A loud bang followed by a crash woke John and Monica up from their peaceful slumber. They both looked around for a second, remembering where they were. Confused as to what the noise was.

What the hell was that? Monica asked as they both rose out of bed and started quickly changing back into their clothes which had been thrown onto the floor from their earlier activities.

I don't know, we better go and find out. They both quickly exited the room, closed the door behind them and ran in the direction of the loud crash. In the dinning room a vase was in pieces on the floor. Mulder, Dana, Carly, Nick and Amanda were there. Amanda had a camera and was taking pictures. The rest were looking on in wonder. Mulder had a huge grin on his lips.

What happened? Monica asked as she looked at the broken vase.

We don't know. We came in when we heard the crash. Amanda explained as she took some more photographs.

No one saw what happened? Mulder asked.

Nick answered.

Monica walked up to the vase and looked down at it. What was once a beautiful vase was now in a million pieces. She looked up to where the vase had fallen from on the fire place. There was a portrait of a man and a women together. The women had long dark hair and big blue eyes, the also had dark hair and he had deep brown eyes. Almost black. They looked familiar. She had seen them before. She gasped as she realised where she had seen those eyes before.

Monica what is it? John had heard her gasp and followed her gaze to the picture.

It was him. She said. Last night. He was the man in my room.

Are you sure? Amanda asked. Monica again looked at the picture and saw the same eyes.

She answered with no hesitation. She heard a swirling sound as wind came from nowhere and blew all around the room.

Where the hell is that coming from?! Brad yelled over the howling wind.

I don't know. But it's definatley paranormal! Amanda answered as she held her video camera up. Paper flew all around the room. Dust swirled around them. They all tried to stay on their feet and tried to keep the wind from their faces by holding their hands to their heads. Monica looked up at the painting and saw the mans features change. His eyes became a fiery red, angry at her. His face took on a sinister look. Monica took a few steps back. The wind that was blowing around the room came together as one and attacked her. Knocking Monica off her feet. She fell to the ground but she didn't land. She fell straight through the floorboards. She screamed as she fell and landed on the hard ground, hitting her head. Where she fell unconscious.

Meanwhile, everyone opened there eyes now the wind was gone and wasn't blowing harshly in there faces. John looked around at everyone.

He called. He walked just out the door and saw the large hole in the floorboards He called down it. He was joined by the others who were all looking into the hole. John was getting ready to jump in after her when the floor healed itself. No! Monica! John yelled as he banged on the floor repeatedly, trying to get it to break again.

Agent Doggett! Mulder lifted him off the floor. I have a feeling we wont be able to break the floorboards.

So what the hell are we gonna do? Where the hell is Monica? And what the hell just happened?! John yelled out. No one answered him. No one knew.

...............

Monica opened her eyes to find she was surrounded by darkness. As she became more aware of her surroundings she realised her hands and feet were tied together tightly by rope. She tried to wiggle her hands free but the rope was far to tight and only caused pain on her wrists. She could feel the blood dripping down the side of her face from where she had hit her head. Wherever she was had an old and musty smell, making her wrinkle her nose in disgust.

Out of nowhere, her mind filled with a pain, unlike any she had ever felt before. Images invaded her vision. She could hear the screams of a thousand deaths. Feel the pain of millions of tortured souls. She screamed out as they all hit her at once. Just as suddenly as they had entered her mind, they were gone. Monica's breathing was heavy and deep as she tried to catch her breath.

Monica opened her eyes again and looked up into the darkness. At what she saw her heart stopped and her blood turned cold. Figures standing over her. She could only make out the outline of their bodies ad she only saw their eyes. Blazing a deep red. She screamed as loud as she could manage as they reached down for her.

.............

Everyone else was in the sitting room. Trying to figure out what had happened and what to do now. John was pacing the room, he had been ever since Monica had gone missing.

This isn't the work of God damn ghosts! He yelled out, frustrated by what he was hearing.

Well how do you explain all of this then? Nick asked him.

One of you setting up traps and tricks to scare us all! And when I found out who it is, I swear I'll make them regret it! John yelled. Mulder opened his mouth to reply but they were stopped when a blood curdling scream filled the house. They instantly recognised it as Monica. Oh my God! Monica! John yelled out. They could hear her screaming for John, screaming for help.

John was pacing again. Trying to figure out where the scream was coming from. But it was everywhere. It came from all directions. Braking his heart into a million pieces. Monica was in trouble, in terrible pain, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it.

God damn it! LET HER GO! John suddenly screamed out and not a second later the screaming stopped. The mirror library. John whispered as he saw her in his mind lying on the floor of the room. He started running towards the room and everyone else followed him. He pushed the big wooden doors open, his mouth dropped and his heart stopped at the sight. Monica lay on the floor in the middle of the large room. The glass from the ceiling had broken and was all around her on the floor. John didn't hesitate to walk in. Not paying attention to anything but his friend lying unconscious. Oh my God. John said as he looked at her. Her body was beaten, torn. Scratches of all sizes around her body. Her clothing was torn and her wounds were bleeding. Her hands and feet where tied together. He could see her wrists and ankles were raw red from her escape efforts. He knelt down and searched for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt one. Picking her up in his arms. He turned around and walked out of the room.

They were all so focused on Monica and her well being that no one noticed the blue mist, swirling at the end of the mirror library. Watching them.