Hey everyone. Thanks for all the reviews. I appreciate your patience with me. It's been crazy in my life but when is life not crazy eh? I went to Waverly for the half night and it was AMAZING! We caught some great stuff! Amazing pictures. I actually have a picture of a woman's face in the window and she doesn't have eyes. Everything I mention, including what one of the characters mentions about the women without eyes is actually true. On the tours they talk about the apparitions that appear without eyes. A friend of mine had a terrifying experience when he went up there with his boyfriend and he recorded the converstation that was had between his boyfriend and some little girl that actually explained why they didn't have eyes... if you wanna know more about it post me a message on my forum and I'll let you know. Anyway enough rambling and on with the show...

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Mulder stopped dead in his tracks and Scully's hand fell instantly to her hip where her gun was kept. They looked at the building as if trying to figure a way in. Mulder suddenly ran flashlight in hand, down the side of the building past the gargoyle keeping watch over the "Keep Out" signs.

"Mulder!" Scully shouted and ran after him. "Where are you going?" When he didn't respond she did the only think she could do. Stay with him at all cost and make sure that nothing or no one tried to get them to complete a lover's pact before the end of the night.

Again, as they were running outside the building the scream was heard echoing of the empty hallways. Mulder stopped and turned to Scully who was breathlessly making her way to him. "How do we get in?"

"Through here," he pointed to a smaller building with stairs that descended to a semi underground laundry room. They walked in and Scully had a short time to notice the bed in the far corner of the room, the tables and chairs, and that large projector that hung in the middle of the room to reflect against the wall. "This is the entrance through the morgue." Mulder said matter of factly.

"Great start to the evening. How are we going to find whoever is in here? This place is monstrous."

"I don't know but we could cover more ground if we split up." Mulder suggested.

"Mulder, I don't that is a good idea."

"You're not scared are you Scully."

"No. Ok, I am but as I said it is an irrational fear based upon a well told ghost story that was concluded by an ear splitting scream coming from inside."

"You have your gun right?" He asked as he turned and ran up the stairs to the first floor. "You keep going up. I'll look here. From what I understand there are exit signs around the stair wells and keep you eyes open." Before she could respond he darted down the hall.

"Why does this seem so familiar?" She asked to no one in particular and made her way down the hall to the stairs leading to the second floor. Once she made her way to the second floor she moved her flashlight from side to side. She noticed instantly the wave of fear and dizziness that passed over her. "Hello? If anyone is hear make a noise! I'm a federal Agent! I'm here to help you!" She shouted. Moving down the hall and passing the vacant rooms she continued her call.

Suddenly out of the darkness something passed in front of her flashlight and darted into one of the rooms. Instinctively she flowed, pulling her gun from its holster in the process. "Is someone there?" She spoke, fear evident in her voice. When there was no answer she continued down the vacant halls until she reached the end. "Hello?" echoed through the halls again. Suddenly, a figure burst through the 2nd floor patient rooms. Scully turned her gun and pointed, ready to shot if the figure intimidated her.

"Wait, please! I need help! My boyfriend, he disappeared!" It was a young woman her face smeared with sweat and tears. Scully assessed that she was in her early twenties and was not a threat, so she holstered her gun.

"Slow down, what are you doing up here?" Scully asked.

"You said you were an agent, I heard your voice echo off the walls, please help me find him. I just want to get out of here." The young girl cried.

"Come on sit down, I'm going to call my partner." She pulled out her cell phone and realized it was turned off. Cursing under her breath she pressed the power button on the phone and realized that the battery was dead. "Damnit, the batteries is dead."

"It's the building. Everything we brought with us is dead." The girl whispered.

"What do you mean?" Scully asked kneeling down to her level.

"I'm an amateur ghost hunter and this has happened to us before. Spirits feed of the energy we bring in here. Cell phones, audio devices, EMF meters, Inferred thermometers, anything that runs off batteries can give the spirits enough energy to manifest." The girl explained. "We've never seen anything like this before."

"What happened and what is your name?"

"My name is Jessica Leary and my boyfriend is Matt Jones and we investigate these places whenever we have a chance. We were up on the fifth floor when there was a bright light coming from room 502 and then suddenly it disappeared, along with Matt. When I followed where I thought he was going I saw a woman standing in front of me…" Jessica wiped the tears from her eyes. "She didn't have any eyes." Scully did her best not to scoff at the story that was being laid before her.

"Is it possible that your boyfriend is playing a prank on you?"

"No, he takes this as seriously as any authentic ghost hunting group out there." She stopped suddenly. "Do you hear that?" Scully stood up and shinned her flashlight across the room. As if to add to the intensity of the story the light beaming from the end of the tube began to dim, then they were left in complete darkness.

"Don't move." Scully ordered. She began walking down the hallway in the direction of the sound. From what she could hear it sounded like someone was walking down the hall. "Hello? I'm a federal agent and I'm armed." She shouted.

"Good, but I don't think it is going to work against what I just saw downstairs." Mulder stated as he came into view in the moonlight shinning through the hallway. Scully took a good look at him and saw a deep gash across his chest where his shirt was torn. His face was the whitest she had ever seen it. "The Larkspur house was nothing like this. This… this is real." He whispered as Scully gasped at the fear in his voice.