Well, I haven't written anything for a VERY long time, and I have left some stories unfinished. So I'm starting new and fresh! Thanks =]

Ok I don't own anything associated with the X-files. I do however own this computer and my imagination. =]

The tree's formed a wall of green and brown all around him. The fog dipped low obscuring his vision of the forest floor. The sun, though it tried, couldn't break through the mass of branches and leaves. Sounds of wildlife echoed around, if he hadn't been in this situation before he would have been frightened, though he would never admit it. He continued forward, a map in his hands. He had been walking for what seemed like miles until he came to a clearing. A large Victorian house stood in the middle. Draped in a blanket of fog and moss. An evil smiled played along the mans lip's. He circled the spot on his map, folded it in his bag and turned and walked back into the forest.

2:15 p.m

FBI Building

Basement Office

His tie and jacket had been thrown over the back of his chair. His top button left undone, a small stain on his collar. His hair wasn't much of an improvement, it was sticking out in all directions, almost as if he had been electrocuted. His hands rested on his stomach as he stared at the array of pencils above his head. Fox Mulder was dying of heat, while his partner Dana Scully sat up stairs in the air-conditioned office of their boss, Walter Skinner, possibly receiving a new case. Mulder was about to make his way to the elevator when the clack of his partner's heels could be heard. Dana Scully walked in as though the awful heat did not, in any way, bug her. Her cream colored skirt, matched with a midnight blue blouse was perfect and not a strand of her red hair was out of place. Mulder envied her at the moment, after looking down at his own appearance.

Scully eyed her partner then raised her eyebrow, "nice look Mulder, going for grunge?"

Mulder rolled his eyes and smiled, "It is like an oven in here."

Scully smirked then placed a file on his desk then perched on the edge. Mulder grabbed the file.

"I remember when Skinner called me into retrieve those."

"Yes, until you accepted every single one."

"Well, what are we in for?"

"A young man, camping said that he came across this house in the middle of nowhere, he entered the house."

"He just walked in?"

"I believe so, he said the house looked like no one had lived in it for generations. Anyways, when he went in, he said that he could hear voices and somehow he had managed to lock him self in. After he didn't come back after a day, his girlfriend, who he had left at the campsite, hiked back and found the local police. They searched the house and found him sitting in the middle of the floor mumbling something about ghosts and a man named Michael Du'Name."

"Du'Name?"

Scully nodded and continued, "He said that the man kept trying to kill him because he didn't know where, get this, his precious Danasa, was. The local authorities went back to the house and found no man or anything. The young man, Ben, was put in a hospital. He swears there is a ghost in the house."

"So we are going to a house because a guy thinks its haunted?"

"A few days later Ben went missing. They found him in the old house, dead. With a note next to him. I will find my Danasa. The local authorities did not want to deal with "ghost hunts" and one of the deputy's said he knew someone who would like it. And then the file ended up in Skinners hands."

Mulder sighed, "This sounds completely ridiculous."

"That's what I said. But Skinner said we had nothing better to do, so this is now our problem"

28 hours later.

Dinking forest, Vermont.

"How much farther?"

Deputy Mike Delis turned and looked at the small red head.

"I would say about 10 minutes."

"Thank goodness."

Mulder laughed at his partner. He knew that she hated hiking, and camping.

Deputy Delis grabbed the map from his pocket and smiled. This would be easier then he thought.

"Oh and I forgot to mention, Ana Bowel is another deputy and she will be waiting for us."

Scully stopped, "Who is that, you never mention her before."

"She wanted to help out. This is the first interesting thing to happen to her. But don't worry she wont get in the way."

Mulder glanced at Scully. She didn't look happy.

Scully glanced at her watch, it was around 6 in the evening, but you would think it was later. The tree's refused to let the sun in.

"I hate wilderness."

Mulder laughed, "We are almost there, calm down."

Scully was beginning to think that she was going to be stuck in the forest forever when the tree's cleared and Victorian house loomed infront of them.

"Wow."

Mulder nodded.

"Hello!"

Mulder and Scully looked up to see a short chubby woman walking there way.

"Im Ana! You must be Mulder and Scully."

When Ana was close enough she shook the hands of the two agents.

Mike walked off ignoring the young deputy.

Mulder and Scully smiled and walked towards the house.

"This thing is huge."

"Yes. Huge."

Mulder turned towards Ana, "Have you been in the house yet?"

"Oh no, I was told I was not allowed to go in alone. So I have sitting on the porch." She smiled a smile big enough to over shadow the house.

Mulder leaned into Scully, "She kind of scares me."

Scully nodded in reply.

Mike cleared his throat. "Lets get inside, I do believe it is going to rain."

Thunder rumbled in the distance to prove his point. All four of them rushed into the house.

Ana began walking along the wall.

Mike sighed, "Bowel what are you doing?"

She smiled, "Looking for a light switch."

Scully snorted.

Mike looked at her, "There is no electricity here."

Ana seemed to be in her own little world. "Ah ha!"

A strange rumble echoed through the house, nothing happened.

Scully walked towards the fireplace, "Were going to have to light this, and some of these candles."

Mike pulled out a lighter and made his way to the fireplace and slowly began to light the candles. The room lit up in a few minutes.

Outside the rain pounded the windows.

Ana stood by the door, "I left my jacket out on the stairs."

She twisted the knob and went to open it the door did not budge.

Mulder standing next to her, turned around and watched her struggle with the door.

"Here let me."

Ana moved back as Mulder tried to open the door.

Scully who had been watching nudged Mike.

"What's going on?"

"The door wont open."

Mike walked over, "What do you mean it wont open." He grabbed the handle and tried to open it.

"Check the windows."

The four of them spanned out and tried to open the windows. They wouldn't budge.

"There is no service out here either. We can't even call for help."

A few hours passed and the four of them had given up on the door and were upstairs.

"We need sleeping arrangements."

Scully nodded.

"There are only three rooms."

Mulder sighed.

Ana smiled.

Mike looked bored. "I have no intention of sharing a room with anyone." And he walked into the nearest room.

Ana smirked and walked backwards to the door behind her, "I snore." She quickly closed the door.

"Really?"

"Well I guess we are bunkmates!" Mulder skipped to the last door and opened it.

"Nice."

Scully walked into the room. A large bed sat in the middle of the room. It was draped in silk and satin curtains. The walls were a crème color. A vanity and dresser took over the wall in front of them. A picture window on the other side.

"This must have been very nice a long time ago."

Beside the bed on the wall hung a picture frame. The picture inside was cut and pieces were missing.

Another door led to a small bathroom and a closet.

"This is going to be fun!"

Scully snorted, "sure."

Mulder was laying on the bed in all his clothes.

"I'm going to change." Scully grabbed her bag and made her way to the bathroom. When she emerged, Mulder was snoring.

She hit the pillows and was surprised when she wasn't suffocated with a cloud of dust. She shrugged and crawled into the bed. She passed out immediately.

Mulder couldn't sleep, like normal. He rolled over to find his partner was not in bed. He sat up and grabbed his flashlight. "Scully?"

There was no answer. He knew that Scully would not go off alone. He turned so that the flashlight beam was aimed at the bathroom door. It was open and empty. He walked out into the hallway. "Scully?" he still received no answer.

He walked to Ana's room and pushed open the door. He scanned the room; Scully was not in there. Ana grunted and rolled over. Mulder closed the door. He made his way to Mike's room. There was light creeping out of the cracks of the doorframe. He opened the door. Mike was asleep. Scully stood in the middle of the room.

Mulder stepped forward and the floorboard creaked. Mike opened his eyes and sat up.

"What the hell Mulder?"

Mulder pointed. Mike followed.

Scully stood in the middle of the room. She was wearing a long white gown with lace around the top. Her hair had been pinned up as though she was going to a ball. A necklace hung from her neck, a diamond in the middle that spanned out like a spiders web. She seemed to be glowing, as though candles surrounded her. Her face was white, she look porcelain. Perfectly Porcelain. Her blue eyes were shinning, almost hypnotic. Her feet were also hovering 3 inches off the ground

Ok, well that is the first chapter, kind of long… but I hope everyone enjoyed it.

Please r&r!! Thanks bunches