A/N: This has been on my laptop unfinished for probably two years. Today I read it and decided to upload it because there aren't that many Ghost Adventures fics and plus because I felt like it. Now, I have no idea where this story will go from here but if you guys review and want me to finish it..I will.

Zak Bagans stared at the picture in his hand, a million emotions passing through him. Sadness – at the violent, premature death this young no named woman suffered. Anger – at whatever or whoever caused it. But most of all Zak felt awe – at the woman's beauty. From what he'd heard this woman and 74 other people burned alive in a clip joint and now was believed to haunt this place.

"Zak...Zak!" He was jolted back to reality when he heard Aaron ask, "Dude, you ok? You've been staring at that thing for ten minutes." Zak absently nodded and placed the picture back in its spot in the glass display in the foyer of the New Amsterdam Theater in NYC. He, Nick, and Aaron were eleven minutes into their lockdown.

Zak cleared his throat, "Yeah I'm fine." He ignored their looks as he readjusted his hand-held camera and nodded down a long, pitch black hallway. "Let's go down there." Aaron and Nick agreed and followed. All three failed to see the young woman in a 1920's dress stare sadly at them before fading into the shadows.

When they were halfway down the hallway Zak put a hand up and they all stopped. He ordered, "Nick, hand me your digital recorder. I'm-" The sound of footsteps behind Aaron made him pause. "Did you hear that?" He didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed the recorder from Nick, pressed record, and held it out in front of him. "If anybody is with us can you speak into this red light on our digital recorder? It won't hurt you. It's just a way for us to communicate."

The young woman from the photograph told the two fellow ghosts beside her. "I told you they weren't dangerous!"

Jack, who died here in the fire of '54, huffed. "I don't trust them." The two looked to the younger one, Frank who also died in the fire of '54. "I agree with Jack. I'm staying as far away from them as I can. You should too." Jack nodded, satisfied, then he and Frank disappeared. The young woman frowned, she thought they were quite nice. The three strangers just wanted to talk and it did get lonely here sometimes. Jack and Frank and the other ghosts usually ignored her. She wanted someone to talk to... As another man asked one of them to show themselves a small smile appeared as a brilliant idea hit her. She was going to communicate with them.

Zak opened his mouth to ask another question when he, Nick, and Aaron got hit with a class A EVP. A woman's voice, clear as day, asked "Hello? Anyone there?"

Aaron's eyes went wide and Nick tightened his hold on the camera. "Oh my god. Did you hear that?!" He barely finished his sentence before a small bang from down the hall made them freeze.

After five seconds, Zak started running down the hallway in front of them, Aaron and Nick jogging after him. Zak yelled over his shoulder, "I'm pretty sure this hallway leads to the theater."

As soon as all three arrived in said theater they split up, Zak moving towards the stage while Nick moved towards the far left and Aaron stayed by the door. Nick raised his voice, "Are you the one that just spoke to us? Did you also make that bang?" The woman who had faded and reappeared right behind the one that looked the most scared.

"Boo!"

He jumped and quickly turned. "Oh my god. Oh my god. That was right in my ear, bro." She giggled at the panic in his voice then clamped a hand over her mouth.

The tallest one, the leader she supposed, shushed him. "Can you make yourself seen? We want to see who is playing with us right now." A long pause as they waited and she considered if she should do that. Jack always said not to, that if they show themselves these people will just keep coming back and he wanted them gone...then again she was having too much fun.

She debated about it for a moment and right when she decided to show herself Zak asked, "Are you the girl that was in the picture? Are you the one that died in the club on New Years?"

Suddenly sadness fell over her like a blanket. No one had mentioned that in almost 85 years. She let out a soft sigh that went unheard as it all came rushing back.

The screaming.

The crying.

The pleas for help.

And the smell of burning flesh.

"I bet it gets lonely here." The three men were blindly looking around for the source of the bang and the voice earlier.

Her lower lip trembled as she whispered, "85 years of being alone."

Zak's eyes widened and he turned to Nick and Aaron. "Holy shit did you hear that."

Nick nodded, "Look at my arms, man." Zak shone the flashlight at the man's arms. Goosebumps covered the flesh.

Update : I noticed I spelled Zak's name wrong so It's being corrected!