"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Jeff whimpered as he clung to Chris for dear life. They, Matt and Jay and were all hiding together in one of the nearby rooms and they could all hear Evan, Kelly and Adam screaming at the top of their lungs. The screaming was doing absolutely nothing to help the situation and Matt was the only one among them that had kept any resemblance of his cool.

"Do you think the spiders are getting them too?" Jay asked. He was standing on the table and holding a lamp like it was a baseball bat.

"They could be," Chris said, eyeing the door like the spiders were going to come bursting through it at any moment. "Shit, did you see the way they just came busting out of Layla?"

"Of course I did! I was there!" Jay shook his head and tightened his grip on the lamp. "Can you just imagine what they did to her? What they could do to us?"

Jeff whimpered and buried his face against Chris. He could imagine what the spiders had done very well and he would like to not do it anymore. Normally he never even flinched at the sight of spiders but this incident in itself made him absolutely terrified of them. He had never seen anything like that before and he never ever wanted to see anything like it before. He hadn't even thought anything like that could ever be possible. Of all the times to be wrong…

"Would you guys chill for three seconds?" Matt snapped, glaring back at all of them. "You are not helping at all!"

"Well what the fuck else are we supposed to do?" Jay asked while Chris hugged Jeff. "Huh? Tell me oh wise one. What are we supposed to do?"

"Not freak out-"

"Not freak out? Spiders just exploded out of Layla's body! This is the perfect time to panic!"

Matt took several deep breaths in order to keep himself from snapping at his boyfriend. Even though Jay's panicking wasn't doing any good, snapping at him and starting an argument would be just as bad at this point. "Jason, sweetheart, I know panicking seems like the thing to do right now because I want to do it too. But panicking now isn't going to do anything but make things worse. So can you possibly try to stay calm? Just for me?"

Jay gulped and glanced at Chris and Jeff, who hardly cared what path he chose at the moment. They were more than willing to let Matt take charge of the situation and follow his lead and they were also more than willing to follow Jay into a blind panic. "Okay," he said slowly, nodding to Matt and showing that he was going to try to calm down. "But if there are more spiders I make no promises to how I'll react."

Matt nodded. "Fine." He knew that was going to be the best answer he was going to get out of Jay at the moment so he wasn't going to push it.

"So if we're not panicking then what the hell are we going to do then?" Chris asked.

"Well I don't know about you, but I suggest we leave," Matt replied. "Shocking I know, but given the circumstances…" He said more than that but Jeff didn't hear him. He was staring out the window, his mind still freaking out even though he appeared to be calm on the outside. He wanted to run, just run like the fucking wind and never look back. His legs were refusing to work for him no matter how much his brain screamed at them to work.

"Jeff?" Chris said gently, cupping his face in his hands and kissing him to get his attention. "Baby?"

Jeff blinked and shook his head. "I'm fine," he lied. His stomach was churning violently in his stomach and he almost threw up a little bit in his mouth but he forced it back down before that could happen.

"Yeah and I'm the queen of England," Chris shot back. He tightened his grip on Jeff and looked at Matt. "Beam us out of here Scotty."

Matt nodded and waited for Jay to jump off the table and grab his arm before cautiously opening the door and peering out of it. "No spiders…where the hell did they go?"

"Who the hell cares?" Jay asked. "If they're not there let's go! Let's go let's go let's go!"

"Okay okay!" Matt said quickly. "Calm down!" He led them out of the room, pretty much letting Jay jump on his back just in case any spiders decided to sneak up on them. Chris and Jeff followed close behind them, Chris almost dragging Jeff along because his legs were practically useless on him. "Come on baby, keep it together for me," Chris pleased, covering Jeff with reassuring kisses. "Come on, just hold it together. We'll be out of here before you know it. You just gotta keep going."

Jeff nodded and forced himself to walk faster, his heart pounding inside his chest harder and harder as they got closer and closer to the front door. In the back of his mind he was wondering if they should try to get the others to come with them but he squashed that thought as fast as he possibly could. It wasn't anything personal, but he was more concerned about himself, Chris, Matt and Jay all getting out over everyone else. The others were all capable human beings. They could escape on their own without being rescued (hopefully anyway).

"Almost there," Matt said under his breath as they were halfway down the stairs. "Almost there almost there…" He stopped suddenly and almost fell face first on the ground when Chris and Jeff collided with him. "Oh fuck."

"What?" Chris asked sharply. "Don't say oh fuck. I don't like that saying. That's a bad bad saying."

"Well it's fitting," Matt replied, panic starting to rise in his voice as Jay stared up ahead with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Because the front door is gone."

"What?" Jeff yelled. He forced his legs to work so he could move away from Chris and make his way further down the stairs. Much to his horror, there was no front door anymore. There was just a wall where it used to be and no matter how hard he stared at it, it refused to change back. "No no no…" He ran the rest of the way down the stairs and began to pound on the wall as hard as he could. "God damn it let me out!" he shouted. "Let me out let me let me out!" He started pounding on the wall even harder, screaming in frustration when he wasn't let out.

"Jeff I don't think that's going to do anything baby," Chris said with a shake of his head.

"Of course it's not," Jay snapped. "He's not doing it right." He let go of Matt and shoved Jeff out of the way. "Let me handle this." He began ramming his shoulder against the door, just like he would do if he was trying to burst through a door. But since there was no door, he just ended up hurting himself instead. "Ow!"

"Maybe we should just go out a window instead," Matt suggested.

"NO!"

Jeff looked up the staircase and saw Randy, Adam, Evan and Kelly all running down the stairs. "What do you mean no?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Jay said. "And why are you still alive? I heard you all screaming and thought you got offed by the spiders!"

"Dude, forget the fucking spiders!" Adam snapped. "The windows are fucking possessed!"

Chris blinked, not quite believing what he had heard. "What?" he said in disbelief. "What do you mean possessed?"

"Kofi tried to escape through the window and the window shut on its own and chopped him in half," Randy explained quickly. "That's what the fuck we mean."

"Are…are you serious?" Matt stammered out in shock.

Kelly's face twisted into something quite ugly and she suddenly launched herself at Matt so she could grab his shirt and begin shaking him. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD WE BE KIDDING ABOUT THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH?"

Matt just stood there, too stunned to respond. Kelly promptly burst into tears and Evan quickly pulled her into a hug and rocked her back and forth. "We have to get out of here," he said softly. "We gotta get out now."

"I agree but there's no door!" Jay reminded everyone, making large dramatic hand motions where the door used to be. "See? No door! And if the windows are possessed like you say they are-"

"We're fucked," Jeff concluded. He sank down to the ground and rubbed his face, trying to wrap his head around the news of Kofi's death and the even worse reality of their situation. Kofi had been a cool dude and Jeff felt pain in his loss, even though the two of them hadn't been that close. And the fact that he had been killed trying to escape from this place just made it that much worse. If he died trying to escape, what did that mean for the rest of them? Were they all going to die too? Why was this happening to them? What had they done to deserve this shit?"

"What the hell do we do?" Evan asked, hesitantly breaking the very horrible silence that had fallen over the group.

"My vote is we find Mark," Matt said because nobody else attempted to answer. "If anyone can get us out of this, its him. And even if he can't, I would rather be around him in case more shit goes down."

Adam nodded along. "I hate to do this but I agree with Matt. If we're hiding behind anyone, we should behind him. He can work the mojo bullshit while James scares the scary stuff away. I mean, who the fuck would try to mess with him?"

"Well…this is a one unsatisfactory bitch of a situation," James commented as he stared at Layla's body. After the spiders had all mysteriously disappeared, Mark and Glenn had decided to go back and examine Layla's body and look for the little Mary girl that had been there. Mark had tried to get James to stay behind in another room but James hadn't been hearing that. He knew from watching hundreds of horror movies over the years that splitting up was the worst thing a person could do in this situation so he wasn't about to play that game. They were all sticking together and that was the end of the discussion.

"I think that's kind of understating it," Phil said as he stayed as close to Glenn as he could. He wanted to be anywhere else but in that room, but where Glenn went he followed. He was a good puppy like that. "Look at this! Have you fucking ever seen anything like this before?"

"Well I eviscerate people all the time so yeah I have," James replied. "Although there's usually no spiders inside the bodies waiting to jump out at me."

"Yeah really," Cooper agreed. He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it up, which made James narrow his eyes at him. "What?" he said innocently. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What have I told you about smoking?" James said. He snatched the cigarette out of Cooper's mouth and stomped on it. "I told you I didn't want you doing that shit."

"Oh come on Dad! I'm twenty fucking eight years old. I can smoke if I want."

"Wanna bet?"

"Can you two just shut up for two seconds?" Mark asked impatiently. "In case you haven't noticed, now is not exactly the time to be doing this bullshit argument you've done a thousand times before. Lawson, if the boy wants to get lung cancer and die, let him. Just let him do it quietly so I can figure out where the fuck that girl went."

"Fuck you dick licker," Cooper snapped, kicking Mark in the hips and making him groan in pain.

"Oh yes, that's very mature," Glenn said sarcastically. "Yes we're being haunted by shit but lets take the time to stop and argue like children. You know, because that's the SMART thing to do." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Fucking idiots."

James flipped Glenn off but didn't verbally disagree with him because he knew he was right (even though he would never ever admit that). "So what exactly are we dealing with here Mark Mark?" he asked. "Think the ghost girls had anything to do with the spiders in Tweedle's tummy?"

Mark shook his head. "I can't say for sure. It's a possibility but it could be something else entirely."

"Well fuck, who cares what it is?" Cooper said impatiently. "Let's just fucking ditch this place. I'm sick of this bullshit."

"Lucy don't want us to leave though," Connor reminded him fearfully. "She told me we were going to die here and she meant it."

Cooper shook his head. "Fuck that bitch. I'll fucking walk out of here alive and laugh in her face. We'll see how she likes that."

James grinned and ruffled Cooper's hair affectionately. "That's the spirit my boy." He always believed all the boogeymen people believed in only had their power because the people gave them their power. If nobody believed in the shit, the power would be no more. It was so simple he figured a caveman could get it but apparently that wasn't the case.

Mark shook his head at them and stood back up. "We have to find that Mary girl. If she's not doing this then she might know where that Lucy bitch is."

"I don't wanna find Lucy," Connor whimpered. He grabbed on to James and buried his face into his shirt. "I don't like her. She-"

"Connor. Oh Connor. Come play with me Connor. Forever and ever and ever."

A look of sheer terror spread across Connor's face and he just about fainted on the spot. "Connor," the little girl called out again. "Why won't you come out and play with me? This is rude you know. Very very rude."

"Son of a bitch," James growled. He handed Connor off to Cooper and left the room, with Mark and Glenn right on his heels (Phil and Cooper both poked their heads out the door but didn't come all the way out).

"Oh hello," Lucy said, trying to make herself sound as cute and innocent as possible. "Can you get Connor to come play with me. I'm really lonely and could use a friend."

"How about I don't?" James countered. "And how about you stay the fuck away from my son? How does that sound?"

"Lawson…" Mark said uneasily, grabbing onto James's shoulder and attempting to pull him back as Lucy grinned. Her pure black eyes were fixed only on James but he refused to flinch. He was about to be intimidated, no matter what this little bitch was.

Lucy pouted her lips and shook her head. "But Connor is so much fun to play with. I love to hear him scream-"

James growled and took a couple of steps towards her when she disappeared right before his eyes. Seconds later she reappeared on James's back, her mouth by his ear and a wire hanger in her hands, which she tried to press right up against his jugular. The familiar feel of the sharp, cold metal against his flesh made him freeze right on the spot. Flashes of Caroline doing this were going through his head and they rooted his feet to the spot and made his heart skip a beat against his will.

"I could always just play with you," Lucy whispered. She giggled and attempted to slash his throat open when Mark grabbed her by the hair and violently yanked her off James. She disappeared right in his hands before he could do anything else and the sound of her laughing at them echoed through the halls, completely, totally and quite gleefully mocking them all.