Thanks for the reviews. … And a little note to "Sorry" in my reviews. Sure I accept your apology, and there was no need to apologize it was just your opinion and you're free to give it. … And no I don't want to kill you or tell you off. LOL We're all friends here… aren't we? No problem…. It's just that it hurt my feelings a little because everyone's been so nice and then I saw the all caps review and felt like you were yelling at me. I'm such a jerk … I get hurt way too easily. If you decide to keep reading, I hope you like the rest of the story. :-)
Ghost Hunters Weekend
Chapter seven
Later
Sam wasn't sure if the air was getting worse or if it was his injured ribs that were causing him to not to be able to get a decent breath. He looked around at his fellow captives and so far they didn't seem to be having any trouble breathing, but he knew it was only a matter of time before they began to complain of the lack of oxygen. So far he hadn't seen any sign of the Shamray, maybe it had left. He knew there was no reason for the spirit to hang around the prison unless it liked the idea of having trapped victims. Or maybe the spirit had gone into Dean's section, he hoped not. Sam knew that there was a possibility everyone trapped with him in the dungeon might die, if not from the spirit, then from lack of oxygen. As far as he knew Dean's group was at least getting air from somewhere and had a chance of surviving as long as the spirit didn't cross into their area. He still hadn't found his gun, he had searched for over an hour but the lack of oxygen finally took its toll on him and he had to stop to rest. He knew it had to be somewhere in the cave but where? He slowly walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Dean?" He asked when he heard someone answer.
"Yeah."
"How's it going?"
"Right now we're just trying to get an air hole poked through so you can breathe. After we establish that we'll start digging again."
"Just hurry." Sam could tell the air was getting worse by the minute, sooner or later the rest of his group would figure out what was happening and if that happened they could start to panic and use up the oxygen even quicker.
"Did you find your gun?"
"No…. it could be anywhere." Sam looked back into the dark cave. A few of the dim lights at the floor of the cave were still lit after the explosion but they didn't go back into the cave very far. The dungeons where the prisoners used to be kept were directly below the prison and the rest of the cave wasn't used. If Carol threw his gun back there it could be right in front of him and he still wouldn't see it.
"Did you have any more run ins with the Shamray?"
"No, it just seemed to disappear."
The brothers both knew the spirit could return at any moment or never, there was no way of telling.
"Maybe it's gone." Dean said hopefully.
"I don't know….." Sam looked around at the group of people on his side; they all appeared to be fine. "….maybe. …. How's digging to the outside going?"
If only they could break through to the outside then they could get help. Right now they had no idea if anyone outside even knew what had happened. They had to have heard the explosion but nobody lived close enough to the prison to realize that the explosion had happened in the prison, plus the prison was normally closed for the season so no one would know anyone was inside unless they actually saw the group head into the prison.
"It's going slow. We have to remove the rocks carefully so the hole we're digging doesn't collapse, but we are making progress getting through to you. It shouldn't be that much longer before we at least get an air hole through."
It was then Dean heard a woman scream over the phone.
"Sam what's going on?"
Even though Sam had been keeping an eye out on the group the spirit had somehow slinked along the grey wall successfully blending in with it and now appeared to have entered a man who stood against the wall holding a discarded pickax in his hands.
"Oh shit…." Sam mumbled.
"Sammy?" Dean listened as Sam put the phone down and walked toward the man.
Sam knew that somehow he had to keep the man from hurting anyone, but how? His gun was still missing and there was no way to draw the spirit out of the man without it. The rest of his group began screaming in fear and some of them began running off deeper into the cave drawing the spirit's attention to them. Sam quietly walked up behind the man. The only thing he could think of to do was to knock the man out, at least then he couldn't hurt anyone and hopefully the spirit would leave him and disappear back into the cave, at least for awhile. He was just about to grab the man and put him in a headlock when the man spun around his weapon raised high above his head.
TBC
