Disclaimer: I do not own the following superstars or Eastern State.
Warnings: Just a few curse words.

"Shawn! Hey Shawn, where you at?" John yelled out every five minutes through out the corridors. He wasn't much afraid, although sounds would often make him jump a little. He looked in ever room and cell carefully, but no sign of Shawn. Then there was a light. A light coming from one of the cells way far down the darkened corridor. Cena started to walk towards it very slowly. With a deep gulp of air, Cena peeked into the cell and saw a figure lying on the cell's bed. Cena's first reaction was to curse out loud but he kept his cool. He shined his flashlight into the room and was happy to see Phil Brooks waking up from what seemed to be a deep sleep.

"Why the hell are you sleeping here?" Cena stood by Phil who was now sitting up.

"Oh dude, I'm sorry. I was looking and looking, then I started getting tired…then I guess I fell asleep here. Not really comfortable but it did the trick. So…is everybody still hiding?"

"No, everyone is back at the room, but Shawn is still around here somewhere. You need to help me find him, alright?" Cena stepped back and allowed Phil to stand up and stretch.

"No problem." Phil pulled back his hair and the two walked out the cell.

"My phone isn't working, is yours?"

"Nope, none of our cell phones are working. They haven't been working ever since we started this damn game," Cena said.

"Well anyways, I wonder where Shawn could be. Maybe there's secret passages we don't know of or hidden rooms."

"This isn't a funhouse at a carnival, it's a prison."

"Fine then."

"It's fuckin' late, we really need to find this man or we are going to have to send Special Forces. I don't mean paranormal I mean a well-trained search party," Cena clarified.

"He couldn't have just walked out either, someone would have seen him that's for sure. Has anyone checked the. …What's it called?" Phil began tapping his chin in thought.

"Solitary confinement. That's it, you know, where they keep them in one room by themselves for many hours."

"Now why would Shawn be in one of those?"

"I don't know, it's like why was I sleeping in a prison cell, you didn't know. Let's just check one and see if he shows up."

"Alright, man but if something' freaky happens you have to deal with it as well."

And so Phil and Cena went into the depths of the old twisted prison to find the section marked Solitary Confinement. So far, there was no sounds or shadows being seen. Everything seemed normal. That is until a couple minutes later, they found the room.

"This is spooky as hell." Phil Brooks looked up at the sign.

In front of them was a huge metal door. It was slightly open. A cold wind passed through them both and Cena cursed out loud.

"Calm down, dude. I'll go first." Phil opened the door with all his might, "this door is heavy," he said as he was opening it.

"Close it!" A man's voice shouted from behind the two.

With that, Phil closed the door back quickly. They turned around and saw no one.

"Who said that?" Cena called out.

"He belongs there, leave him alone and go away." The man's voice said.

"Uh…why?" Phil asked the disembodied voice.

"That man killed five women, raped them, mutilated them and left their bodies to rot in the fields. He deserves to stay there." The voice was now harsher.

"Oh Lord, let's just fucking get out of here." Cena slightly pushed Phil.

Suddenly the cold chill passed through again, and it brought a dark apparition with it. The apparition moved past Phil's body and into the Solitary Confinement room and there it stayed.

"That's where he belongs, and he'll stay there for the rest of eternity," the voice was fading, "until the world dies, then he will be able to be free again." The voice was gone.

"I think…I just shit my pants." Cena looked at Phil, who was paralyzed from the shock. Cena pushed him and Phil bumped against the wall.

"I'm alright, I'm good, come on and let's just head back to the damn room."

"What about Shawn?"

"Forget him, if he can't find his way back, then he shouldn't have gone alone! If he doesn't turn up, we will get the rest of the group to go find him with us." Phil started pacing down the hall and then Cena followed. Minutes passed in silence, as they approached the room with the others, they saw that some of the superstars had fallen asleep.

Mickie James walked up to John and said, "They started getting tired, and so they just fell asleep did, and did you find Shawn?"

"No, I couldn't find him but Phil was actually sleeping in a prison cell this whole time."

"I was tired, okay?" Phil spoke.

"At least you're finally found." Mickie smiled.

"Yeah but what about Shawn?" Cena asked Mickie.

"I don't think any of the superstars want to go looking right now. They look too peaceful, maybe we should call the police or some kind of authority."

"That's what I thought we should do," Cena sighed and looked at everyone else who was knocked out from exhaustion.

"Whoa, do you hear that." Phil interrupted.

"What do you hear exactly?" Cena turned to Phil.

"I hear footsteps…"

They kept quiet and began to hear the faint sound of footsteps coming near the room. Mickie began to put her back to the wall at the far end of the room, away from the doorway. Phil and Cena stood a few inches away from the door and Cena had put his fist up, ready to strike.

"You can't hit a ghost," Phil scolded Cena.

"Fuck, you're right."

Right when they heard the footsteps come closer to the door, they both turned to face the hallway and there was Shawn Michaels.

Shawn saw Cena's fist clenched up and his eyes widened.

"If this is your way of scaring little kids, I wouldn't want my kids coming to your house."

"What the hell?" Cena was confused.

"What the heck, not hell, remember," Shawn said.

"We have been looking for you this whole time, did you know that?" Phil shook Shawn.

"No, I didn't. I wasn't even in the place for that long, as soon as the game started, I thought it was stupid so I went off to my hotel room. I tried calling some of you to tell ya'll that I wasn't even playing, but all of your cell phones aren't even working. I just came back to tell you, so yeah, I'm not playing," Shawn saw the reactions of Mickie, Phil and Cena and was trying not to laugh.

"…The game finished as soon as we started freaking out about people not being found, and that's because Phil fell asleep in one of the prisons' cells. Then we were left with finding you, but you weren't playing the game…wow this sucks." Phil crossed his arms.

"What happened to everybody?" Shawn looked over at the sleeping superstars.

"They got tired." Mickie laughed a little.

"Hm, might as well just end the party then. I'll see you all later on, alright?" Shawn Michaels said as the rest said their goodbyes, and so he went off.

"Hey everybody wake up! The game is over!" Cena yelled out loud enough to wake up a bear from hibernation.

Everyone slowly woke up and got to his or her feet, some asking about what happened and if they found the others who were missing. Cena and Phil filled them in the information, and all was settled. As they all began walking out the prison, Phil was the one left walking behind them and he started to close the prison's metal doors, when a elderly man in uniform stopped him.

"Don't worry, I seal this place up," the man said.

"Thanks," Phil turned back to the group but then thought about who was the person he just saw, he quickly glanced back at the entrance of the prison and saw the door closed shut.

Authors Notes: Finally, I am done with this story! I know that it got a bit funny or so in the end but I thought of ending it like that for a while now. I hoped you all liked reading it, and thanks for the reviews. Now on to another story, have any ideas?