An: No, you aren't just seeing things. I really do have the next part for you this quick lol. Which means that if you haven't already you get to review part six and this one. I am warning you now that this is the last part before I split the story up into the endings I mentioned in the last chapter. So enjoy and tell me your opinion.

The Haunting of L.R.-Part Seven

I take a deep breath while standing outside the door of the twelve story studio. This is the tallest building that lies within ten miles of Roscoe. Some might think that makes it more intimidating, and they're right. When you grow up in a small town where just three story buildings are considered tall, a place like this seems like a giant just waiting to crush you or swallow you whole.

When I step inside there is a familiar curious odor that I had noticed when I was there last time. One of those smells that at first you think you can match to something but after a few short minutes of frustrated thinking you force to give up on identifying it. The same woman is sitting at the desk that was there previously. She smiles when she spots me with my guitar case by my side.

"Your friends already arrived. I was given instruction to tell you that you'll be meeting in the studio on the seventh story today. You remember which stairs to take, right?"

I smile and nod at her before I begin walking towards a door with a red label that shows a set of stairs on it. Apparently the one elevator the building has is still not repaired. Which should surprise me, but I don't have any idea what damage is done, how much money it costs, or the amount of work is needed.

At first the climb is easy. After a minute though I keep wanting it to be the last step. I try quickening my pace to get it over with and to my relief I finally see the door with a bold number 7 on it. My body becomes level with it and I lift my hand to knock. They keep the door locked so that people can't wander in there on accident during meetings or recording. You'd be surprised how many people they claim are out of it enough to get lost even with clear numbers on every door.

Not every tall building is necessarily a maze waiting to happen.

A tall and bulky man opens the door for me and I go forward slowly. The room seems to have just quieted down as if they decided my entrance demanded them to stop everything they were doing. Now I can claim I know what a judge feels like when they enter into a courtroom. I expect it when I see Parker and Megan set up in the same position as before.

What I don't expect is to see Ray in the room as well.

I had assumed they wouldn't have let him in for the recording. When you do things like this they try to minimize unnecessary presences in case of distraction. There is no reason to mention my question to them right now. Obviously they let him in for some reason or another. If at some point they decide for him to leave I have no doubt they will do exactly that without hesitation.

While I begin to get my guitar out and set it up with an amp, I exchange greetings will my friends that haven't seen or spoken to me since they returned my guitar the last time. They let me know that Ray forwarded my apology from the night before last and are just glad that I showed up. Although they don't say it to my face, I can tell they were reluctant about my showing up.

The producer walks up to me and shakes my hand.

"I hope you know how lucky you are to be here today," He says while winking in Ray's direction, "You should feel honored to have such extremely convincing friends on your side."

"You're telling me," I say while making a mental note to ask details later.

An 2: I have had two beggars come to me saying there is no way I can end this without having any romance because they have this crazy idea I implied some in the story :P So to settle the argument I promised to make a 4th alternate ending which I will not be releasing here but will give to anyone who requests by email or any other way you may know of to contact me.