Ok, firstly, I wanted to post this before tomorrow's episode and mission complete, secondly this is most defiantly one if not my favorite chapter in this entire story, I hope you love it as much as I do. Thank you everyone who added this to their favorites, alerted, and especially reviewed, keep on reading. Thanks everyone and please review! So excited about this chapter even though I wrote it.

The four of them left the room and Lydia walked to the door of the renovated room and turned the nob. "It's locked," she said confused as Allison and Rachel looked at her funny.

"Are you sure it was this room?" Stiles asked as the three looked at him funny.

"No, because there are so many rooms being renovated," Rachel answered sarcastically as Stiles looked at her trying not laugh.

"Maybe they locked it to prevent any of us from going in..." Stiles stopped talking when they heard a buzz saw start up.

"I wanna go home," Rachel whispered nervously as Stiles busted the door down, Ethan stood before them the buzz saw above his head. "What are you doing," she shouted as Ethan screamed lowering the fast moving blade to his stomach.

"Oh my God," Allison screamed as everyone ran toward him. Stiles was the first to get to him trying to pull the moving buzz saw from Ethan's grip. The saw fell to the ground as Allison pulled the plug from the wall and Stiles fell Rachel grabbed his shirt as he hung in front of the motionless blade.

"Have you lost your mind?" Rachel looked at Ethan, true she hated the guy but it wasn't strong enough to let him kill himself. He seemed to ignore her as he readied his claws while both girls held him back. The three stumbled and his arm brushed against the hot renovation light burning his skin forcing him to wake from his trance.

"What are you doing?" he barked looking at Rachel who held his arm.

"Saving your ass," she said bitterly letting him go. "Maybe I shouldn't of," she hissed and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Stiles chased after her. "We need to find everyone and get out of here."

"I'm going to bed, There is no way of leaving till morning, so I'm going to get some sleep," she said nervously. "I'm just going to the room Stiles, I'll be fine," she smiled at him as he took her hand. Shaking her head pulling herself from the thoughts she was thinking she pulled her hand away and looked at him differently, there was no hate or hurt in her eyes anymore, but she still didn't feel the trust. She turned and went back to the room closing the door she sighed and rested her head on the door taking as many deep breaths as possible.

"No such things as ghosts, no such thing as ghosts," a little girl's voice echoed in the room, Rachel's eyes opened and she stared at the door her breathing becoming heavier. "No such things as ghosts," the little girl continued. "No such things as ghosts." Rachel recognized the voice but she didn't want to believe it. Slowly turning she stared at a little girl no older then five sitting in the corner, her hands began to shake as she knew instantly who it was.

"Rachel," she whispered as the little girl looked up.

"No such thing as Ghosts!" young Rachel screamed as Rachel closed her eyes. When she opened them again the little girl was gone.

"Rachel," a woman's voice echoed through the room. Rachel stood up and turned around staring at a woman laying on the bed. Her skin was white as snow, her arms and legs were cut up and she looked in serious pain.

"Mommy," Rachel teared up covering her mouth at the woman on her bed. "Oh my God, what happened?"

"Ignore me," the woman laughed grabbing her daughters hand. "Why are you so alone?"

"I'm not alone," Rachel said confused at her mother's words, Rachel grabbed the phone next to the nightstand ready to call her an ambulance.

"Rachel, stop," her mom demanded grabbing her daughter's wrist knowing no paramedic could save her. "Listen to me," she groaned. "You are alone you always have been, Scott never cared about anyone but himself, and Stiles he just wants one thing out of you then throw you away the very next day."

"Your wrong," Rachel whispered teary eyed.

"No, Rachel I'm right, and until you realize Keith is the one for you the sooner you'll be happier, You always loved Keith I've seen it in your eyes, the way you smile at him, you just don't know it yet, sweetie, but Keith...he's the only one that cares about you, I don't know why but you push everyone away."

"What are you talking about?" she snapped standing up. "I don't like Keith, he's just my friend."

"Please Rachel," her mother laughed. "You told me yourself you never had a friend. You came home crying every day because you had no friends. Even when you were little Stiles and Scott poked fun at you," her mother continued to laugh.

"I knew they were joking," Rachel sighed.

"RACHEL!" her mother yelled as she looked up. "Listen! Open your eyes! You have no one when I'm gone, you are alone, can't you understand that? You have no friends, no love, you have NO ONE!"

"I have Isaac," Rachel screamed.

"Isaac, Isaac can't even take care of himself."

"That's a lie."

"Don't you dare call your mother a liar."

"I just did. You are wrong!" She screamed closing her eyes. When her eyes opened again she found herself alone, her bed was empty and the room was silent, Rachel slowly made her way to her purse and sat on the bed. "Alone," she whispered tears stuck in her throat. "Alone," she repeated pulling a pair of silver sizers from the bag. "Alone," she said softer as a tear fell down her cheek.

"Rachel! Open the door," Isaac shouted on the other side slamming on her room door.

"Get out of the way!" Stiles yelled trying to put the key in. They opened the door and stared at Rachel as she continued to whisper to herself starring at the sizers. She placed the tip to her stomach. Isaac ran over and pulled the sizers from her hand she stared at him blankly and clouded.

"Alone," she cried.

"Don't be mad at me," Stiles whispered walking closer to her with the flare. He pressed the flame to her shoulder and she screamed out quickly pushing the flare away.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" she screamed at Stiles as everyone sighed. She looked around and immediately hugged her brother.

"Your not alone," he whispered in her ear as she tightened her grip.

"Come on, we got to find Scott," Lydia demanded as everyone walked out the door.

"Go watch Boyd," Stiles demanded Isaac who nodded and ran down the hall.

"Stiles wait," Rachel whispered grabbing his hand pulling him toward her. She stared at him thinking too much. Moving closer to him her hands traveled down his cheeks and he smiled as her hands reached his shoulder she leaned in and rested her head in his neck. Inside he was cursing but tried to hold the emotions in.

"Come on," Allison shouted breaking the hug. Rachel ran down the hall followed by a bummed out Stiles.

"Over here," Lydia shouted seeing Scott standing by the bus.

"All we have to do is burn him and he'll snap out?" Rachel asked as Stiles nodded and the four stood before Scott who was dripping wet.

"Oh my God," Rachel whispered covering her mouth as she could smell the gasoline. Panic was flooding her thoughts she barely heard anything as she tried coming up with a plan to prevent Scott from dropping the flare that was in his hand.

"Scott," she whispered pleading him but he still looked upset.

"Scott, your wrong," Stiles spoke up as everyone looked at him. "Scott, your my best friend, my brother...and...and if you do this, then...I'm going with you," he added.

"Stiles," Rachel screamed feeling heartbroken thinking she could lose both her best friends in a matter of seconds. Lydia grabbed Rachel's arm hoping to prevent her from doing something stupid. Stiles pulled the flare from Scott's hand and threw it to dry land as everyone sighed in relief.

"Look out!" Lydia shouted as the girls jumped on Scott and Stiles just as the flare hit the trail of gasoline causing a massive fireball to form. When everything calmed down and seized to exist they all stood and looked around, Rachel hugged Scott.

"Ok, I'm not gonna try sleeping there again, all in favor of the bus?" Rachel spoke up as everyone raised their hand.

"You go shower," Allison demanded Scott and Stiles followed after him.

"I'll get my brother and Boyd, meet here in ten," Rachel said as Lydia opened the bus and climbed on. When everyone was back on the bus they scattered through the bus Lydia and Allison slept together while Rachel was between Scott and Stiles.

In the morning Coach was the first on the bus. "There you are!" he shouted as everyone sat up abruptly woken. "Incase you all missed the announcement we're going home, meets been cancelled," he shouted.

"Of course it has," Rachel whispered as she and Stiles stood up.

"What's that Miss Lahey?"

"Nothing Coach," she rolled her eyes and sat behind Lydia and Allison Stiles taking the seat next to her. Lydia talked coach into giving her the whistle and she examined it.

"Why do you have coach's whistle?" Rachel asked standing up. Lydia didn't answer instead she covered the whole at the top and blew the whistle. Particles of wolfsbane rested on her hand.

"So that's how it happened," Scott said shocked.

"You mean that's what was messing with us last night?" Rachel looked around the group. Stiles grabbed the whistle from Lydia's hand and leaning over Rachel threw it out the window.

"Stilinski!" Coach shouted running over trying to stop him. "You are buying me a new whistle when we get back home!" he yelled as Rachel tried to prevent a loud laugh from coming out.

"Sure thing Coach," Stiles answered as the bus pulled out of the haunted motel.

"I'm glad I have you," Rachel whispered leaning over resting her head on Stiles' chest. Her eyes shut and he rubbed her head as she fell asleep.

"I'm more glad I have you," he whispered looking forward, Rachel was fast asleep not catching a word he said to her. As the bus drove back to Beacon Hills Rachel kept sleeping on Stiles who continued to brush her hair with his hand.