Ok, next chapter but before I begin, thank you everyone for the reviews, as long as i know ppl are reading this I will write, but when the reviews run a little low, its the inspiration to write also becomes low. Even if it's a little smiley face, I just would like to know if anyone is reading.

'I couldn't have been asleep for more than 20 minutes', she thought as she sat up from the quilt, which she had been tuck into nice and snugly.

What had woken her up, she wasn't sure. Something had, and that was all she knew. Also now that she thought about it, it was surprisingly cold, actually if she didn't know any better, she would have to say that it felt like someone had kept a freezer door open, and the air from it was blowing along the floor. Being careful not to wake Jane, she got up and strained her eyes to look around the room; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Just then she realized that the room was no longer cold, slowly walking back over to her quilt; there it was again, that same cold air.

It was as if she had walked through somebody, it gave her the Goosebumps. The little spot of cold air seemed to be moving around, as if it were a spirit. She was about to find a candle and light it, when she heard a sound that sent a chill up her spine.

*Bang Bang*

Something was knocking on the other doors that were in the hall they were on; she could here two knocks, and then nothing. Then a little closer there would be another two knocks. It was as if someone was walking up the hall, knocking twice on each door before moving onto the next.

She stood there rooted to the floor as the knocking got closer and closer, she swore she could hear chains dragging along the floor every now and then. The cold air had gathered around her again, sending chills up and down her spine. Her hair rising on her body, as the shuffling of feet could now be heard.

'It's just a noise.' She told herself, 'If I wake Jane up, he's just going to make fun of me.'

It sounded to her, like a hollow noise, a hollow bang, as though something were hitting the doors with an iron kettle, or an iron bar. How Jane managed to sleep through this she didn't know, surely she wasn't just imagining all this; her mind had not run away with her yet. It pounded regularly for a minute now, and then suddenly more softly, and then again in a quick fury, seeming to be going methodically from door to door, at the end of the hall.

Cursing that she didn't have her gun with her, she realized that if it was some sort of spirit, a gun wouldn't do much good against it. Just then she was brought out of her thoughts by iron crashing against what must have been a door very close to them. Her whole body stiffened, if that was possible as she already seemed as stiff as a post, and her body chilled all over again, the cold air rushed around her with more furry then before.

'This has to be a terrible dream I'm was having, and just before our door is about to open, I will wake up or maybe it will just go on down the other side of the hall, and I will never hear it again.' She thought, just then she heard it crash against the door across the hall, it was louder, it was deafening, it then struck against the door next to theirs. Suddenly her body was filled with adrenalin, and she threw herself from where she stood. Running to hold her hands against the door.

The air had been warm for a minute when she had made the mad dash for the door, but now the cold air she had been standing in before made its way back to her, it crept and pinched at her, filling and overflowing where she stood.

She was deadly cold from the air, it caused her teeth to chatter, 'damn', she swore, the less noise she made the better. Whatever was outside must have been listening for any sign of life, for it was silent outside as she stood there with her hands on the door.

Then suddenly, so suddenly that Lisbon leaped back against the bed and gasped, the iron crash came against their door, and she lifted her eyes in horror, because the hammering was against the upper edge of the door, higher than either of them could reach, higher than David could reach, and the sickening, degrading cold came in waves from whatever unearthly thing was outside the door.

She stood there at the end of the bed, still and looking at the door. The cold troubled her even more than the sounds; even her leather jacket she was wearing was useless against the icy little curls of fingers on her back. The intelligent thing to do, perhaps, was to wake Jane up, why he hadn't woken from all the noise and cold air, was beyond her. The only problem was that at the moment her body didn't seem to be working, she strained her ears for any sound that might be coming from the other side of the door, but all she could hear was the steady breathing of Jane on the bed, damn him, why should he be able sleep through this when she couldn't.

She knew why people screamed now, in all her life she had never screamed before, but now that she knew that thing, whatever it was, was outside of their door trying to get in, screaming seemed like the most reasonable thing to do.

Just then she could hear sounds of pattering coming from around the doorframe, small seeking sounds, feeling the edges of the door, the thing trying to sneak a way in. The doorknob then turned a bit, she was damn glad she chose to lock the door before heading to bed, though she didn't know what good it would do. The little sticky sounds moved on around the doorframe again, and then, as though a fury caught whatever was outside, the crashing came again, Lisbon saw the wood of the door tremble and shake, as the door moved against its hinges.

"You can't get in." Lisbon whispered, as loudly as she dared. And again there was silence, then a thin little giggle came, in a breath of air through the room, a little mad rising laugh, the smallest whisper of a laugh, and Lisbon heard it all up and down her back, a little gloating laugh moving past her around the house, and then the cold air disappeared from around her.

'It's over', she thought with a sigh of relief, her legs giving way as she fell backwards, landing on the bed.

"What?" Asked a groggy Jane, lifting his head from the bed, he fumbled around for the box of matches he had seen on the bedside table, and found them. Lighting one, he relit the candle on the bedside table.

"Well if you really wanted to get in bed with me." He smirked, when he saw Lisbon lying on the bed. "You could have just asked." She couldn't be bothered answering him, she was still in shock at what had just happened, and an annoying Jane was the last thing she wanted to be putting up with right now.

Lifting himself up so he could see Lisbon's face, Jane saw that it was a deathly pale and that sweat was pouring from her forehead.

"Why, you look as though you've seen a ghost." Jane stated. "Had a bad dream, Mr Logins words came to haunt you after all?" He asked.

"Did you hear anything?" She asked quietly, not trusting her voice enough just yet, as she still had chills going up and down her back.

"No, did something happen while I was asleep?" He asked, amused at the way she was acting, in all his time of working with her, he had never seen her so scared before.

Lisbon was quiet for a minute, taking in what Jane had said, he hadn't heard it, she was sure as heck that he would have, after all it did sound like a cannonball had been thrown against the door. It must have been a dream after all; her mind must have gotten the better of her. She let out a laugh, causing Jane to frown.

"What?" He asked, looking at her as if she was crazy.

"Oh nothing, just thinking, that's all." She replied. In truth she was bewildered, she could have imagine it, after all it was quite dark in there before Jane lit the candle, she might have just imagine the noise, the cold air, and the door when it moved under one of the knocks.

"Lair." Jane blurted out. "Why did you really laugh? Just realised everything that happened was a nightmare?" He asked smugly, damn him and that smug smile, if only she had the energy right now to smack it off his face.

"Shut up Jane. I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood to put up with you right now." She said hoping he'd take the hint and just leave her alone. Then pushing herself up she looked at the large red clock that was on the wall, it was only 12:30am, she still had at least another 7 to 8 hours left before she could question David, and then get the heck out of here.

"Well if you think you can get back to sleep, I'll blow out the candle again." He told her, as he moved over to the candle and gave it a quick blow, putting the flame out. She hadn't really wanted him to blow out the candle, the light was warm and welcoming, and it made everything seem less evil. Reluctantly she got herself up from the bed, and headed back over to the quilt on the floor, thankfully the air was nice and warm around her now, it was no longer cold and chilling, and once again she settled herself back down.

She had been laying there for not more than five minutes, when from the room next door, came the steady low sound of a voice babbling, too low for words to be understood, too steady for disbelief. The chills of before had now come back, and where walking up and down her spine as she laid there listening. The low, steady sound went on and on, the voice lifting sometimes for an emphasis on a mumbled word, falling sometimes to a breath, going on and on.

Surly Jane hadn't fallen asleep again that quick, she knew he was an insomniac, yet if he wasn't asleep, why hadn't he said anything about this voice, why hadn't he acknowledged it. Why was she the only who seemed to hear these thing. Just then her body broke out into a tremble as the cold air rushed around her again, consuming her, swallowing her up, in its unsavoury atmosphere.

Just as the cold air had rushed in, without warning, there was a little laugh, the small gurgling laugh that broke through the babbling, and rose as it laughed, on up and up the scale, and then broke off suddenly in a little painful gasp, and the voice went on.

Just then a hand came down and grabbed hers, at first she had jumped at the sudden contact, but then knew it was Jane's, he must have heard the noise after all, but had not said anything in case he had alerted the thing that was in the other room. Looking to where Jane ought to be in the room, since he was holding her hand, she then thought, why is it so dark, yes it was past 12, maybe 1 now, and Jane had blown the candles out, but it was so much darker now, so much indeed that she could feel it creeping around her along with the cold air. She was too scared to say anything, just holding Jane's hand was enough for now. Another chill went up her back, and she clutched Jane's hands with both of hers, she tried to speak and could not, she held on, blindly, and frozen, trying to stand her mind on its feet, trying to reason again.

"Jane", she tried to whisper, and her mouth could not move. "Jane", she tried again, but couldn't. The voice went on in the other room, babbling, low and steady, a little liquid gloating sound. She thought she might be able to distinguish the words if she lay perfectly still, and listened, and heard the voice going on and on, never ceasing, as she hung desperately to Jane's hand.

Then the little gurgling laugh came again, and the raising mad sound of it drowned out the voice, and then suddenly absolute silence. Lisbon took a breath, wondering if she could speak now, and then she heard a little soft cry which broke her heart, a little infinitely sad cry a little sweet moan of wild sadness. 'It is a child', she thought with disbelief. Then came the wild shrieking voice she had never heard before and yet knew she had heard always in her nightmares. Then the little sad cry came again.

The babbling went on, low and steady, on and on and on, the voice rising a little and falling a little, going on and on.

Just then the lights where on again in the room, "Lisbon I think I heard something in the other room." Came Jane's voice from the other side of the bed.

Lisbon let out a shriek, as she looked down at her hands, where she was sure she had been holding Jane's hand. Her hands were now wet, and had blood smeared all over them.

"What? What's wrong Lisbon?" Asked Jane, his voice filled with concern, Lisbon never screamed, ever.

"W-w-w-whose hand was I holding?"

Next chapter done, will update when I have 10 reviews :D