A/N: Thanks u for the reviews I have now hit 10, and as promised here is the next chapter, lol though I do believe that most of the reviews came from one person ;)

"What?" Asked Jane bewildered, as Lisbon got up from where she was, and walked over to him with her hands out.

"If I wasn't holding your hand, then whose hand was I holding?" She asked, and then looking down at her hands again she jumped, letting out a gasp. "What the heck." She stammered, her hands no longer were smeared in blood, but were just sweaty.

"Woman, what are you on about?" Jane asked, looking at her as if she had lost her mind.

Maybe she had lost her mind, maybe all those nights with little sleep or none was finally taking its toll on her, maybe she was finally losing her mind from lack of sleep. One minute there had been blood, cold wet blood all over her hands, now they were just covered in sweat. Before that had been the hand, she would have sworn only minutes ago that she was sure she had been holding a hand, now she wasn't so sure. And that voice, wait no, it was a moan; no it was…. gosh she didn't even know any more what she had heard, as it was all a blur. What was happening to her? Whatever was happening she couldn't let Jane know, she couldn't let him know she was weak, that she was losing it. Goodness only knows what he would say to Hightower (I wrote this a while ago when Hightower was in charge, no idea who the new boss is going to be since I am pretty sure the guy after Hightower is going to end up dead) or the others if she let on what was happening to her.

"Nothing, it was a dream, I was just dreaming." She lied, hoping like crazy Jane wouldn't pick up on the lie, that she was telling a small fib to hide how bewildered, how weak she felt right then. There were only four possible answers to what was happening to her, which she could think of.

One: David had something to do with this. Maybe he spiked her meal. Only that didn't sound right, how would he have known she was going to sit at that seat, and eat from that plate, he couldn't have. And if he had spiked both of the plates, why wasn't Jane going through what she was.

Two: Maybe it was a side effect from whatever had caused the pain in her neck, and then knocked her out. Only that didn't make sense, since when did you hear of a mosquito, or any other bug at that, that could make you hallucinate like she was, yes maybe a spider could, but normally other things, like a huge bite mark would come along with them, and she didn't have one.

Three: Maybe, and she wasn't so sure she hadn't, she had finally lost her mind, after losing her mother in a car accident, her father to alcohol, looking after her brothers for all those years, then getting into the CBI seeing all those bodies dead, lifeless, every day. And to top that all off, there was all those nights she never or rarely got to get any sleep. Maybe years of all these things happening had finally caused her mind to break, to fall apart.

And four: Maybe this house was haunted; maybe it held some supernatural force that was out to get her, to make her go crazy. If you had of asked her yesterday if she believed in ghost and the supernatural she would have just scoffed at you, now she wasn't so sure. She was willing to believe anything at this point.

"Lisbon, are you sure you're okay?" Jane asked, getting up from the bed, and walking over to her.

"Of course I'm okay, I told you it was just a stupid dream, now just drop it will you. And if you tell anyone about this I swear I will make your life a living hell."

"Meh, I wouldn't tell anyone about you're break down." He said. "Not that they would think any less of you, but I promise I won't tell them about the fact that you think you may have lost your mind."

She stared at him blankly; of course he had known what she was thinking.

"I think I need a glass of water." She said, hoping to change the subject.

"I could do with a drink also." He replied yawning, since it was only 1am, "I'll go get us a glass each." He told her as he unlocked the door. Before closing the door behind him again, he let out a ghostly moan. Lisbon picked up his shoe from the floor and threw it at his head; unfortunately he managed to close the door before it hit him.

She sat there, on the bed, as she waited for Jane to come back with the water, she had time to contemplate which of the four reasons she thought would be most likely. Now that she thought about it more, the more she was sure that everything she had herd, felt, and seen was real. The more she was sure it had really happen, she sat there on the bed contemplating this when a cry, so low but yet so piercing rang through the air, causing the hair on the back of her neck to rise. She didn't care what anyone thought, she wasn't crazy, she wasn't hallucinating, and she sure wasn't dreaming, she had definitely heard a cry, and she was wide awake, she even pinched herself to make sure.

Not five minutes had escaped since Jane left, and she was hearing things again. Maybe whatever it was, was out to get her. She sat there in silent, straining her ears to hear if Jane was coming back yet. Nothing, she couldn't hear anything. Maybe she had just imagined it after all. As it was silent in the room, not a breath of air to break the silence that she could now feel creep up on her, making the chills of before come back, and dance like two small fingers, up and down her spine again.

Then again, after what she guessed to be three minutes, came the cry, but this time it sounded like a long, sad sob of a broken heart. She was glad for the light that she still had from the candle, it made everything that little bit better, but it didn't help to stop her hair from standing, or the chills that still danced up and down her back. Again, the sound could be heard as if it was getting closer, like it was floating through the air to get to her.

Then to her surprise, and utter shock, the wall to her left groaned, making the sound of a thousand rocks grinding past each other. She sat there in utter terror, staring at the wall, dreading what was going to happen next.

Again, the cry came, but this time it was closer, much closer. It was outside the door, it sounded as if it was floating around like a ghost, and then to her utter horror she remembered she had not locked the door again after Jane had left. She trembled as the cold air rushed in under the door, and swept around her, so vicious and strong was the cold air, that it became a strong breeze blowing her hair around her face. The cry which had not stopped on the other side of the door became a scream of terror. She shot up from the bed, her body filled with adrenalin, once more, as she rushed to the door, locking it. Just as she did this, there was an ear splinting crash on the door, as the point of an axe came through the door.

She looked in terror at the axe that was now being pulled back out of the door, and the cry became a hectic laugh on the other side, growing in volume as the axe came once again through the large wooden door.

Panicked, and terror stricken, Lisbon looked around the room for a means of escape, her eyes fell on the window first. They were round, and had a plus frame that went through the middle of them, the frame was made out of metal, and there was no escape this way. That she knew. Turning to look at the left wall where the grinding had come from, just before she had rushed to lock the door, she saw that there was now a doorway in the stone wall.

Just then the axe came through the door again, this time it split the large wooden door down the middle, the frantic, hectic laughter came under the door with more cold, chilling breeze then before, making her hair swim around her face, her clothing started to blow around in the cold air that came from nowhere. Then the laughter, which was on the other side of the door, became so loud and strong that her ears began to hurt. Knowing that whatever was on the other side of the door could now get in with one more pound from the axe, she ran as fast as her legs would take her, picking up the candle, she ran to the doorway that was now in the left side of the wall. As soon as she stepped into the dark, cold, damp, wet hallway, she suddenly heard the grinding again, turning around she was just in time to see the wall closing up behind her.

A/N: I'm soooo sorry this chapter is soooooo small, but I have been really busy and couldn't get around to the usual 2,000 words per chapter, so this one is only about 1,500. 15 for next chapter :D