The last part of the chapter has partial nudity, so any children who know nothing about "The Birds and The Bees", please do yourselves a favor and skip this (Even though this is rated T, So I guess this warning is for immature teenagers) Sorry guys, last thing I need is emails from Fanfic saying I scared (as in traumatized) several people and I've been evicted of my membership!

"What happened, Doc?"

"I'm not exactly sure, Mr. Deetz…it seems your daughter was attacked. There is deep scratches on her back in a pattern that appears to have been done by fingers of a human hand. Burns are on her mouth and her shoulders along with large bruises."

"Impossible! No body came through our house! I know because my wife and I were watching television downstairs and our friends the Maitlands were in the attic so they would have heard someone come up the stairs!" Charles exclaimed looking at Lydia who was as pale as the hospital sheets.

The doctor folded his glasses and tucked them in his pocket. He looked at Charles with a frown. "Tell me Mr. Deetz, does your daughter ever get depressed?"

"Well…sometimes…it's because of her mother…my first wife died of cancer…" Charles replied with a morose voice, "But Lydia would never do that to herself!"

"I don't know Mr. Deetz, I've seen things like this happen before." the doctor retorted skeptically, "Perhaps we should call in a therapist…"

'No!' Lydia thought angrily, 'They all think I'm a masochist!' she opened her eyes giving her father a desperate look. "Dad…" she choked sickly and Charles ran over to her side.

"Lydia, thank God…what happened to you!" he grimaced as Lydia put her hand on his, as if he was going to disappear any second.

"Ghost…" she whispered and coughed weakly, "Harry…"

"Hairy? A hairy ghost? Honey, did a hairy ghost attack you?" Charles gasped but made sure the doctor didn't hear their conversation. If he did, Lydia would be dragged to the asylum for sure.

"No…no…" Lydia strained to stay awake, hating how difficult it was to deliver a message to her father. "Harry Grissom…Har…" everything turned black…

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When Lydia opened her eyes the hospital's wing was silent. 'Everyone must have gone home or are…'

(…when everyone's asleep…)

Lydia's pupils widened and glanced around the room. If Harry was here, he could have been hiding in any of the wing's shadows. 'Get a grip, Lydia…you're under surveillance…you're in Intensive Care…'

(And more helpless than before)

Lydia ignored the very thought and sunk into her covers unnervingly. The clock struck 1:00 A.M; its bells chiming a familiar song. It was Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik; usually this classical feat was a comforting tune to any other guest in the Winter River Hospital. But to Lydia, the bells were the first act of tonight's nightmare…

("Thank-you, thank-you, you're all to kind…now onto the show!")

As if on cue, the window latched shut. Footsteps echoed toward her. A figure wearing a long composting trench coat slowly made is way to her bedside. "Lydia Deetz, did I wake you?" he laughed as his eerie green eyes lit up the room.

She, for a moment, prayed it was Betelgeuse who was paying her a visit. Any one, even the Grim Reaper himself, was more welcome in her heart than Harry. 'What is he going to do to me tonight?' she pondered grimly. 'Play games?'

He sat down beside her body and observed her condition with amusement. "Not going anywhere, are you?"

Lydia looked away with mortal terror, "What…what do you want with me tonight…" she stuttered. Half of her wanted to hear her fate and the other half withered at the very question

Harry bent over and kissed her cheek. Lydia tried not to shudder out loud. "Lydia, Betelgeuse had told me how beautiful you were, and I never believed him…but he was right…You are drop dead gorgeous."

'No…he wouldn't…he wouldn't…he wouldn't! NO!' her mind cried with fear as Harry took one of his flaming hands and ripped through her hospital dress, running his hands down her nude body. His lips pressed against her breast and his hands pinned her arms to her sides. "Now for Part Two of your punishment…" he whispered and Lydia threw her head back and let out a cry of horror as he pressed his chest against her and a volt of electricity bolted down her spine…