After Zak and I left the Starbucks, I was giving serious thought to actually going back to the hotel to confront the ghosts that had haunted me for so long. Would it be safer with them? I mean they hunted ghosts for a living, but how could you fight something that you couldn't see? As I was staring at the ceiling above my bed, Gizmo jumped up and sat on my chest, staring at me.

"What do you think bud? Should I do it?" I asked the cat. He regarded me for a second before mewing. I laughed a little before scratching his head. It looked like I had my answer. I fell into a restless sleep that night with Gizmo by my side.

When I woke the next day, I just stared at the ceiling. I needed to call Zak, but first I needed to build up my confidence. When I looked at the clock, it was already noon. I groaned as I threw one arm over my face, and felt for my phone with my other. I peeked through my fingers to dial Zak's number before covering my face again. He picked up on the second ring.

"Cecily?" he sounded confused. And why shouldn't he be. We had said goodbye last night with the knowledge that we would most likely never speak again.

"Hey, sorry for the call," I hated the way my voice sounded. It sounded weak and nervous, "but I was thinking of what you had said last night. About facing the spirits. I want to do it." He was silent for a while.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want you to put yourself in danger or anything."

"I'm sure." My voice came out breathy, it didn't sound like I was sure about this at all.

"Okay," Zak said after a small pause. "Let me talk to the guys about this. I'll give you call back afterwards." I nodded, and then remembered we were on the phone.

"Look forward to it," I said before hanging up. I sighed as I threw my phone to the foot of my bed. What was I getting my self into?

After my phone call with Zak I took a shower. The running water helped clear my head as I let it run over me. It was a hot shower, and when I finally stepped out the entire bathroom was steamy. I couldn't even see my reflection. I wrapped a towel around myself before reentering my room. I noticed my phone blinking at me, and saw that I had a voicemail from none other then Zak Bagans.

Zak's P.O.V

After Cecily hung up, I was in shock. After everything she had told us yesterday, she seriously wanted to go back into that hotel?

"What was that about?" asked Aaron as he dug into his food. We were at a small local restaurant going over the lockdown tonight.

"Cecily wants to go into the hotel with us tonight," I said, still in disbelief.

"Seriously? Why? What did you say to her last night?" Nick asked.

"I didn't ask her to go there if that's what you're saying," I retorted back, a bit offended that he would suggest it. "I said that if she ever wanted to face those ghosts, it might be a little bit safer with us. I mean we have a better understanding then most."

"I mean if she really wants to, it might be a good way to get some killer evidence."

"We could put her in her old room as a sort of trigger, see what happens."

"Well I guess it's settled then, I'll give her a call and let her know what's up." I walked away from table and went outside to make this call. I still couldn't believe that Cecily wanted to do this, but I took out my phone and dialed her number. It went to voicemail.

"Cecily, its Zak. Just talked to the guys about you joining us tonight. We think that it'd be cool for you to be a sort of trigger tonight. You'd just hang out in your old room for a while, by yourself, and we'd be in our base. If you're still interested in joining us tonight, send me a text and meet us at your family's hotel at eight."

Cecily's P.O.V

Well, looks like I'd be back at the hotel at eight o'clock tonight. I quickly sent Zak a text telling him that I would be there before getting ready for the day. I didn't do much, just sat around and tried to mentally prepare myself for what I was going to get into. I called my mother and told her. She was scared for me, but if this got me to visit her more, she was ok wit it. I also called my brother Richard. I had been a while since we had talked. He was away at college and didn't want to be on television anyways. I found out he was planning on coming home for a semester. It would be nice to see my punk kid brother again.

I had expected the day to drag on, but before I knew it, it was 7 o'clock and I had to get ready. I walked into my bathroom and just stared at my reflection. I tried not to think about what I was getting myself into and focused on what one would wear to hunt ghosts. I thought about the episodes of Ghost Adventures that I had seen. The guys always seemed to be wearing black, so black it would be. I picked out my outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted to look good because one, I'm a girl and when I look good I feel good, and two, Zak Bagans was a very attractive man, and I wasn't above going without makeup around cute guys. In my tight pants, combat boots, and black sweatshirt, I looked good. I sighed as I threw my hair up into a ponytail and grabbed my keys.

"Wish me luck Gizmo," I said to my cat who was lounging on my bed. He just gave a look before he went back to licking his paw. I snorted as I left my home. As I pulled up to the hotel, I could see the guys setting up a tent like structure a few yards away from the hotel. I parked my car in front of the tree, took a deep breath and made my way towards the tent. I stood in the small opening as I watched Nick, Zak, Aaron, and two other men I hadn't met, check on all their camera angles. They were all so focused on what they were doing, that no one noticed me standing there. I cleared my throat, to have five sets of eyes turn and look at me. A small smile touched Zak's lips as we walked over to greet me.

"Hey, how you holding up?" he asked as he finally reached me.

"I'm alright," I said as I crossed my arms across my chest. I was uneasy here. "Little stressed out, but what else is to be expected." I tried to smile, but Zak must have seen the fear in my eyes. A look of concern crossed his face.

"You don't have to do this. You know that right?"

"I know, but there's a part of me that needs to do this. I've closed off this part of my life for so long, it's time to face it." Zak smiled as he put his hand on my shoulders and led me into the computer base.

"I'm glad to hear it. Come on, there's some people you need to meet."

Zak introduced me to the two techs that worked with them. One was named Billy and the other was Jay. The guys explained to me that I was going to spend most of the night with Billy and Jay, watching the monitors for any sings of activity. Then around three in the morning, I was going to be in the house, alone, in my old room, talking to the ghosts to try to get some good evidence. Zak had told me I was going to be a sort of trigger. I didn't really like the sound of it, but I was here and there was no turning back now.