Yo. This is my first attempt at a Sixth Sense fanfic. The one movie that made me afraid to turn the light off…anyway, please enjoy and tell me what you think, please and thank you!

Cole never felt comfortable walking past the old home on the corner of his street. He walked past it everyday when he was going to and from school. Every time he passed the large looming building he got chills. He even dared to look up and into several different windows but nothing was there. Nothing is ever there. He often overheard people talking about that particular old house at school. Just about how it's so old and run down, or at least that's what teachers say when students ask them. What he hears from kids is that it's haunted. If it was, Cole would be able to see the ghosts. Since he saw nothing he didn't entirely believe them.

"Hey, freak!" someone called out to him. Cole took his gaze off the building and looked behind him. One of the older boys he's seen at the high school was walking over to him, his goon's right by his side. There was only one girl there though, and she looked fairly uncomfortable.

"Do I know you?" Cole asked as calmly as he could. He recognized the boy from the hallways, but he didn't know his name.

"No, but I sure know about you. The name is Gabe." He pushes Cole's shoulder, knocking him back closer to the house. Cole flinched but didn't run away. He had to learn to stand up for himself.

"I hear you're crazy. You see stuff, eh kid?" Gabe pushed him again. Oh how much Cole wished that he could run away…he knew it wouldn't be wise though. Once more Gabe nudged him and Cole found himself pressed against the cold chipping brick wall of the old building.

"I…I don't…"

"Oh really? Then you can go in the house and won't find anything, eh?"

"Right." Cole said shakily. Gabe snickered and rolled his head back to laugh. When Gabe turned to face his friends Cole thought it was a good chance to leave. He was wrong. Gabe grabbed Cole's shoulder just as he was about to leave.

"Oh, you are such a bad liar short stuff. You are going in there, and when you come out you tell me what you see, alright?" Gabe pushed him against the building again.

"But I don't want to go in there." Cole said. Gabe leaned in so he was right in Cole's ear.

"Too bad." Gabe whispered with a grin. He gripped Cole's jacket and dragged him across the concrete. Cole fought back as best he could, kicking his legs and scratching at Gabe's hands, trying to get him to let go. He picked at the skin, pealing the knuckle skin back and letting drips of blood ooze to the surface. He tripped as Gabe started dragging him up the stairs to the small porch.

"Hey, Gabe, that's not funny, he really doesn't want to go in." the only girl in the group spoke up. Gabe looked back just as he put his hand on the handle. Cole had a strong surge of pain pulse through his head. Something bad was in there, he could tell.

"Oh, all right. How bout I just drop him off in here, eh?" he swung the door open and threw Cole in, then slammed the door shut.

Inside Cole was left in the darkness. He got up and ran to the door, gripping frantically for the handle and shaking it, ramming the door, pulling it, pushing against it, anything to get out. Gabe held steady. Cole started to scream.

"Gabe, stop! Let him out!" the girl snapped, storming up the stairs and hitting him. They both froze when his screaming stopped.

"Fine, fine Kristen, relax." Gabe said, he let go of the door and walked down the stairs.

"He can get out on his own." Gabe chuckled.

Cole started screaming for someone to get him out, but Gabe kept the door shut firmly. When he stopped screaming for one second to take a breath a chill went up his spine and he heard a small female voice.

"Can you find me…?" it said. "…find me…" Cole let go of the door and looked over his shoulder. It was dark, but in the light coming from one of the windows he saw bare feet.

"Can you find me…?" it said again. It sounded…happy. Happy, playful, kind, slightly shy…and a little lonely. The voice belonged to whoever the feet belonged to. On the other side of the door he heard footsteps leaving the building.

"Find me…yet…? Anyone…"

Cole swallowed, his throat was suddenly dry. The feet shuffled slightly and the sound of swaying clothes was barely heard in the musty silence of the house.

"I…I found you…" Cole said bravely. The sound stopped and the toes on the foot stuck up like they were stretching. They stepped forward and Cole prepared himself to see either a sick child like the one he helped at the funeral, or a mangled one. The feet moved forward and the figure was revealed in the sunlight.

It was neither sick nor disfigured. She looked like any normal five year old. She was very cute with her big sparkly green eyes and short dirty blond hair that was pulled back in a side ponytail. She had a hospital gown on though, which confused Cole. The building wasn't a hospital.

"Your turn." She said happily with a smile. The room was suddenly lightened – just barely – but it was enough for him to see where he was going. He didn't hide. He, instead, followed the girl.

"Wait!" he called. She kept running up the stairs. He called out again, and she stopped at the top.

"No silly, you have to hide from me! We aren't playing tag!" she giggled when Cole caught up. He was amazed at how many stairs there were.

"We aren't playing anymore. I'm Cole. What's your name?" he asked nervously.

"My…name? My name is…is…" she seemed like she didn't remember her name. "I remember! I remember! My name is Echo!"

"Echo…?" Cole repeated.

"Uh-huh, Echo. They called me that because I repeat things." She beamed, looking at her feet as she swayed side-to-side. "Repeating things is fun. Very fun."

"Is there something you want me to do?" Cole asked, thinking that this ghost, Echo, had something she wanted from him…but then again they usually come to him first.

"I want you to hide, so I can find you! Go hide! Go hide!" she said, running away again. It didn't seem like Cole had a choice. He wandered down the opposite hall, bumping into random tables set up to hold flowers and such. He looked at a door and decided to go in there. He reached for the door, but a hand gripped his before he could touch the cold looking handle. Cole couldn't help but jump in surprise. His gaze traveled from the hand to the hospital band on the wrist, up the arm to the shoulder, and then to the face.

It wasn't Echo like he first thought. It was a boy with a slightly larger forehead than most seven year olds and large round eyes that drooped slightly like he was half asleep. His eyes were a golden brown and he had a small scar over his left eye. His hair was very close cut and somewhat spiky charcoal black color. He was in a child sized hospital scrub. The boy lifted his hand that was gripping Cole tightly, let go and swung Cole's hand down.

"Nobodies allowed in there." He said coldly. Cole stared at him.

"Jynx! Jynx!" Echo's voice called. Both of them looked over to where her voice came from. "Jynx~!" she ran over, jumped, and tackled the boy.

"Jinks?" Cole asked. The boy pushed Echo off of him and stood up. He gripped Echo's hand and pulled her behind him.

"No, no, not Jinks. Jynx. J-Y-N-X." Echo spelled with a smile. The boy scowled and pushed Echo farther behind him and acted like a shield.

"Don't talk to him Echo; he says strangers aren't welcome here." Jynx snarled.

"But he was playing hide-and-seek with me…he was playing!"

"I play with you." Jynx mumbled.

"Yes, but he's new! I like playing with new people!"

"E-excuse me, but why can't I go in the room?" Cole butted in.

"Nobody can." Jynx said, turning his attention back to Cole.

"Can I please?"

"He said you can't go in there." Jynx said matter-of-factly.

"Aws, but he asked nicely!" Echo chimed in.

"No, nobody can get in!" Jynx yelled, clearly frustrated. He let out a small yelp of pain and gripped at his head. Echo shrieked in surprise when Jynx fell to his knees, clawing at his head with his long fingers. Cole, seeing his chance, reached for the door and tried the handle. It was locked.

"I…told you." Jynx groaned, looking up at him. Cole held out his hand, and after a moment of examining it, Jynx grabbed on and let him help him up.

"Are you ok?" Cole asked.

"My head…hurts. But it's not weird…or different…ow…" Jynx began to rub the scar gently.

"How did…"

The locked door next to them began rattling and shaking and a loud screaming came from behind it. It was so mixed together that Cole could barely understand it. He could make out bits of it, most of them sounding like whoever was in there was screaming for help. Cole went for the door again and tugged at the handle.

"HELP! LET ME OUT!!!" the voice screamed. Cole pulled on the door with all his strength. It wouldn't budge.

"You can't get him out; we've been trying for years." Jynx said over the screaming. There was a loud thud and sobbing sounds came from the room.

"Don't you have a key?" Cole asked worriedly.

"…Echo, go find the Fortune Teller." Jynx ordered. Echo nodded silently, the smile vanished. Echo let go of Jynx's hand and ran down the hall. Jynx beckoned Cole to follow him as he wandered down the hall. He opened another door to a small bedroom.

"I never let Echo come in here…" Jynx mumbled as Cole walked in. the boy felt around for a light switch. The light flashed on when he clicked it accidentally. Cole's eyes widened when he saw what was sprawled out on the floor.