It's an old projector room. "It's a screening room, where all the cops come in the morning.

Hollow Town Population: 2822 Time: 10:06 AM

The screening room, Theres a mess of tipped over chairs and a light swinging back and forth. An ominous feeling filled our veins. We could feel it. And evil was upon us, and we had no idea what to make of it. "Greg turn on your light" I said. Greg then slowly ran his hands down to the light on the barrel of his shotgun. He flicked the switch. A mist filled room lurked knee high. "Is that gas?" Eric said peering into the room. "No its mist. Its just been so dark in here we didn't even notice it." I replied.

"Okay listen up people we need to find the picture reel, soon and fast. Lets not waste anymore time here. Two people to a team. One to watch the front. And the other to watch the back, do not separate and do not go into any room without your teammate. Understood? Good find your partner."

The team member whispered to himself "Hey, you're that team leader that was in the Columbia mission. Weren't you... ya that are you. You led your team into the jungle and had them slaughtered while you sit back. And watch the show, well fuck you pal. No way am I listening to you! IM going on my own. Good luck fellas!"

He stormed away in anger and despair. As he walked away to the front door mumbling to himself, he screamed back to us several times you're all crazy! He all watched him leave out the front door. The door slammed furiously.

We all split up in teams of two. The girls stayed downstairs because it was quiet on the bottom floor. The teams were Greg and Daemon, then Eric and I. the girls stayed in the projector room, as the men walked up the stairway to the second and third floor. Daemon was an expert sharpshooter and a master at being very stealth like. He could be by your side, and the next second you turn around hes on the other side of the room, hes fast and slick, like the wind. Invisible like a ghost, and like no other ghost, He kill ya, and you'll only have five seconds after you'd been shot, then blank, darkness fills your eyes and you're dead.

I was in front of Eric, Daemon and Greg proceeded to the third floor. I now am in front of the second floor exit door. I took a deep breath, and looked into my wallet. The girl and the woman I left behind to come here. They mean more to me now, than in my whole life. My wife, and my five year old daughter. I put the picture back into it's pocket and fastened the button on my right breast pocket. I then opened the door a crack, just enough room so my head, and the rifle fit through. Looked to my left, empty with the flickering lights. A tipped over chair, papers on the ground, everywhere lined the hallway. Opening the door all the way till it hit the wall it rested between. Quickly turned to my right. Nothing more than a couple of bullet shells and a line of dried blood. The 9MM glock sat on the ground alone, in the left-hand corner of the hallway. Gave Eric the signal to move through and cover me. He turned to the right. Still as a tree, undisturbed by rain, hail, sleet, or snow. Just stood still. The first door was right in front of me. The room I found Nicole in. "Eric we're going through that door. Stay sharp" I whispered. I quietly turned the knob, and pushed the door open. Desks all a mess, drawers opened, pens paper lined the floor. Someone's been here before us. As we cautiously checked desk by desk, row by row. We finally ended at the last row, when the back door of the room started to bang. A metal door stood still, after each loud bang. Dust fell off the doorframe. We backed up slowly, guns aimed in the middle of the door. "its big dude, keep that sight on the door" I said positioning the assault rifle to the back on me, grabbed my desert eagle, filled it with a magazine, and hit the sight. Two red dots on the door now. We now reached the door we came through. Almost home, In a sudden blink of an eye, the door blasts open, hitting the ground. It looked like a man. He had an English voice. "You know, you won't need your guns for me, but just in case, keep them on me, for when I'm done. Cause I'm taking you through one wild ride." The English man said to us as we stood still. "Who..." it seemed pointless to ask who he was at this point now. "who am I, and what am I doing here, and why am I here, and you think I'm human?" the man said to us, staring me down with his cold soft blue eyes. " Listen to me JT, I know everything, and anything. Your wife and your daughter are very pretty, she's so cute and innocent." I was shocked, I felt like pulling the trigger, but I was very curious at this point. "Eric I know when your baby is do, and your wife is very pretty, that's a nice White House in Reading is superb. When did you have the time to remodel when you're out killing the bad guys in Mexico. And your marines training must have been hell for you... but it paid off. You met me didn't you?" Eric's mouth dropped. The guy was dressed in a black leather raincoat, blue pants, a brown belt, and a polar shirt, that was Grey. A very hard face, like a square with the edges cut off. Hair was neat and short. Blonde to be accurate. Eric's eye twitched a couple of times, I saw it through the corner of my right eye. "Why don't we cut the chit chat, the reel you are looking for is in a box in that room. I suppose my niece led you up here to look for it. Well the town's person already tried, and he didn't make it. Let me tell you. I know your fears, and your past. And your future. And for one of you... it's very unbelievable short. But who? I know that's what was in your head just a second ago. So why don't you lads pull up a seat, and lets talk shall we?" he seemed honest, but back stabbing, he knows what I know.

Some days you deal with drug dealers. Others just a crazy person with a gun. But very rarely you deal with ghosts that know who you really are.

"Take the reel. I have no other use for it. Just take it, will you?" the man said to us with eyes that pierced the darkness around us. I walked toward him slowly. Foot by foot. He stared at me as I crept upon him. "You're a very brave man JT. You are brave because you have nothing to fear. How do you know that I won't kill you?" he asked with an eyebrow pointed up and a slight smile. My answer to that question was... "Why the fuck not. Everything in this forbidden town is gonna kill us off one by one... why, why should I be scared. So if you're gonna kill me... do it now." I demanded at the end of my statement. To me, I was now insane. I have gone crazy. In a sudden swift foot forward I stepped toward, my foot hit the floor like lead, and pounded my left foot into the tile floor. He just stared, almost as I would stare if someone threatened me like I was threatening him. I was now to the right side of him, a smile smeared his face through the corner of my left eye I got a wink from him. I was now in front of the doorway, standing on the fallen door that was on the ground. I peaked my head into the room. Cardboard boxes piled up to the ceiling. One box was labeled 'Projector room' and underneath that there was a sticker, 'classified' I grabbed the box, and the reels were all family movies? I grabbed the right one, and walked back out. I radioed Greg and Daemon. I then radioed Nicole and the girls. Nobody answered.