"Jewel?" A soothing voice called to her.

"AH!" Jewel screamed.

"Calm down, it's Mack. You're fine." Mack touched her back gently to let Jewel know she was okay. Mack knew something was up.

"We need to start getting back to experimenting. Don't you think?" Bella said as she sat on the desk filing her nails.

"Yes, maybe we should." Mack said. She grabbed Jewel's hands and helped her up. They all gathered around the computer to see a screen with all their names, pictures, then a button that said, "Click for Mission". Lionel sat in front of the computer and clicked on the button. They saw a fast movement of all their names followed by,

Who's willing to go alone for a few hours?

"Someone has to be all alone in the asylum for a couple hours? The computer is crazy!" Mattie shrieked.

"No way am I doing it!" Kara yelled.

"Ew! It's to dangerous! No way!" Bella screamed.

"I'll do it." Everyone turned to Jewel. She only wanted to go in alone so she could solve the mystery behind the asylum. Maybe she could find Martin Bay again and try talking to him. Or maybe… unlock who's behind the deaths.

"Are you sure, Jewel?" Lionel asked shakily.

"Yes. I'm sure." She said confidently. Lionel clicked on her name and the name Jewel Star was in a chiller font and in red. A next button appeared and they all shrugged as Lionel clicked it. They all gasped.

"That's dangerous to do alone!" Mack said worriedly.

"You can't go alone, Jewel. Have someone go with you." Lionel pleaded. Jewel knew everyone, even her enemies, were scared for her. She looked at everyone and tried to rethink the situation. What came out of her mouth was,

"No. I must go, even if my mission is to lure Deep Slash's ghost." Jewel grabbed her sweatshirt and closed her eyes. What shit am I getting myself into this time?

Mack helped Jewel into the ghost gear. Mack's face was sad and disappointed. Jewel knew that Mack could just cry at any second. A fine line of where tears would fall sat on top of Mack's eyeliner.

"Are you sure you want to go?" She asked.

"I'm sure. No one else here anyways would be able to lure the ghost like I would." Jewel had to gather bravery to lure the ghost, Martin Bay, and uncover the truth. She slowly walked out the door and carefully shut it. She sighed. It suddenly got colder outside. The world spun. Jewel continued walking. She had to. The strength of knowing the truth kept her going.

She walked into the dark and cold asylum. Something's not right. She thought to herself. She knew something… or someone was near.

"Jewel, can you hear me?" Lionel called through the microphone. Jewel wanted to say she was there, that someone was near, that she knew she was going to see something that would change her life. Instead, she took off all her ghost-hunting gear, turned off the headphones, and grabbed only a flashlight, then walked away.

"What did I just do? That thing could save my life." Jewel whispered into the darkness. She looked at the flickering light of the tiny flashlight on the headgear.

"I need to keep away from machinery though. It's the only way." From a distance, Jewel could hear everyone calling from the microphone. "Jewel? Are you there?" was what she could hear. As she walked farther down the halls, the voices faded. She found the old room where Emerald, also known as the hooded figure, brought her before. Martin Bay's old office.

Jewel slowly walked in. She touched the picture of Martin Bay, when suddenly the door shut behind her, the fireplace lit up, and Jewel turned around to find nothing. She ran to the door. She screamed and pulled on the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

"You're trapped in here," said a voice behind her. She turned. There before her stood the gorgeous Martin Bay. He looked at her with the same blue eyes she saw merely days earlier. She walked over to him and wanted to touch his hair. She couldn't bring herself to it. She grabbed the hand reaching out for him and held it steady.

"You probably want answers, am I correct?" His deep voice was soothing to her.
"Yes." She spoke softly.

"Not yet."

"Why, Martin?"

"Deep Slash is…" his voice and body began to fade and grow distorted as his last word came out, "here." Suddenly, Jewel felt a tight grip on her hair. She turned around. A demented man with a lazy eye, messy dirty blonde hair, and sort of bulky stood behind her. He held a knife in one hand with Jewel's hair in the other.

"You seem to pretty to be here." He said.

"I know. I'm here for answers."

"Well tough! You're not getting away from me until I decide your death time." He pushed her onto an old small bench next to a window. Only a tiny lantern stood on a nightstand next to her. The man tied her hands to the bed. He walked away slowly, and closed the door behind him. Jewel began to cry and scream. She knew to the outside world, she didn't exist. She was as much of a ghost as Martin Bay at the moment. She couldn't help it. She knew she should have kept the gear on, but no.

Jewel saw that the ghost stupidly put his knife down close to her. But my hands are tied to this goddamn bed… at least I'm sitting up. Man how am I going to live and tell this to my parents? She sighed. Nothing would work. She knew she was going to meet her own doom sitting on a bed, all tied up. She heard a voice.

"Jewel? Jewel!" Mack had come to save her! But, how could she hear her?

"Mack! Mack! I'm in the office, Mack! I took off my gear and I'm trapped! Help me…" She screamed. Mack's familiar voice faded and she gave up. Jewel went to go swing her legs around when the bed tipped on it's side, leaving her laying on the cold, hard ground with the bugs. Maggots were starting to crawl through the walls; the cockroaches were almost the size of Jewel's pinky finger and they were getting near her hair. All she could do was cry. It wasn't worth fighting anymore. She heard heavy footprints and looked up. A dirty sweat drop started to form on her forehead and she licked her lips with thirst. This was probably the end.