A/N: sorry that it too soooo long to get this out. I've been wicked busy, but here you go :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own TAPS, the show Ghost Hunters, or any of the members of TAPS. The only people I own are Lacey Swift and Jack Thomson. This is purely for fun :)

Chapter 3

A few days later, we finally arrived in sunny California. Actually, it was raining, which ruined my perfect image of the state.

After driving for another three hours, Hollydale Mental hospital came into view. It was a bit more run-down than most hospitals, but it had been closed for a number of years. But it was the stereotypical haunted hospital. It had kind of an ominous look to it, and the rain made it even more foreboding. I suddenly got really nervous; not because of the prospect of being here at night, but with the fact of being here with my problem. I didn't know if the present of the patient's spirits would trigger something in me.

We pulled into the so-called "entrance." There was a guy standing under an umbrella, probably waiting to give Jason, Grant and Steve the tour. We parked the vehicles and they went over to greet the guy, leaving me, Amy, Adam and Tango, in the other van, waiting for them.

"You okay? You look kind of freaked out." Amy asked, eyeing me cautiously. I forced and smile and nodded.

"Yeah. Hospitals have always creeped me out." I replied. It wasn't a total lie: hospitals did creep me out.

"Okay, I know what you mean." Adam said, turning around to give me a caring smile. I returned it, and looked out the window. I couldn't help but think that he doesn't know what I mean.

…

An hour later, it was lights out, and we began our investigation. I was with Steve and Tango, and we were making our way to the backward.

"This is Steve, Tango and Lacey, in the backward." Steve said, talking into the microphone. "Tango, Lacey. The backward was where the doctors did their "experiments" on the worst patients."

I laughed a little and shook my head. "So basically, this is where they tortured them." I asked, looking around the room. I heard Steve chuckle softly.

"Yeah, pretty much." He said. "People here claim to hear footsteps, voices and see shadows. One guy even got pushed into a wall pretty hard."

There was a moment of silence before Tango spoke up. "Are you the one pushing people?... Were you a patient here?" Silence.

"We know what they did to you was horrible, but we're not here to hurt you. We just want to talk and help get your story out, so it doesn't happen to anyone else." I said, leaning against one of the walls. There was a bit more silence, then I heard a soft thump.

"Did you hear that?" I asked Steve and Tango.

"Hear what?" they both replied.

"It was a knock, or a bang. I think it came from one of these other rooms." I told them, walking over to where I heard the noise.

I entered the room, and it had nothing but an old hospital bed and some debris on the floor. "Can you make that sound again?" I asked. There was another thump, and I could definitely tell it was coming from this room.

"What's your name?" I asked the air. There was more silence, then I heard what sounded like a high pitched scream. It wasn't quiet either.

"Lacey? Are you okay?" I heard Steve call from back in the larger room.

"Yeah. Did you hear that scream?" I asked, walking back towards the door.

"That wasn't you?" Tango asked. I shook my head. "No."

As I got to the door, I heard a noise behind me, something that sounded like a low groan. "Guys, I'm getting a lot of activity in here." I said, looking around the room again. Steve suddenly appeared in the doorway with Tango, the recorder in hand.

"Can you do that again?" I asked, looking around expectantly. There was nothing at first, then what sounded like a deep laughter. The three of us looked at each other.

"Please tell me you heard that." Tango asked, his eyes wide. Steve and I nodded, and I walked towards the opposite wall.

"Do you think something's funny?" I asked in a provoking tone. Nothing. "Oh, so now since there's men here, you won't do anything? In Baltimore, we have a name for guys like you: you're a f-." I stopped talking when I felt pressure on my back. "Guys, I think I just got pushed." I said, turning around to face them.

"Just now?" Steve asked, walking towards me. I was about to reply when I felt another shove from behind, this time it was hard enough to make me go forwards a bit.

"Woah, are you okay?" Steve asked, getting to my side quicker.

"Yeah, I think-" I was cut off again by something shoving me, but this time, it was hard enough to send me to the floor. I fell to my knees, a shock going through my body.

"What the fuck?" I said loudly, staying on the floor.

"Woah, Lacey, are you okay?" Steve asked, and I felt his hands on my back. I saw another pair of legs in front of me, and I nodded.

"I, uhm, I need some air." I said, struggling to get up. Steve and Tango helped me regain my balance, then led me out of the room.

"I think we've had enough of this room." Tango said, as we headed back the way we came.

…

We got back out to the van, where Jay and Grant were watching the monitors. They saw us approaching and immediately came towards us.

"Is everything alright?" Grant asked, looking from me to Steve to Tango.

"Lacey got pushed in the backward, three times." Tango explained as I concentrated on taking steady breaths of the damp air.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked, putting his hand on my forearm. I nodded and looked up at him.

"Yeah, just a bit shaken up." I told him, smiling a little. He looked me over and then nodded.

"Okay, why don't you three stay with the van, and Grant and I will go back inside." He said and the three of us nodded.

Once we were situated in the van, Steve looked at me. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern. I nodded and smiled at him.

"Yeah, just a bit shaken up. It's not every day an angry ghost pushes you." I reply, trying to lighten the situation. Steve nodded, and a small smile played at his lips.

"That ghost obviously doesn't like women." Tango said quietly, his eyes on the monitor in front of him. For some reason, that struck me as hilarious, and I suddenly couldn't stop laughing.