Shards to the Heart: A Ghost Adventures Fanfic

The Special: Part Two

"It all started around the end of October in the year 1985. The first death that was documented was a thirteen year old girl. She was murdered by one of the head nurses of the Asylum." Emma nodded, not showing any sign of fear or disgust.
"What was the girl's name?," Emma asked.
"Cheyenne Marcie," Laura responded. Emma nodded again.
"Have you ever had any personal encounters with Cheyenne?," Emma asked. Laura nodded frantically. "Could you describe it to me?"
"Well as you probably know," Laura said. "The Asylum is open to the public as a haunted house during the time of Halloween. I was telling scary stories in one of the old bedrooms. . .when I suddenly felt a tug on my costume. Then, there was a whisper in my ear saying, "my room". During that time, I actually was telling the stories in Cheyenne's old bedroom."
"So you believed it was the ghost of Cheyenne?" Laura nodded, and Emma turned to the others. "Any of you have an EVP recorder on you?," Emma asked.
Nick pulled an EVP recorder out of his pocket. "I do," he said, then handed it to Emma. Emma thanked him then turned back to Laura.
"Could you please take us to Cheyenne's room?," Emma asked Laura. Laura nodded.
"Wait," Zak asked as Laura began leading them down the hallway, "what are you going to do?" Emma glanced back over her shoulder at him.
"I'm going to do an experimental EVP session with Cheyenne to see if I can get anything out of her. Since she was my age when she died, she may find it easier to talk to someone her age rather than twenty-six year old men." Zak nodded, seeming impressed. Laura stopped outside of a room marked with the number 1222.
"Right in there," Laura said. Emma flicked the switch on the EVP recorder and walked slowly into the room. Emma's heart was pounding, but she forced herself to look calm as she sat down on the bed.

Aaron watched in shock as Emma sat down on the bed. He thought about how, in all the episodes before this one, how he and his friends would just barge into a room and demand the ghost for answers.

Apparently, Emma did things a little differently.

Emma began speaking casually, as if she were talking to an old time friend. "Hey," Emma said to the empty space in front of her. "So, from what I've heard, this is Cheyenne's room. Am I talking to Cheyenne?" Emma rewound the recorder.
"My. . .room," a voice said, coming out of the recorder. Aaron and the others, as usual, began reacting right away. They began moving around the hall outside and talking to each other excitedly. Emma, however, showed no reaction and continued speaking again.
"I can totally relate to you Cheyenne," Emma said. "I'm not a huge fan of people just walking into my room like they own the place either. It's OUR territory, isn't it?" Suddenly, a young girl's giggle was audible, through human ears, in the room, and when Emma rewound the EVP recorder again, there was another intelligent response.
"Em. . .funny," said a voice through the recorder. Emma smiled. Then, she got all serious again.
"Why can't you leave Cheyenne?," Emma asked gently, so gently the men outside almost couldn't hear her. "What's holding you here?" After Emma asked that question, a little girls cry was audible throughout the entire building.
"Can't. . .leave. . .Nurses. . .stop me." The voice came clearly through the recorder.
"The nurses are gone Cheyenne," Emma said kindly. "Nobody's going to stop you now. Go to the other side. It's warm and safe there. Leave your pain behind and go."
"Thank. . .you," Cheyenne said through the recorder. Suddenly, Aaron saw a ball of light shoot out of Emma's head. He knew it was an anomaly. I'll show Zak the footage when we do the playbacks before the lock down, Aaron thought.
Emma walked out of Cheyenne's room and looked the adults square in the eye as she said, "she's gone."
"How do you know for sure?," Zak asked.
"When I first walked in there, goosebumps erupted all over my body and the air suddenly became really cold around me. It stayed like that throughout the EVP session, then when I told her that she could leave and she thanked me, it all just left. Goosebumps, gone. Chilly air, gone." Emma smiled and said, "she's free."
"I can't believe you managed to have an entire conversation with her by just talking casually," Nick said. "We can hardly get a few sentences out of our ghosts." Zak and Aaron nodded in agreement. Emma rolled her eyes at them.
"Well yeah that's because you guys treat them as if you own them," Emma said. "You demand them for answers and actions. Even though they've passed on, these people are still people. They just want someone to talk to. You demanding things of them is only going to make them more restless. Now demons on the other hand," Emma added. "Demons are a different story. If I'd been dealing with a demon in there, I would've walked in like a Navy soldier and would have been as agressive as a prison guard. I hate those guys. Cheyenne, though, Cheyenne was just an innocent girl who's life was ended tragically. The last
thing I was going to do was treat her as if she were never a human being." Aaron wiped a tear from his eye. She had a point. Ghosts were still people. Not pets that they could order around.
"Speaking of demons," Zak said, and Aaron noticed him wipe his eye, "are there any that you believe are here?"
"Yes," Laura said. "The head nurse, the same one who killed Cheyenne, was hanged here. When the rest of the Asylum workers had learned about what she'd done, they took her up to the highest point, which was the attic. They cut a hole in the attic floor, put the noose around the woman's neck and pushed her. She died almost instantly."
Aaron looked at Emma, who was pushing up the sleeves on her sweatshirt, an angry look on her face. "Now this one," Emma growled. "This one I might have a problem with."
"Has this nurse ever physically harmed visitors who maybe came for the haunted house?," Zak asked. Laura nodded.
"Yes many actually. She seems to have a liking for hitting children between the ages of ten and fifteen." Zak looked over as Emma growled in her throat.
"Apparently Emma's not a fan of this ghost," Zak said, causing the others to laugh while Emma shook her head fiercely. "Where does this nurse usually hang out?"
"In the old nurses station," Laura replied.
"Got it," Zak said. "Emma and I are going to go mark that room with an X."
"Are you sure it's safe to bring Emma?," Nick asked. "What if the ghost hits her?"
"I'll hit her right back! I've got a demon side too. If this lady thinks she can hit me and get away with it, I'll show her how wrong she is!" Aaron laughed as Zak ran after Emma, who was already way ahead of him.
"I'm glad I got that all on tape," Aaron said to Nick, still laughing. Nick smiled and nodded in agreement.

Zak and Emma located the nurses station near the entrance to the Asylum and began walking. "Are you sure you're not scared?," Zak asked Emma. Emma shook her head fiercely.
"No but I'm angry," Emma said. "I hate ghosts who harm women and children. You harm a woman or a child near me, I don't care who you are, I will knock you down."
"I hear you Em," Zak said. "That pisses me off too." They stopped outside the door of the nurses station. Zak looked at Emma. "Should we-"
"Look for more clues while we're in there?," Emma finished. Zak nodded and Emma shrugged. "Sure I don't see why not. It may help with the lock down later on." The pair walked cautiously into the room, taking in the scene. Suddenly, something caught Emma's eye, and she raced towards it, followed by Zak. Emma put a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god," she said. When Zak reached her side, he saw what she was gawking at. Lined up neatly on several shelves were human body parts, now falling apart inside their jars.
"These have been here for awhile, by the looks of it," Zak said. Emma shook her head slowly.
"That's not what I'm looking at," Emma said. She pointed at the top shelf. "Look" Zak looked at where she was pointing, and he felt his jaw drop. Lined up on the top shelf were jars of heads. Emma was pointing at one in particular. It was labeled 'Cheyenne Marcie. Age 13'.
"Oh my god," Zak said, completely in shock. He looked at the other heads around Cheyenne's. He noticed that all the heads were from children, all between the ages of ten and fifteen. Just like the kids that get attacked here, Zak thought. "Looks like Cheyenne wasn't this nurses only victim," Zak said.
"That sick son of a gun. . ." Emma whispered. She quickly placed the black X in the center of the room, then turned back to Zak. "Let's get out of here," Emma said to Zak. "Before I flip out and start raging at this disgusting excuse for a dead person." She left the room, steaming. Zak followed quickly behind.
When Zak and Emma got back to Laura and the others, Aaron and Nick asked the pair what they'd seen. "That sick. . .excuse for a nurse. . .had a collection of children's heads," Emma said, obviously struggling to stay calm. "Had them labeled with their names and ages too." Emma turned to Zak. "I have an idea for the lock down tonight," she said to him, "but you're going to have to trust me."

"Absolutely not," Zak said after Emma had finished explaining her idea. "There is no way I'm letting you sit alone in that room and do an EVP session with a phsycotic dead nurse."
"What's she going to do Zak?," Emma said. "Ghosts barely have enough energy to even speak, I highly doubt she's going to manage to rip my head off." Zak thought about this for a minute, becoming irritated when he realized that she was right. Damn her logic, Zak thought. Finally, he sighed defeatedly.
"Fine," he said, "I'll let you do the EVP session." He prepared for her to begin jumping up and down, squealing and hugging him. However, Emma just nodded and thanked him for his compliance. "Alright," Zak said, a bit shocked by Emma's reaction, "let's go meet Jay and Billy in the tech van to review the interview and tour footage, then get locked in this place." He looked at Emma. "You ready for this?" She nodded and pushed her glasses up, then followed Nick and Aaron out of the building.