Hey guys long time no see. I was supposed to be working on My Jolly Sailor Bold. I want to but that means I would have to find my muse for the story and I just don't think I have it right now. I might later. I think part of the next chapter is written out. I can't remember so don't quote me on that. Anyways, I thought I would get go back to Spirited Away. I've been watching the movie CONSTANTLY. So yeah. Enjoy.

Remember I do not own Spirited Away or its characters. If I did there would have been an EPILOGUE OR A SEQUEL. All rights reserved for Studio Ghibli and Hayao Miyazaki. I just own the plot of the fanfic.

Chapter One: Return to the Spirit World

Eight years had passed since Chihiro had gone to the Spirit Realm. Eight years come and gone like a blink of an eye. Things were different now. She had grown to be a pretty young woman. She had graduated high school as well. She was also looking to getting into university. The young woman didn't remember a thing when it came to the Spirit Realm. Save for a promise she made to a boy. Did she remember the boy at all? No. She wished she could though.

Her parents were on a long holiday and thus weren't in the house. Her father had a lot of vacation time to use up before going back to the daily grind of his job. So it was just her there at the house. She had been out of the home for a few hours, picking up things like food and other necessities that were either out or nearly out throughout the first week of being home alone. So when things started happening around the house it was just Chihiro. Chihiro didn't believe in ghosts or hauntings. That was mostly folklore and things to tell children to scare them into sleeping in their rooms or something outlandish like getting them to eat their vegetables.

But all too soon things weren't in their places. Pots and pans were thrown around in the kitchen or broken glass was just randomly on the floor like someone had forgotten to clean it up. And this was all during the day when she was home before work. Night was something else entirely. She felt like a child doing this but didn't have much of a choice: she slept with a light on. It didn't help. Things moved then too. Something akin to demonic voices kept her up at night. She would wake up with bruises on her or scratches down her back or on her stomach. She was hardly getting any sleep.

Going to work wasn't much better either. The weird things followed her there too. People's personal belongings were thrown at her from out of nowhere. She even had a stapler chucked at her. She ended up being excused from work. Her boss didn't want anyone to die or get harmed by the odd things that were happening. He seemed to be a superstitious man. When random things weren't being thrown, broken, ran up and down on (floors, the stairs, on the roof) or disturbed in other ways an eerie disembodied voice would laugh or growl at her. It sent chills up and down her spine. This went on for almost two weeks. The mind games, the injuries and the lack of sleep were making her paranoid.

Finally Chihiro could not take it anymore. She ran out of the house, only the shoes and clothes she wore as her only possessions. She ran down the sloop of the hill her house was on and into the wooded area that she remembered coming in and out of when she was ten years old. Still the mind games didn't stop. Rocks, sticks, large branches were either thrown at her or pushed in her way. Hallucinations were forced into her head. She screamed running passed a stone statue and then over a small brook. The sunlight flitted through the trees as she ran.

She didn't even skid to a stop when she reached the identical stone statue she had passed a while back. She knew where she was: it was an entrance to the beginnings of an abandoned theme park built in the early 90s. She remembered her father talking about it when they went in the first time before going through it a second time to come out the other end to find dust had settled on her dad's car. She ran through the tunnel and passed the benches of a waiting room into a field of grass.

As she had done so, she felt the presence of whatever it was that had been playing with her for almost two weeks now being pulled away from her or off of her. Panting, still not sure if she was completely alone or not, Chihiro ran over some stones and up some steps. She stopped when she looked at the food stands. Apparently this abandoned theme park was still in busy. Though, something at very back of her mind told her not to get any closer to the stalls. Instead she ran to a bridge and collapsed there now completely spent and out of breath. Her eyes closed as she fought to get air into her lungs. Off in the distance (okay maybe not that distant after all) that loud eerie laugh came again sending chills up and down Chihiro's spine.

"It's just a bad dream," she croaked her voice coming out weak.

"I'm alone. Completely alone. No one's out to get me." she muttered.

Opening her eyes she looked down to see a train zoom by far below the bridge she was sitting on.

"There's a train." she muttered.

Still she was too weak to go over to the other side of the bridge. She did get up though and used the railing as a support for her until her legs stopped shaking and her breathing returned to normal.