Ok, yes I know another short chapter but this one I have reason for this being so short that I really liked this episode I didn't want to rush any of it by putting too much goodies in one chapter so here is the next chapter. enjoy, read, and please review.

As the bus pulled up to an old creepy looking motel a chill went up Rachel's spine. "You ok?" Scott leaned over looking at Rachel who stared at the motel.

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" she whispered as they got off the bus. "Is it me or does this place just feel..."

"Creepy," Lydia finished Rachel's sentence as both girls looked at each other.

"Alright, pick your roommates and get ready we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow," Coach yelled holding out a handful of room keys. Rachel took a key and walked toward the motel thinking Lydia and Allison grabbed the same key. Rachel opened 513 and walked in immediately laying down on the bed yawning, she sat up when the door opened and stared awkwardly at Scott and Stiles.

"Hi," she said awkwardly before grabbing her bag. "I thought Lydia and Allison..."

"You can stay," Scott laughed as she looked at him funny.

"No, Coach will..."

"Coach won't care, he never does" Stiles laughed throwing his bag on the bed she laid on.

"I'm...going to take a shower then," she said nervously just as a knock came from the door. Rachel opened and stared at Lydia.

"There you are," she sighed laughing and Lydia grabbed the girl's hand. "We'll be back," she said to the boys as she walked down the hall.

"Lydia what's wrong, I was going to shower and go to bed," Rachel laughed as Lydia brought her into her and Allison's room. "What?" she laughed. Lydia had looked like she saw a ghost as Rachel put her phone on the end table.

"In the front office, there's a number on the wall," Allison said as Lydia looked like she was zoning out.

"So what," Rachel laughed leaning against the dresser with the TV on it.

"Well the number represents how many suicides have happened in this hotel," Allison continued as Rachel furrowed her brows.

"Who takes pride in how many people die in their hotel," Rachel said disgusted.

"Lydia, what's wrong?" Allison asked finally noticing she was acting weird. Lydia softly screamed and both Rachel and Allison ran over to her.

"What happened?" Rachel grabbed Lydia who turned and looked at her two friends.

"The couple in the other room just shot each other."

"What? Are you sure?" Allison asked.

"Of course I'm sure, I just heard it." Lydia quickly walked for the door and trailed against the wall until she came to the door of the neighboring room while Rachel and Allison followed her.

"Lydia, you are probably really tired and your mind is playing games with you," Rachel said.

"I know what I heard Rachel," Lydia snapped opening the door. The three girls walked into a pitch black room and Lydia nervously turned a light on, the entire room was in plastic and looked like it was being renovated.

"See," Rachel sighed as Lydia shook her head.

"I know what I heard," Lydia repeated trying to not sound crazy to herself. Rachel could hear her phone ringing in the other room and she walked back to Lydia and Allison's room. She answered the phone but the other end was silent and Rachel hung up.

"Stand up straight, Rachel Mary Lahey," a man demanded from behind her. Rachel looked up and saw the reflection of her father in the mirror. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," he sighed as she continued to look at his reflection. Her dad began loosing his belt and she dug her nails into the dresser knowing what was coming. "I will not tell you again, fix your posture," he barked she jumped and took a step away from the mirror her knee brushed against the radiator and she jumped gasping in pain from the small burn. She looked around the room and noticed she was alone. She looked at her phone and saw she had a missed call from a number she never heard of.

Rachel left the room and without saying a word to Allison or Lydia, Rachel returned to her room. A light sweat broke out and she took a seat on one of the beds. "You ok?" Stiles asked as she stared at her feet almost too scared to say anything. "Rachel?" he rested his hand on her shoulder and she jumped.

"I think this place is haunted," she whispered looking at Stiles before quickly hugging him, something she wouldn't think of doing since the breakup.

"What do you mean?" he whispered in her ear as she squeezed him harder. He wrapped his arms around her and tried calming her down. When she finally let him go, Stiles rested her on the bed and walked into the bathroom. Rachel stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

"Hello?" Scott asked she sat up and looked at him, he was on the phone with someone. He hardly said anything and he walked to the window staring out looking with a strange twisted face.

"Scott?" Rachel sat up, but he didn't answer her. He seemed to jump at something he didn't like and Stiles walked over talking about some problem in the bathroom. He burned himself on the radiator and seemed to snap out of it the same way she did. She stood up and stared at Scott, wanting to say something but she kept her mouth shut. "Can we at least try and go to sleep," she sighed wanting to sleep, hoping her mind would settle down with the messed up visions. She laid on her bed starring at the ceiling nervousness ran in her stomach and she sat up. "I don't like it here," she sighed as both boys looked at her. She got up and made her way for the door.

"Where are you going?" Scott asked as she smiled at both boys.

"Out, I need a breather," she answered walking out the door letting it close behind her. She walked outside and looked around, the motel seemed darker and Rachel sighed her breathing becoming a little heavier. She walked down the stairs and into the main office. Hitting the bell a few times she sighed when no one showed up, starring up she saw the number Lydia was talking about. "Two Hundred and one, God, this place is sick," she sighed turning as Lydia and Allison walked in.

"I thought you were going to bed?" Lydia sighed.

"I can't sleep, Scott and Stiles keeping me up," Rachel rolled her eyes laughing as Lydia nodded. "That's really disturbing," Rachel pointed to the number on the wall as Lydia nodded.

"Wait, I thought you said it said a hundred and ninety eight?" Allison asked as Lydia looked at the larger number.

"It did, how can it have changed in the last hour? Did three more people die while we were here?" Lydia asked nervous and grossed out.

"Unless," Rachel spoke up.

"Their are going to be three more suicides tonight," Allison gasped looking at Rachel. The three girls quickly ran back to Rachel's room and knocked on the door ready to explain what kind of night they were having.

"What?" Stiles asked. "Forget your key?" Rachel shook her head as she pushed him back and Lydia and Allison came in too.

"I told you I didn't like this place," she pointed to Stiles who laughed at her. Everyone sat down and Lydia began explaining everything that was happening to her. Lydia reached opened a dresser and pulled the Holy Bible out while she explained everything to Stiles. Looking carefully at the book Stiles took it from her and pulled a newspaper article out.

"What's that?" Rachel asked as they stepped closer to the article that rested on the bed. Stiles soon shook the Bible gently as more and more newspaper articles fell on the bed.

"Maybe all the Bibles in the motel have articles with what deaths happened in each room," Stiles said slowly.

"We have to find Scott, Boyd, and Isaac, we need to get out of here," Allison demanded nervously as everyone nodded in agreement.