A/N: This is probably going to be my last update for almost a week. Simply because I am living out of a suitcase for the next few days. Staying at a B and B to stay away from my mum and stepdad and hopefully avoiding the wedding. I really don't want to go at all. Plus, I most likely will not have internet connection. Even if I do have my laptop with me. So sorry about that it can't be helped. Plus during writing this I am seriously pissed off! So I just can't concentrate! Blame my stepdad! He seems to think my life revolves around him! However hopefully whilst I am at what ever B and B I find myself in I will get a couple of chapters written, ready to upload.

This was really starting to annoy him. This house was just unbelievable. What on earth was it that had decided to take it upon itself to take Amy? What ever it was the Doctor was fuming at it. He ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to come up with even part of a plan to get her back, after finding that now none of the upstairs doors would open. He was annoyed now, more annoyed than he had ever thought possible. What did he do? What could he do? Nothing seemed to make sense to him at all. The only place left to try was the library, it seemed that was the only place he hadn't really been anywhere near. Yet whether it was a good thing or not he hadn't quite decided. Taking a deep breath he made his way down the staircase and headed towards the only room he hadn't set foot in.

It looked like a dump, like it hadn't been lived in for more than a hundred years, not that libraries were actually lived in but that was besides the point. Books were scattered everywhere and their must have been no more than two or three books that were actually still intact on their shelves. It could take hours, or even days to find out anything from this place. Time was one thing that the Doctor didn't have on his side right now, as far as he knew he had a few mere minutes before there was nothing he could do.

Whatever it was he thought was wrong with this house, if that would how you could phrase it in your mind, then that had completly changed. He no longer had a clue. The only thing clear to him now was that there was some form of Paranormal Activity going on in here. Something that had even the Doctor freaked out. He rested up against a bookshelf, closed his eyes and tried to think. What was going on? What could he do? How could he help? After all he was the Doctor, so surely he would be able to help in some way.

"Your ginger friend seems to have got the message and left. Why can't you follow her?" came the same voice that had caused the kiss with Amy, a while back to come to an end.

The Doctor snapped his eyes open and looked around him, not really expecting to see anything or anyone. Just like he hadn't upstairs, when Amy had been persistent that there was a boy at the end of the corridor. Still now was his chance, even if he had to talk to something that he couldn't see. Just standing there doing nothing wasn't going to get him anywhere.

"She is still around here somewhere. I want her back, because I am not leaving this house until I know she is perfectly fine. Some creature, even I have never seen before, took her just before. She was outside. Now I am being very calm right now, very calm indeed, well very calm considering what has been going on. Now tell me who was that creature and where has it taken her?" even as he spoke the Doctor continued to look around him, not necessarily looking for the person whom had spoken, but just any sign of movement to let him know that he was still there. For that was the only thing certain to the Doctor right now. The voice was male.

God! Why couldn't he just believe in ghosts, at least then he might be able to actually see who he was actually talking to. Yet no matter how much he wanted to do something, the back of his mind, simply wouldn't let him. There was no such thing as ghosts. He knew that, at least he thought he did.

"If you are talking about a large Skelton like dog, then I am sorry but there is nothing I can do. That creature lives within the gardens of this house awakening every twenty years to feed. It will have devoured her by now. You friend is dead!"

"NO! YOU ARE WRONG! Trust me, I'm the Doctor. I would know if she was dead. Stop lying to me and tell me where she is. All I want is to have her back and then I promise we will both leave. Well after you tell me who you are, why I can't see you and what is going in this house?"

The Doctor heard, what sounded like footsteps walking over to him. They seem to stop suddenly, making him feel nervous. He didn't want to attack whatever it was that was there, he assumed it was in front of him and that it was the same boy Amy had seen upstairs.

"That would be denial sinking in, Doctor. It is a common fact. You can have her back, if you manage to get her from the beast. Though I highly doubt you will. You face that creature and come back alive then I will tell you everything you need to know about this place." Came the voice again, this time from directly in front of the Doctor.

"Can I just?" the Doctor asked as he reached his hand forwards.

"Be my guest"

With those words the Doctor extended his arm further and soon felt it running cold, like he has stuck his hand out of a window with hail pelting down upon it. "Ah, so Amy was right. There are such things as ghosts" he placed his hand back down by his side. "If I can think that, answer me just two things and then I am off to find Amy. Why can't I see you and where exactly do I find Amy?"

"You must not totally believe that I exist, Doctor! Either that or you are refusing to believe I exist to prove to your friend that I am not real. Where she is concerned I can not be certain, though around the back of the house is where the creature sleeps, you could try there." Came the reply the Doctor had so eagerly awaited for "Just get away from this place, fast! All we want is to be left alone! All my mother wants is to be left alone!"

"Why? Why must we leave? Why does you mother want to be left alone? Is that her blood in the upstairs bedroom. Please, I just want to help. I can help" the Doctor knew that maybe he should really be getting a move on and searching for Amy, but if he knew her, and he did, then she would be just fine on her own. After all she was Amy Pond, so much like him Amy Pond and he loved her for it. He had no doubt in his mind that she would be fine, for the time being. So a few more minutes couldn't hurt!

"Yes, it is her blood, my father murdered her. In that very bed, claiming that she was ill with the Scarlett Fever for months afterwards so that me and my sister would never find out. Yet when my mother came to me in a dream telling me exactly what had happened I took it upon myself to take my own life to be with her. I tried to persuade my sister to do the same, yet father took her away from us, before anything could be done. That is all she has ever told me."

Amy opened her eyes. She had no idea where she was, only that it was cold beyond cold. She sat up and raised her hand to her head. She must have hit it or something because it seriously hurt and she just couldn't for the life of her remember what she had done or how she had gotten where she was. She scanned the area around her, trying to simply get some clue as to her location, yet all she could see was trees and grass. Slowly the red head climbed to her feet and took a few steps forwards, although she could see it was still rather dark and Amy didn't want to find herself walking into anything or tripping over anything. She could see something moving in front of her. "Hello" she spoke in a soft voice as she walked closer to what ever it was. "I don't want to hurt you. I just have to find my friend? Can you help me?"

Was it stupid that it didn't bother Amy at all that it was a huge skeleton alien dog that was now standing in front of her. She swallowed as he leapt forwards and simply stared straight at her. She took a step back, wondering if it could even talk at all. She knew the TARDIS would translate the language back into English for her to understand. Yet the beat in front of her just let out a loud roaring growl, which caused Amy to place her hands over her ears to muffle it. She had a feeling she was going to be it's next meal. It was staring at her like it was just about to open it's huge jaws and bite her head clean off. She backed up against a tree and tried to close her eyes, not really wanting to have to see its blood dripping jaws in front of her face, yet her eyes just wouldn't shut. She could feel her heart racing in her chest. Where was the Doctor, especially when she needed him. She had thought about running yet her legs didn't have the energy, they felt like jelly. She was frozen solid as well. God how she craved the Doctor right now. The heat of his body, the warmth that surrounded him. If these were going to be her last thoughts then she was going to make sure everyone of them dwelled upon the Doctor. She wondered if he even knew just how much he meant to her. Did he know that she loved him, and that she had been in love with him since she was a little girl.