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"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Zak asked me with a look of concern in his eyes. I couldn't see him through the dark, but my mind could see his face clearly as it matched his tone of voice.
"Positive. Unlock the door." I nodded, watching through the viewfinder of my handheld camera to watch him do as I asked.
"If you get uncomfortable, please yell for me."
"I will."
As I walked into room 18, I could feel an overwhelming sense that someone or something didn't want me there. Although I still couldn't see clearly, I knew that Zak was standing in the doorway, not wanting to officially lock me in like he jokingly did to Aaron.
"TJ, if you're here, please give me a sign," I asked into the darkness. "If there's someone else who wants to make contact with me, you can."
I moved to sit on the bed, sitting in silence and closing my eyes, letting myself be completely vulnerable to whatever the presence was inside of this room. "TJ, I know you died in here. Can you make contact with me? Or if this is someone else, you can make contact with me, too."
"Sweetie, be careful who you're inviting in." Zak warned.
I had the sudden urge to point my camera at him, seeing a black mass over him, standing roughly two feet taller than him. I screamed at him to move, but it was like there was a divider between us. Was this a beast or a man standing over him? He couldn't run – he was frozen inside. His face told me that he didn't hear my screams.
As he stood in the doorframe of the room, the hallway behind him was pitch black, yet the room I was standing in was bright and colorful – a literal difference between night and day, except this time, I looked down at my clothing to see I was in the same clothing that women wore in the 1800's. A sliver of sunlight shone on the figure standing behind Zak, and I could clearly see this entity's face. He was not human, nor has he ever been human. He had a gleam in his eye that I didn't like, and he wanted to take a life, yet he was taunting me by not doing anything to Zak right in front of me. He wanted to see my fear before making a move. "Who do you love when your love has run dry?" This entity spoke.
I couldn't reply. I too was frozen in my place, looking in Zak's direction as if we were in different dimensions. I reached for him, but he didn't react. "I'm ready to get out of here now!" I shouted, yet he didn't respond. "I'M READY TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" I repeated with more urgency. This wasn't going to be my time to die, and I was going to make sure of it.
"He's coming with me, and so are you." The entity spoke.
"Jesus Christ!" I shouted. "You are not taking either one of us!"
"You think that name will make me scream and shout in agony?" He scoffed. "You poor, little girl, how ignorant you are."
I screamed to the top of my lungs, backing myself into a corner as this entity approached me, towering over me so much so that his head nearly scraped the ceiling. He smelled vile, his feet were hooves, and his eyes were a glowing yellow.
