Hey guys, sorry for taking so long with this one but i was completely blocked!

I just thought of this chapter this morning so tell me what you guys think okay.

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Now You See Him

'So, Simon is a psychopathic killer, and we're stuck in her for another night?' Puck started the conversation over breakfast.

'Looks that way.' Sam agreed, most of the guys sitting around the breakfast table.

'This is so messed up.' Tina said, Mike hugging her closer.

'Look guys,' Mr Schu started as he poured himself another cup of coffee. 'We just need to wait it out and stick together.'

'But Mr Schu, what are we going to do when we leave tomorrow?' Mercedes asked. 'I mean, there was a murder that no one knew about.'

'You're right Mercedes. We'll talk to the local police on the way home tomorrow, that's all we can really do.' He smiled. Then two more members of the glee club walked in. 'Morning girls.' Mr Schu greeted them.

'Morning Mr Schu, guys.' Quinn said for the both of them as she and Brittany sat at the end of the table.

'Did you sleep okay?' Finn asked.

'Yeah,' Quinn smiled at him. 'Well, until Santana started mumbling in her sleep.'

'Is she okay?' Mr Schu asked.

'We think so.' Brittany said uncertainly. 'She felt warm and was sweating and kept rolling around. I ended up sleeping with Quinn because she couldn't stay still.'

'Hot.' Puck grinned, Lauren slapping him on the shoulder.

'Anyway,' Quinn shot him a look. 'She's still asleep. We didn't want to wake her.'

'That was a good idea. The longer she sleeps, the quicker this whole thing will be over for her.'

'Sure Mr Schu.' Finn agreed.

'So, you really had no idea that Santana's family had history here?' Rachel asked, sipping some orange juice.

'No Rachel, I didn't.' He sighed. 'I knew something was wrong when Jeremy looked at her.' As soon as Mr Schu said his name Mercedes had a thought.

'Mr Schu?' She questioned as he looked over to her. 'Do you think he's the one who locked us in?'

'But why?' Puck asked.

'Yeah guys, I'm sure it was just a mistake that the gate key wasn't on the key ring.'

'Okay.' Mercedes agreed. Just as everyone was about to carry on with their individual conversations and their breakfast, they heard something from upstairs. A loud bang rippled through the house making the cupboard doors shake and everyone look upwards.

'What the hell was that?' Sam asked, everyone looking around frantically. Then Brittany shot Quinn a look.

'Santana!' She yelled, pushing herself up from her seat and sprinting to the stairs. Quinn wasn't far behind, the rest of the glee club following.

Ten minutes earlier…

Santana was lying in her bed trying to sleep soundly but a constant whisper in her mind wouldn't let her rest. She rolled over and over, reaching out for a blonde that was no longer there. She groaned and opened her eyes, lifting her hand to her head and running it over her face. She was sweating. She was hot. And she couldn't make the whispering stop. 'Lopez….' It said gently, but she knew it was Simon. At this point all she really knew was that Simon was the bad guy, Maria was the good guy, and Duncan could be floating around too. If two ghosts were possible, whose to say a third wouldn't be? He was killed by Simon, just like Maria, so maybe he hadn't moved on either. 'You're fault….' He spoke again, Santana becoming more and more frustrated with every word. A pounding had started in her skull, like a heartbeat it thumped in a rhythm, her eyes screwing up in agony every few moments.

'Fuck off Simon.' She said, after hearing him whisper for a third time. He was blaming her. He was actually blaming her for something her relative did more than one hundred years ago.

'You'll pay…..' His voice grew deeper, threatening. Like it was out in the woods when he told her to get out. Santana needed to leave, get as far away from this damn place as she could. She closed her eyes once more as her head throbbed, grabbing a chunk of duvet in her hand and squeezing it tightly. Even if she was stuck here for another night she could still go and see if Mr Schu had any aspirin, so without opening her eyes she flung off the covers and sat herself up. She was just about to get up and attempt to walk downstairs, when she opened her eyes.

'Shit.' She whispered, fear running through her.

'Where do you think you're going?' He grinned. She could actually see his ghost, and it was terrifying. He looked exactly as he did in the pictures they had seen, a large man loosing his hair. His crooked smile revealing teeth that were obviously neglected, and his eyes glowing with anger. He was looming over her as she was rooted to the bed, unable to make a move away from him because of how scared she felt.

'B…Brit….' She tried to call out for help, but it was too late. Simon made a move towards her. Somehow, over the years, he must have figured out how to touch solid objects because his hands gripped onto her shoulders as he threw her across the room. She landed with a crash into the wardrobe, one of the wooden doors cracking and snapping inwards as she collided with it. She lay crumpled on the floor, her back killing her and her headache worsening with every minute. She clutched her head in her hands as she rolled onto her stomach to try and lessen the pain, but it was no use. Everywhere seemed to hurt now and she saw him walking over to her.

Brittany and Quinn burst into the room seconds later, the latter scanning the room quickly in search of their friend. 'Oh god,' Quinn covered her mouth with her hand as Brittany was stuck in a shocked state. They saw Santana. She was pinned up against the wall but they weren't sure how she was staying there. She was unconscious, a large bruise on her face as blood trickled down her cheek from a cut below her hairline. Above her on the wall were the words; 'Get Out.' Painted in red. And they prayed that they weren't looking at Santana's blood. Mr Schu came up behind them moments later, gasping at the sight in font of him. The girls were obviously paralysed with fear so he motioned to Puck and Finn to help him. Everyone gathered in the small room as they watched the guys slowly get her down.

'Santana?' Mr Schu looked her over after Puck and Finn had placed her gently on the bed. 'Santana.' He repeated, but she made no movements. He realised right away that she wasn't dead, her chest rising and falling slowly as he checked her over for more injuries. 'Tina, can you and Mike run down and get the first aid kit out of my room please?'

'Sure, we'll be right back.' Tina nodded, taking Mike by the hand and hurrying out of the room.

'Mr Schu,' Brittany finally spoke, she and Quinn moving around to the head of the bed. 'Is she okay?' She sobbed.

'I don't know yet Brittany,' he smiled sadly, but then he felt a hand on his own. He looked down and saw Santana's eyes, open and filled with terror.

'Mr Schu…' She whispered, tears falling over her cheeks and burning her skin.

'Hey, shhhh, it's alright.' He stroked the top of her head. She sniffed and attempted to bring her arm up to wipe her face, when a pain shot through her back. 'Ahh, shit.' She cried out, causing more tears to fall.

'What is it?' Quinn asked, looking down at her friend.

'My… my back.' She sobbed once more. 'Brit.' She tried to look up behind her, seeing Brittany in obvious distress. Quinn nudged the dancer in the side, snapping her back to reality and sending her to Santana's side. Mr Schu moved out of the girls way so that she could kneel, gripping firmly onto her hand just as the guys ran back in with the first aid kit.

'Here Mr Schu.' Tina handed it to him, but he thought he would give the two girls a moment before examining Santana more thoroughly.

'Thanks.' He smiled at them, everyone then falling into silence as the girls spoke.

'Santana, are you okay?' Brittany asked, crying all the while.

'No, Brit I don't think I am.' She tried to smile.

'What happened?' Brittany wanted to know, looking into Santana's eyes and stroking the bruised side of her face gently.

'It was Simon,' she sniffed once more. 'He…. I could hear him…in my head.' Santana rolled over onto her side. She ignored the pain that coursed through her because she needed to be closer to her girlfriend. 'Then I went to get up and find you guys….' She bit her lip before continuing.

'San, what?' Brittany ushered her into the next part, the Latina needing some help to get it out.

'I… I saw him Brit.'

'What?' Brittany looked at her. Up to this point they had only heard the ghosts, never seen them. This was really bad.

'I fucking saw him, his fucking ghost.' Santana spat, and Brittany knew she was scared because she was swearing. The Latina was never really good with feelings, so expressing what she needed to say with curse words was all she could do. 'I'm fucking insane.' She added.

'You're not insane Santana, it's this place.' She lent in to kiss her on the forehead and then the lips. 'I'm not gonna leave your side until we get out of here okay. I wont let him hurt you any more.'

'Promise?' Santana asked, and they had never heard or seen her more vulnerable.

'I swear to god.' Brittany confirmed, as Santana let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. She was so tired.

'Brittany,' Mr Schu put a hand on her shoulder. 'I need to have a look at Santana, okay, take care of her injuries.'

'Yeah Mr Schu,' Brittany smiled at him and then went to move away, only a firm grip on her wrist stopping her.

'Please don't Brit, don't go.' Santana's eyes were still closed, Brittany planting one more firm kiss on her head before carefully moving around to the back of her.

'I'm right behind you baby, I'm not going anywhere.' She ran her hand up and down Santana's arm as Mr Schu cleaned the blood off of her face. All of the other glee clubbers were sitting or standing around the room, and they couldn't believe any of it was happening. It was supposed to be a fun bonding weekend, and it had turned into a nightmare.