During the tour the group was shown other haunted locations. Amanda set up a camera in each of them. They were shown their rooms and where everything was, the bathrooms, the kitchen and everywhere they may need to know.

So now can we eat? It's gone dinner time. Edward impatiently asked.

Yes we can. I have pizza and beer for everyone. Amanda told him. Lets follow the rope back downstairs and have some food. I'm sure everyone is starving. She turned around to follow the rope and started walking, she turned the first corner and stopped in her tracks. What the hell? She muttered as she saw a wall in the way, the rope being in the middle of it.

That's impossible, John stated as he looked at the rope.

Nick walked up to the mysterious wall and placed his hands on it and closed his eyes. He turned back to look at the group. Jamie, Laura and Carly, come here, he instructed and they all stepped forward and followed his actions by placing their hands on the wall and closing their eyes. Push from your mind, Nick told them and they concentrated on pushing from within. The wall instantly began to shake. The others watched in shock as the wall shook furiously, the lights went out with a large bang and all was dark for a few seconds. When the lights came back on the wall was gone, the rope was back on the floor and Nick, Jamie, Laura and Carly had their hands against thin air. They all pulled back and looked at the empty space in shock.

Well that was weird. Edward commented.

We should um ... we should get back down stairs, Amanda stuttered as she once again walked ahead of the group, following the rope leading back down to the living room where there was pizza and beer waiting for them.

The hours went by. Eating. Drinking. Later in the evening Amanda pulled out a CD player and some music which had a good dance beat started playing. She switched the song so it was a slow dance song. Monica turned to John.

Come on John! Dance with me. She pulled him up and wrapped her arms around him. She rested her head against his shoulder and they swayed to the music. Mulder and Dana danced together. And the others also pared up and danced. As they continued to dance Monica melted in Johns arms. It felt good to be held by him. In a way that was pass friendship. Monica raised her head and looked up at him. He leaned in and their lips met for a soft and gentle kiss. As the kiss continued Monica could feel something. Nothing that was to do with the kiss. Or John. But something to do with the house. Monica broke the kiss suddenly when she saw a pair of angry black eyes flash before her mind.

John asked but she didn't hear him. She was overwhelmed with the sense of the eyes watching. She stepped away from John as something else surfaced in her mind. Images. People being tortured. Beaten. Screaming. Monica held her head in her hands and tried to block out the images but they were to strong. She couldn't stop them from entering her mind. The last thing Monica saw before she blacked out was the pair of angry black eyes.

Monica! Monica come on, wake up! She heard a frantic voice saying. She opened her eyes and saw John kneeling down next to her on the floor. She looked around at everyone else and was momentarily confused until she remembered where she was and what had happened. Monica eyes went wide and panicked as she felt the black eyes on her. She sat up quickly and looked around the room. For any sign of what she felt. Monica? What is it? John asked as he watched her look around frantically. She gave an exasperated sign before answering.

Nothing. I'm fine. It was nothing. John helped her off of the floor and caught her when she nearly fell again.

You're not okay.

I just stood up to fast. I'm okay. She told him as she managed to get her footing and stand up almost properly.

What did you see? Nick asked.

Black eyes. Monica stated as she leaned against John. Seeing those images had drained her of her energy.

I think it would be best if we called it a night. Amanda stated after she looked at her watch. It was gone midnight. Monica had her eyes closed. To tired to keep them open for much longer.

John stroked her hair, she was leaning her head against his shoulder. She moaned in response. Come on. I'll help you up to bed. He told her and started leading her up the stairs and to her room.

John helped Monica changed into her night wear and helped her into bed. He pulled the covers over her and tucked her in. She was nearly asleep already. He gently stroked her soft hair to keep up awake long enough for her to listen to him.

If you need me at anytime throughout the night, I'm only a couple of doors down the hall. He told her.

She barely whispered as she fell asleep. John placed the video camera Amanda had given him to place in Monica's room during the night on the dresser opposite the bed. It could record Monica in bed, the door to the room and also the surrounding area of the bed. John went back over to the bed and looked at Monica. He leant down and placed a kiss on her temple before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Monica was plagued by dreams that night. Terrible dreams. Images that frightened her more than anything. She could feel the peoples terror. Their panic. The hopelessness they felt, knowing it was the end for them. Monica awoke suddenly in the middle of the night. She wiped away the sweat from her forehead. She looked around the room, remembering where she was. Her gaze focused on the right hand corner opposite the bed. It was dark and she was barely able to see. But what she did see made her heart freeze. A man in a suit, with mousy brown hair gazed at her with a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. In a blink of an eye he was on top of her, holding her down in the bed. The ill smile never left his face. Monica looked into his eyes and saw nothing but blackness. She tried to scream out but she found her voice wouldn't work. His rough hands held her arms down. Almost with his mind, the T-shirt she was wearing began to ride up. Exposing her underwear and her stomach. She cried as she struggled to free her arms from his harsh grip. She closed her eyes and silently begged for this to stop and by a miracle it did. She opened her eyes and saw she was a lone in the room. She pulled her T-shirt back down which had stopped just short of her breasts. Monica instantly jumped out of bed and ran to Johns room. He was sleeping soundly, but she knew she wouldn't be able to handle being alone.

She placed a hand on his shoulder. John please wake up. She shook his shoulder more firmly and he slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he saw her eyes full of tears he panicked.

Monica? What's wrong? What happened? He lifted the bed cover, telling her to join in and she instantly slid under the covers.

Can I stay in here tonight? Please? She practically begged as tears escaped her eyes and she cried into Johns shoulder. He held her tight and whispered soothing words into her ear. She fell asleep in his arms, feeling safe and protected there with him. But John didn't sleep. He stayed awake throughout the rest of the night, holding Monica, watching over her. Making sure nothing else happened to her.