The scream suddenly cut off and without another word, Jodie sprinted in the direction of the distinctive scream, glass crunching under her feet and sheer determination on her face.

"Jodie! Wait!" Linda shouted after her, "It could be a trap!"

Jodie slowed down and spun around to look at Linda, "Of course it's a trap", she said calmly to Linda, too calmly Linda thought.

"You can't Jodie, it's suicide."

She started back towards Linda, "Well what do you expect me to do? Leave her? We're wasting time now! Are you coming or not?"

Without another word to Jodie, only a sigh, Linda loaded her shotgun and followed her towards the sound of the scream and walked alongside Jodie. Picking up the walkie-talkie she spoke into it,

"Charlie, it's Linda. We've found Krissy, she's in trouble, if we're not back in an hour - run, don't think, just run."

Jodie glanced sideways at Linda after that comment, but made no dispute with her. Despite Linda's initial reservations towards Charlie, she knew that Linda's motherly instinct had taken over since anyone close to her son's age automatically became her concern.

Crackling static came through the radio, after a pause which felt like it lasted an eternity, Charlie's voice came through the radio and she simply said, "Ok".

Jodie looked surprised at this response from Charlie, but she shook her head and half-smiled. Her companion glanced at her questionably,

"She learned to hunt with the boys, I think she's either given up arguing when it comes to hunting or she's more afraid of you than them", Jodie explained.

Linda raised her eyebrows in response to this, as if to say, "Really?". As Jodie was about to reply, from the other side of the room directly in front of them, a door slammed. Both women raised their shotguns in response and automatically turned back to back, Jodie faced towards the noise and Linda towards the way they came. Through the glass maze, Jodie saw the door that was the culprit, tapping Linda on the shoulder she turned around and they both crept towards the door, being careful to avoid the puddles of shattered glass.

Linda looked to her right and in the reflection of one of the glass cases which had survived the ghost attack, a man with great Tim Burton style staring eyes, pale skin and a dark suit stared at her, she spun and brought her iron bar through the man. Jodie didn't even flinch, and continued on her initial trajectory. She passed a fire alarm, and looked up to see sprinklers covering the ceiling, picking up her walkie-talkie she spoke into the static,

"Charlie. There's a sprinkler system in here, can you do anything with that?"

"Give me ten minutes", came the reply.

Ahead of her, Linda had reached the double doors, she gestured to Jodie who came up next to her and put her back to the other door. The door had the word STORAGE written on it in bold letters. Jodie counted to three on her fingers and Linda pushed the door open hard with her foot and Jodie spun round the edge of the door, shotgun raised.

In front of her, metal cages filled with other exhibits were scattered haphazardly throughout the room. Engines, racing suits and helmets placed uncaringly one top of one another were trapped inside these cages. A couple of these prisons were knocked over, their contents spilled across the floor. On the wall on the right of them, a blackboard still hung haphazardly on the wall, a remnant of a bygone era in the building's history.

Along the blackboard were three scratch marks, three of them, distinctively fingernail marks which trailed off towards the end of the board.

Both the women saw this, "This way", Jodie said to Linda pointing further into the room.

They continued through the room, occasionally seeing scuff marks on the floor from shoes that could only be Krissy's. Surrounding them were increasingly more metal cages, closing in on them forcing them to walk in single file, as they turned a corner, in front of them a chair sat in the middle of the room with a single figure tied to the chair, mouth gagged.

"You took you're goddamn time", Krissy said flashing an inappropriately cheesy at her rescuers as they removed the scrap of material from her mouth.

"Oh thank God you're alright", Jodie said with relief helping her up.

"I don't think God had a thing to do with this", she replied with a voice filled with malice and sarcasm. Linda didn't make any comment, but looked suspiciously around her.

"What's the matter?" Krissy asked.

"This is too easy", Linda replied, receiving a nod of agreement from Jodie accompanied by the unique sound of her shotgun being reloaded.

"You're right", a voice emerged from seemingly everywhere, "you don't think we'd just let you leave did you?"

"I hate how they can do that with their voices", Krissy said with a tinge of jealously.

"If you take your box of trinkets out of Sioux and never return, we promise we won't destroy you", Jodie shouted.

"Ha! You might not, but your hunter friends won't make the same promises, and anyway, why would we leave? We've got you cornered, and your iron bars can't take us all out", the voice emulated through the room.

"Oh yeah?", Jodie replied with a slight quiver in her voice, "Why don't you come out and see?", glancing at Linda and indicated back the way they came. Linda moved towards the exit, but Jodie didn't follow.

All of a sudden the temperature dropped in the room tenfold, and out of the cages emerged countless ghosts, all of them pale, with dark eyes and shabby clothing. There were men dressed in suits and boiler suits, women in dresses and kids, so many kids.

"What kind of a school was this?", Krissy asked quietly.

Jodie responded, "Not a good one".

Linda backed into the wall, and raised her gun. Jodie and Krissy turned back to back and prepared to slash at the oncoming attack. The figures walked towards them, and they knew they were outnumbered.

"We can't fight our way out", Krissy said.

"We don't have a choice", Jodie replied.

"Well then. If we're gonna go down, let's go down swinging", Krissy said in response.