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seven

The sounds Harry and I had heard the past two days were haunting me and I wanted to find out where they came from. Of course, this sounded like something I would never do since I almost broke down in tears the previous nights.

I was sitting alone outside of the tent in the eating hall, watching the beautiful forest view. Harry was outside in the woods, going out for a jog.

It was a sunny day and I didn't feel afraid for now. I don't know if it was the 14 hours long Supernatural marathons I had in the summer break, but I wanted to get to the bottom of this. It may sound a bit stupid, but at least I had something to occupy myself with while I was stuck here alone. I didn't have that fancy ghost detector that the Winchesters had, unfortunately, but at least I could investigate on my own.

Instead, I walked around in the big eating hall. Our tent was close to the open windows and I had never walked further inside to the kitchen. Pushing the heavy metal door open, the creaking sound echoed through the empty room. The room wasn't any different from any other room Harry and I had visited. The walls were cracked, the paint was chipped and it looked abandoned. But this room was bigger than the patients room. I could imagine the big kitchen counter filling up the room and busy workers running around making food for the patients. 

I walked further into the room, my hands trailed along the wall over the chipped paint. I had no idea what I was looking for. A cold spot? Something that could lead to a ghost? A ghost itself?

The whole situation I was in was too surreal for me. There aren't many times in your life you get to spend a whole week at a haunted asylum with the most popular guy in high school for one thousand dollars. Let me tell you, that is one story my grandchildren would want to hear.

And the weird thing I was that I was actually getting used to this. Living in a tent, inside the asylum with no plumbing and electricity. It has given me the opportunity to get to know Harry, who I thought was a major douche bag according to the rumors and it has given me time to find myself, as cliche as that sounds. When you're in a place where there is basically nothing to do, you let your thoughts flow.

After the dinner talk with Harry, I started to doubt my France plans, which was weird since it has been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember. Would my parents actually approve this? Also my mom was expecting a new baby in March, which is in six months. I would want to see my little sister or little brother grow up, and at the same time I want to live my dreams.

I continued to the first door I found and walked around. It led me to hallways with the patients room. It was way to quiet for my liking. I could hear the birds chirping outside, like they were trying to soothe down my anxious feeling I had at the pit of my stomach. I wish Harry was with me now. I missed the presence if someone, even though I literally just had breakfast with him an hour ago.

Suddenly out of nowhere, I felt a pair of hands grip onto my shoulder and a familiar voice whispered into my ear.

"Boo! Gotcha!" Harry said.

It felt like my heart had jumped out of my ribcage.

"You idiot!" I screamed, turning around and hit him in the chest. "Don't scare a girl walking alone in an empty hallway in a fucking haunted asylum!" I cried.

"I'm sorry," he cooed and pulled me into a hug. It just hit me that I was resting my head on his bare chest, he wasn't wearing a t-shirt. "I'm surprised that you didn't hear me."