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MexiFBI95: Thanks! I'm glad you liked my last story :) And the first guess you made about what's happening? It's so close it's a bit scary…

nat157s: thanks! I'm glad to hear you thought that…I was afraid people would think the first chapter was too boring…

Oryt: you think that was creepy? *evil grin* prepare yourself then… ;) A phobia of horrors? I'm guessing horror movies aren't really you thing then. Either way, I get it. I have Apiphobia. And psychological Fanfics? I'm kinda interested on what you mean by that. Anyways, thanks so much!

Just a Beatles Girl: thanks! And thanks so for the tip! Honestly, my proofreading is horrible. I just don't have an eye for it, but it seems like you do :)

Katlana Child: Thanks! That really means a lot! I've never heard of that movie, but I'm looking it up right now. It looks really good! I'm always up for a good horror movie :)

Jupal: Nightmare vortex…interesting interpretation…:) Thanks so much!

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I could remember my first ever case with the FBI. It wasn't officially my own case, whoever originally had it had been reassigned to a more important case and I was to complete theirs. Shawn was something like a mentor to me at the time. We were the same age, but since I had to switch majors half way through college he'd been in the FBI longer than I. He came with me, and I took it as he wanted to make sure I didn't make a rookie mistake. I didn't think the case was that big of a deal, but the things I saw there changed me. I saw a little girl in a hospital die, and her death was never even classified as a murder. I knew someone had killed her, and I thought I knew who did it. I was just too afraid to speak up, because if I was wrong it would land me in a world of trouble. I never said anything, and the fact that I did nothing haunted me forever. I always thought that was why I was afraid of hospitals, that and what happened with Shawn and I in Miami. That wasn't where it started though, it was the first bad experience that haunted me…

I shook these thoughts from my head. Of course this wasn't the same hospital, after the death of that poor little girl the place was shut down. I remembered reading in the newspaper that the girls mother had made sure the place had been converted to a nunnery after it was closed, but it had burned down a few years after it was founded. Based on this logic, this perfectly intact building couldn't possibly be the same building. Knowing someone would be inside because of the dark smoke coming from the small smokestack protruding from the building, I decided to seek help there. It took me a while to trudge through the grey snow, and when I finally climbed the small stone steps and reached the wooden door I was shivering from the cold. An old and rotting Christmas wreath had fallen off of the door, and I felt a weight drop in my stomach as I saw it. The little girl had died just before Christmas.

I knew this wreaths presence had to be a coincidence. It just had to be. Ignoring it, I knocked gently on the door. No response. I knocked harder, and this time the door came slightly ajar.

"Hello?" I called, peeking my head in the door "is anybody there?". It was completely dark inside, and after sticking my head in farther I crept in. I barely made it past the doorway when the door slammed behind me, without me even touching it. It startled me, and I whipped around to see what had caused it. There was nothing there, but being slightly paranoid about this I tried the handle, which broke off in my hand.

"Looks like I'm finding another way out" I whispered to myself. I wasn't really one to get scared that easily, but something about this place had me on-edge. Just hearing a familiar voice put me at ease, even of it was my own. Figuring I might as well check for service anyways, I reached for my phone to use as a light. But when reached in my pocket there was nothing there. It was gone, and so was my gun and everything else in my pockets.

Relax I told myself you probabaly just left everything in the car by mistake.

With nothing to light my way, I reached my hands in front of me and walked until I could feel smooth wood as I reached the other side of the room. I felt along the wall until I felt the cold metal of a door handle, and without a second thought I opened the first door I found and went through. I entered into a long hallway, and even though it was cloudy the dusty windows provided a small amount of light. It was still fairly dark, but at least I could see. I crept silently through the hallway, past several doors. I was half-way down the hallway when I saw it. A child, a girl I thought by the long hair, standing at the end of the hallway. The dust in the air gave her the appearance of being made of merely smoke, and she was looking directly at me. As I took a step closer she ran into a nearby open doorway, making no footsteps as she ran across the tile.

"Wait!" I called "come back!". I chased after her as fast as I could, but it seemed like this hallway never ended. By the time I reached the door she had disappeared in I was panting, I had thought the hallway was shorter than it actually was. I stood in the doorway and scanned the room, looking for the little girl. It was empty, but I recognized this room.

"No…" I whispered in shock, unable to believe what I was seeing. This room should be gone! It should have burned down years ago, all the memories it held long disappearing with the flames! Still panting, more so in fear now, I peeked my head back in to make sure my eyes hadn't deceived me.

They hadn't, I was right. This was the room where the little girls body was found. This was where she had died.