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Author's Note: Sorry about the recent lack in updates. I have been busy with some other work that needed to be taken care of. Anyway, with Halloween quickly approaching, I thought that it would be a good idea for me to wrap up the story over the weekend. Of course, this means that I will be typing like a mad woman, in my attempts to get the next twelve or thirteen chapters done. Who knows? Anyway, here is Chapter Six! I hope that you enjoy it!

Logan stood in the hallway, about three steps from where he had rounded the last corner. It had been a left turn, which Logan had subconsciously noted to be what he had been doing for the past few moments. He had been in the process of randomly alternating between left and right turns, but, somewhere, he had begun to chase the sounds of the whimpers in a never ending maze of left turns. It was all left turns, and, truth be told, he was sick of it.

A strike of the large grandfather clock in the next hallway nearly sent Logan through the ceiling, as the old wooden structure sounded the new hour.

"Holy shit," Logan thought to himself, silently. "It's two, already."

As he shook his head from side to side, Logan momentarily blocked from his mind the idea of just why he was in the hallway. When his mind was allowed to catch up with him, once again, Logan listened, trying to recapture just where the sound had gotten to.

"Stupid thought," he noted, mentally. "The damned noise hasn't actually moved anywhere."

He continued to listen, but, his hightened senses picked up absolutely no sound at all. For the first time since he could remember, Logan had to physically strain to listen for a noise. He was almost fully satisfied that he would either not find the sound, or, that the girl had finally resolved to get back to her own room. For the moment, Logan was happy to just accept the latter of the two, and resolve to get back to his own room. Just because he was physically indestructable didn't mean that the Wolverine could work and properly function for a full day on twenty minutes of sleep.

Logan turned, and began to take a step toward the hallway that he had been in, previously, planning on retracing his steps. No sooner had he taken his first complete step, than did he hear a high pitched screech. By Logan's senses, the sound had floated past him, and back down the hallway, in the exact direction that he had come from. Without making a move, Logan continued to listen. What he heard surprised him; someone, or something, was laughing. It was actually more of a giggle, which threw Logan even further in to question.

"Look to your left."

Logan heard the voice, which came out of thin air, and did as it instructed. With haste, Logan turned to his immiediate left, and found himself standing before a very familiar bedroom door. He found it odd that the voice had instructed him to look in that direction, but, what was even more odd, still, was that the white painted door was ajar. Though it was just a tad bit cracked, a soft alarm was going off in Logan's head. He had no idea why, but, something was compelling him to pass through the wooden frame.

Attempting to be as quiet as possible, as not to wake the young woman on the other side, Logan eased the door open, just enough so that he could see inside. The soft light from the lamp seated on a bedside table illuminated the eloquent silouette of her room, perfectly, and brought to life a scene that startled Logan to a new degree.

"Holy shit!" he breathed, as he rushed across the threshold, and in to the room. When he reached the spot just a few feet from the bed, Logan bent down, and examined the image before him. Amid a pile of sheets, blankets, and pillows, was the unconscious form of Michelle. The air around her was making the hairs on the back of Logan's neck stand on end, and he felt the immediate need to proceed with extreme caution. Something in the room failed to feel right.

As Logan turned Michelle over, from her left side, to her back, she began to stir.

"Michelle?" he asked, his tone loud enough to be considered a shout. "Michelle, can you hear me?"

Michelle's eyelids fluttered, and Logan knew that she was trying to open her eyes. It was close enough to a response for Logan's comfort. Within a few seconds, Michelle's were open, and she began to mutter, quietly, and incoherently. Not knowing exactly what to do, Logan tried to get some answers from the girl.

"Michelle, what happened?" he asked, knowing that the question would most likely go unanswered. Suddenly, Michelle let out a small, strangled sound, which Logan considered to be a gasp. This caught his attention. "Michelle, what is it?" he asked, concerned.

The brunette muttered something, but Logan could not decypher her mumbles.

"What?" he asked, twisting his face in confusion. He leaned in, closer, as Michelle began to speak, again.

"Watch out."

As soon as the words left Michelle's mouth, Logan felt something hit his head, and he lost all sense of consciousness. However, before he managed to sink in to the blackness, Logan heard a strange voice, as it gave a warning.

"Stay away."

Author's Note: Yes, it was a little short, but, I am not done for the night! Another chapter will be up, son, either tonight, or, early tomorrow morning. Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope that you enjoyed it! I know that I enjoyed writing it! As always, I look forward to your kind words! Until the next chapter...