartment, my cell phone started to go off. It was my mother.
"Hey mom," I said as I started my walk up to the forth floor where my apartment was located.
"I'm so sorry we missed you sweetheart! Are you okay?" I could hear the worry in her voice. Having GAC at our hotel meant that I would have to return home, and my mother knew that it was a lot to ask me, but I actually wanted to do it.
"I'm fine. A little scared but I'll be fine. Joe said you met with them today?"
"Oh yes! And let me tell you they are all nice gentlemen." I rolled my eyes. Mothers, they always had ulterior motives. "But they said that they want to start the interviews around noon. Will you be able to make it on time?"
"I'll be there mom. Don't worry." Tomorrow was a Saturday, and I took yoga classes in the morning. "But I got to go love you!" I didn't give my mother a chance to say goodbye before hanging up on her. I walked into my apartment and was greeted by my black cat, Gizmo. I picked him up and plopped down on the couch.
I couldn't believe that after ten years, I was actually going back to the hotel. It was insanity after everything that had happened to me. I had been in and out of therapy for several years because of it, and I was willingly going back? Something serious must be wrong with my brain.
I opened my eyes to see that I was lying in my bed in my old room at the hotel. Why was I here? I tried to roll over, to get out of bed, but I couldn't move. No, not again.
"Cecily…" a voice whispered. It was one of the male spirits. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to ignore the feeling of hands running up my legs.
"Why did you leave us Cecily?" A female. My breathing was becoming frantic.
"We love you honey, and you ran away from us." It was impossible to ignore them. Their voice kept getting louder, angrier. They had finally had enough. It felt like someone was holding a lighter to my stomach as they raked their nails down my arms and legs. I started screaming.
I sat up violently; throwing my cat on the ground. The morning news was playing on the television; I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I checked my arms and legs before letting out my breath. Checking the time, I saw that it was only 5:30. Well there was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep now. I wandered into my bedroom to look for some yoga pants; might as well go for a jog before yoga class. I pulled on the tight pants, found my favorite electric yellow sports bra, a white tank, and pulled on my black north face.
I pulled my hair back as I stepped out into the cool autumn morning. There was something relaxing about running in the morning. It took my mind off of things, like what I was getting myself into by going back to my childhood home. I crossed the street and found the path that laced through the woods. Not many people ran on this path. It was old, and there were horror stories surrounding it. I found it peaceful and serene. My friends thought I was crazy, but hey, maybe I was.
I was almost late to yoga that day. My run had lasted a bit longer then I had anticipated.
"There you are! I was beginning to worry," my best friend Aubrey said as I entered the Yoga room. She had been my best friend since middle school.
"Sorry, I had a bit of a hectic morning. Needed to get out and run." She nodded as I set up a yoga mate next to hers. I pulled off the north face and readjusted my hair.
"You excited to meet the Ghost Adventure's guys?" Aubrey asked with a huge smile on her face. She was a huge fan of their show and couldn't believe that they were going to be investigating the hotel.
"I'm not looking forward to going back home, I can tell you that much." Aubrey gave me a reassuring look. She was the only one outside of my immediate family that knew about what happened to me. Aubrey opened her mouth to say something right as the Yoga instructor walked into the room. I gave her an I'll be okay look as I tried to concentrate on what we were supposed to be doing. By the time class got over, I all ready knew I was going to be late.
"You want to go get some lunch?" Aubrey asked as we rolled up our mats.
"Sorry Hun, I can't. I'm supposed to be at the hotel like now." Aubrey laughed a little.
"Well good luck!" I waved goodbye as I literally ran to the car.
Zak's P.O.V
"I'm so sorry that Cecily is late. I told her to be here on time," Rachel Evans, the owner of the Witch's Hut Hotel pleaded.
"It's all right Mrs. Evans," Nick assured the woman. Truth is though, I was annoyed. Why was this girl late? She was the real reason we were here. We don't normally take calls, we pick our sites our selves, but from what Rachel Evans had said about her daughter, well we just couldn't refuse. This place had better be worth it, I thought to myself as I looked over the front lawn. Aaron, Nick, Rachel and Doug Evans and I were all sitting on the front porch waiting for Cecily's arrival. Rachel and Doug had given us the grand tour of this place, now we just had to interview their daughter to get the personal experiences. Finally, I thought as I saw a car pull up the drive.
"You boys ready?" I asked Aaron and Nick. They both grabbed their cameras while I tried to compose myself. I don't know why I was so angry with this girl. The three of us walked out onto the lawn with Mr. and Mrs. Evans fallowing us. We were almost to the car when Cecily got out. I stopped in my tracks. She was beautiful.
