A/N: Another chapter from moi. I just got back from going to watch See No Evil at the movie theaters, which gave me an idea for yet another story. It's sad to see the amount of unfinished stories on my computers and in some notebooks. If I do write the other story, it'll either be after I finish this one or I'll do what Stress does, sorta. I'll update one and then I'll update the other. Not sure yet. I think that's all I have to say before I start the story...Yep!
Chapter 3: Accusations and Screams
JPIA, October 28th 11:45 P.M.
Spitfire awoke to find herself staring up at a white ceiling. When she sat up slowly, she found that she wasn't alone. She had eleven worried faces looking back at her. Race put his hand on her forehead to feel for her temperature, "Hey babe, you okay? You gave us a big scare out there."
Spitfire frowned as she pushed his hand away lightly, "I am fine. Don't call me babe, you know how I hate that. What happened and how long have I been out? Where's Van Helsing?"
Race nodded to the others, "If she's complaining, then she's fine. It seemed kind of like you were in a trance or something. You walked around a little, not paying attention to what we asked or anything. Then, you just passed. You've been out for about four hours. We brought all of your stuff up here after we got you in bed. Van Helsing is searching for mice or something, he'll be back soon. Now, what do you remember?"
Spit concentrated on what had happened before she had passed out, "I think I was hallucinating or something...I remember a creepy little girl and what seemed like a memory of the girl's. The girl was a patient here, I guess. She said something about a key, I think. It seemed almost real."
She noticed the looks that were being shared by the others and frowned, "I am not crazy! I know what I saw. Just because I saw something weird, doesn't make me crazy. I don't see ghosts."
Professor Conlon moved towards the young woman, "Mercedes, I'm not saying that you're crazy or that you made this up, but there's never been any reports that people have seen the ghosts outside of the asylum and they've never talked to anyone else."
Spitfire glared at her professor, "No offense, sir, but that doesn't mean squat to me. I don't know why the little girl chose to do that to me. Maybe they're just getting impatient or bored or something."
Race patted her leg to keep her calm, "It's okay, Spit, I believe you. We're supposed to split up into groups of three and check out some of the floors. You, me, and Dutchy are going to be together on this floor, which has the visitor quarters that we'll be staying."
David, Singer, and Spot went to the third floor. Skittery, Skip, and Mindi went to the second floor. Logic, Skyler, and Charles went to the fifth floor. After ten minutes of looking around, a scream was heard on the fifth floor. Race, Dutchy, and Spitfire raced up the stairs to find out what had happened.
A/N: I know this is extremely short, but I wanted to get it out before I went to sleep and I'm tired. The next chapter will be a past chapter, so it's more than likely that most of the nurses, doctors, and patients will be in it. I'll try to get it up as soon as possible. Sorry if this is crummy, we got back at like 11 or so from the movie and my mind has been sort of out of it in the last couple of hours. I've never seen An American Haunting, so I don't know about how similar the two parts are. By the way, Mercedes is Spitfire's real name and I just get tired of writing Spitfire all the time. I'm happy that you guys like the story.