You and Grant had been doing part of your own investigation for the Trip Of Terror, which was a six-week trip across the states to six of the most haunted locations.

Stop one: The Whaley House - San Diego, California.

Stop two: HMS Queen Mary - Long Beach, California.

Stop three: Axe Murder House - Villisca, Iowa.

Stop four: Sallie House -Atchison, Kansas.

Stop five: Shanley Hotel - Saratoga Springs, New York.

Stop six: State Penitentiary - West Virginia.

It was stop two right now. After setting up various equipment and playing a game of peek-a-boo with a ghost named Jackie, who was a young girl spirit who had been rumored to haunt the Queen Mary, you and Grant were setting up for a Estes Method session.

It was eerily quiet. Though, what made you lift your gaze was the loud bang in the hallway outside the room you and Grant were in, you shot up. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Grant asked, looking at you.

"Mully!" You said loudly, thinking it was one of the boys messing with you.

Then Grant heard it. His gaze snapped to the door. "The hell?" He said, letting go of the light-rope he had been setting up.

It took two seconds.

One bang.

Two.

Three.

Then the temp. meter on the rem-pod spiked to show the temperature dropped drastically. The hairs on your arm stood as you felt a breath behind you, as did Eddie's.

Then, it sounded like there was a thud behind you and you and Grant bolted from the room. You weren't risking getting an attachment and neither was Grant. Though that coldness? That shit followed you and Grant as you ran out of the room.

Grant hadn't run that fast since his time in the military or even basic training.

"Hell no!" Grant shouted as you both got back to Josh, Mully, Eddie, and Juicy, Dose and Alana.

Eddie had to damn near catch you from the back of your shirt to keep you from falling.

Dose raised a brow, immediately stabilizing Eddie.

"Jesus you two-" Mully said, half amused. "The hells the matter?"

"Theres something- In that damn room-" Grant managed to say between pants.

"No. That shit followed us!" You managed to say, letting Eddie stabilize you.

Juicy, Mully, Eddie, Josh, Alana, and Dose all looked confused. Something followed?

"That shit was bad. So fucking bad-" Grant said quickly.

If this had Grant, was panicked when usually this guy was the most hard headed, well composed one, it was obvious that it was bad.

Really.

Really bad.