"Can you tell us your name?" Aaron asked hesitantly, his eyes locked on the small LCD screen on his camera, scanning the room to see if he could catch movement anywhere.

Silence. He opened his mouth to ask another question but was interrupted by a noise from Nick. Aaron focused the camera on the investigator and saw Nick rubbing his eyes. Aaron eyebrows raised in concern as he called over to him. "What's up? You ok man?"

Nick shook his head, "I feel really sad, man. Like it just came over me." He lowered the camera, though making sure it was still pointing at Zak, and leaned against a wall for a few minutes before standing up again. "And the feeling's gone..." He sounded confused and Zak started to walk over to him.

Zak, after making sure he was ok, exhaled, "I think we should split up. I'll stay in here and do some EVP. Aaron you can go in the basement, see if you can get scratched or pushed or something, and Nick you can go to the second floor and do some EVP also. That woman we interviewed earlier said she heard a scream on that floor." Aaron let out a sigh, he really really didn't want to go down there but he knew protesting would get him nowhere and Nick nodded. "Alright, I'll see you guys here in an hour. Oh – and if anything bad happens Aaron, just scream." The man muttered under his breath as he made his way towards the stairs while Nick silently followed him.

As soon as they were out of earshot Zak went over to the stage and placed his hand held camera down so he could focus on doing EVP. "If you're still here, can you tell me your name?" He looked around blindly, waiting patiently as his ears strained to hear an answer.

The young woman moved till she was right in front of Zak and let out another soft sigh that would only be heard later when they analyzed the recordings. "Mary."

Zak froze, "Did you say your name was Mary?" He waited a few seconds but got no reply. It didn't matter though, they had only been here for half an hour and already they had gotten some amazing evidence. "Mary...how old were you when you died?"

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Aaron let out a deep breath as he stood in the middle of the basement. He wasn't liking it one bit. "So people have said that they've been shoved down here...rocks have been thrown and women get slapped...so I'm gonna see if I can get whatever's doing that to do something to me." He spoke into the camera before shutting his eyes briefly. He really wasn't liking this. Not only did he not want whatever evil spirit was down here to touch him or throw something at him, but he was getting a bad feeling in this room. "I've heard you've been hurting people...you even threw a rock at an old man. That wasn't very nice." Aaron grimaced, his eyes scanning the room.

In the corner of the basement in the shadows, George (who also died in the fire with Mary) grinned. When he was alive, he had been an abusive man with a gambling problem...In death, well the only thing that changed was his gambling problem.

"If you want to push someone or throw rocks..." Aaron grimaced even more at what he was about to say. "...push me. Scratch me. Throw rocks at me." He tensed, waiting to feel the pain of a rock hitting his body.

George saw a small wooden board lying nearby and grinned wider.

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"Mary, you still with me?" Nine minutes had gone by with no sounds at all. Zak sighed before pressing pause on the digital recorder and picking up the camera on the stage. He wouldn't lie, he was bummed that Mary had disappeared on him. They'd actually been having a conversation...though it must have taken a lot of energy for her...He sighed. He really wanted to help her but-

A loud yell made him freeze.

Aaron.

A/N: This is really short I know I'm sorry :( The next chapter will be longer I promise