It was the day of the show and I was psyched beyond belief. I didn't know what to do first. I was packing, I was changing, I unpacked and just brought some essentials. I changed again. I grabbed a jacket and headed down the stairs to meet John. I have to say I ain't rich but it was nice to have a schoffer, He was going to drop me off at Demon's alley.

"What your not wearing your Zak shirt?"

"Are you nuts! I'd wear it anywhere but not in front of him! Do I look like some obsessed Fan Girl?"

He shot me this look like who are you trying to kid.

"Well come on. We're burning daylight."

"Shit, hold on I forgot something." I said just as we were about to leave. I turned and ran back up to my bedroom.

"What now?" John said as I returned with the object in hand.

"What's that?"

"I forgot the digital recorder." I said waving the object in my hand in front of him. Before heading out the door and walking toward the car.

"Just were did you get one of those?"

"E bay...You know I love it!"

HONK! HONK!

"Come ooooooooooooooon...they're annoying me in here hurry up!" Shannon yelled from the from the front seat.

"OH God you brought the chuckle brothers with you!'

"And the chuckle sister!" Danielle said sticking her head out the back passenger window. I squeezed myself in between Shane and Danielle.

"So you gonna see any ghosts?"

"Don't know yet Shan. That's what the crew are hoping for."

"Did you bring your proton pack?"

"Shane that was Ghostbusters. This is Ghost Adventures."

"What about Slimer."

"Again Danielle that was GhostBusters."

2 hours and one annoying car ride later we pulled up to Demons alley.

"So this is the place?" John said a little apprehensively. As he pulled up to the gate.

"You have more courage than me Child. I don't even wanna get outta the car."

"Shannon you don't have to. I do." I popped the door open and flung my bag over my shoulder.

"Go with God child." Shane said giving me a mock blessing as I shut the back door and made my way up to the gate. I had to admit. I was a little weirded out. I looked down the road at the old abandoned house ahead of me, took a deep breath and walked through the gate.

The sun was maybe an hour from going down. I walked down the overgrown path. From what I heard about this place the Newark Watershed Commission owned the eight houses and patrolled it to keep trespassers out. That meant we were here with special permission. I was kicking up gravel with every step I took.

The closer I got to where we were going to spend the night the more apprehensive I got as I caught sight of the houses ahead. Then I happened to spot a van out of the corner of my eye.

That must be the guys van. I thought to myself. At least I hoped it was as I made my way over.

"So based on all the interviews I think these are the best places for the x-cams."

Once I heard that voice I knew I was defeintly in the right place. I walked over and stood behind Aaron looking over his shoulder at the map of the grounds.

"I'd watch out for bats in some of these places, I've heard some of them are full of 'em."

I quickly stepped back as Aaron jumped at the sound of my voice. Nick almost fell off his seat laughing at Aaron, and Zak just looked over at me. Feeling him stare at me mad me start to blush. So before I turned beet red I turned to Aaron.

"Sorry 'bout that, I didn't mean for you to almost catch a heart attack. I thought you guys heard me coming."

'You must be Jillian." Zak said as he got up and made his way towards me.

"Yeah, Jill, or J is fine."

"So do you know anything about Demon's alley?" Nick asked.

"Not much, I've read a story or two in Weird New Jersey, but that's about it."

"Weird New Jersey?" Aaron asked looking at me a little confused.

"It's a magazine that talks about strange places and things in New Jersey, they have books too, about stuff in New Jersey and another about all over the U.S."

"Wow into weird stuff. I like her all ready."Zak said this point Aaron had grabbed one of the cameras ans pointed it towards me and Zak.

"For those at home watching we're here with our contest winner Jill. We read your entry but why don't you tell the nice folks out there exactly what it is that you experienced."

I looked over at Zak with a deer in the headlights look. I didn't think I'd be doing much talking. I was never one for attention so having the camera on me was a little unnerving but I took a deep breath and I started to tell my story.

"I was nine years old and my mom, step – dad and sister had meen living in their new house in Elizabeth for about a year. I'd go and stay on weekends. This one weekend I was over it was only me my mom and my sister who was three at the time. My step-dad was working.

My mom had this little tent like thing that fit over the bed and she had it set up in my room. I was siting in the tent on the bed reading and I got the feeling someone was watching me, so I looked up because the tent had mesh holes in it so I could see out without unzipping the tent. I didn't see anyone. I passed it off and went back to reading. A few minutes later I had the same feeling. I looked up again and didn't notice anyone. I actually thought it was my mom checking in on me."

Zak interupted me. "And you didn't do anything?"

"No not just then. I went back to reading my book again. Another few minutes pass and this time the feeling of being watched got stronger like whoever was watching me was standing closer to me. I looked up again and nothing. So I yelled out o.k. Mom I know your there but I didn't get a response."

"You didn't think anything weird was going on then? He asked.

"Honestly no cuz my mom sometimes would do something like that and play a joke or scare me so I thought she was just playing around. So again I just went back to reading my book. This time I felt that someone was standing on the left side of my tent and they seemed a little mad so I peeked out and said ok mom it's getting old I know it's you what did you do duck down so I can't see you?"

"And you didn't get any answer?"

"Yeah I didn't get an answer so the next thing I feel was that someone was on my right side of the tent and when I looked up … this parts kind of hard to explain. I looked up and I physically saw the other side of my empty room but what I was mentally seeing and feeling was that I was staring into someones eyes and they were furious, it was a feeling of just pure hate. Like they wanted to hurt me. I unzipped the front of the tent and without looking back I went flying down the stares and was telling my mom. She came up to check when I said someone was in the room and she said there was no one there."

"I can see why you'd be scared. I'd be scared too if I saw someone like that.

"That's the thing. Physically I couldn't see anyone like I'm seeing you, but I saw something there. It just got worse as the day went on. Next to the room I stayed in when I would stay there was a small linen closet. Me and my mom were downstairs and she asked me to get something for her out of it. I walked upstairs and went to open the door. My hand got maybe a half inch from the handle and I pulled it back. I was afraid to open the door. As soon as I reached for the door I had … I don't know I guess like a vision or something. But I didn't want to open the door cuz I felt like if I did this guy was going to come running out and stab me, and they had that same anger, that same feeling of hate."

"Wow I take it you didn't open the door."

"Hell no I ran downstairs and told my mom. She of course went up and opened the closet. Of course nothing was there. What got to me is those weren't the only things I'd experienced there and every time I'd tell my mom she'd pass it off or make up some excuse. She said it was probably all the spooky stuff I liked, but even with all of that being as young as I was I couldn't make up something like that. It hurt me that she never believed me. The only two people that ever believed what I said happened there were my grandmother and my ex. I wouldn't tell anyone else cuz they'd think I was crazy."