Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 11: Investigator Zak Bagans

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Chapter 11: Investigator Zak Bagans

"Left hook
I didn't see it coming
Left hook
You've got dead aim"

I continued dancing with Zak, mainly following his lead.

I was nervous enough dancing with him, and now he wanted to talk?

"What about?" I replied casually, hoping that maybe he just wanted to talk about how the shoot went, or about the weather.

That would be a nice, easy conversation.

"Don't get mad...you gotta promise me that first," Zak replied.

Oh great, I thought.

I gave him a bit of a warning look, but decided to see what he had to say.

"I promise," I started.

I waited until Zak was about to talk.

"...that I'll try not to," I added, with a slight smirk.

Zak laughed.

"Alright, fair enough," he stated.

I smiled in response.

"Listen," Zak started. "I know how hard it can be to talk about your personal experiences with the paranormal...I face that struggle with people at every investigation, and with every episode of 'Aftershocks' that we film...but a lot of the time, it can be very helpful."

"Rushes out
Run away
Rushes out
You always run away"

Damn lyrics, I thought.

Had this been his plan? To try to force my emotions out of me?

I did my best to remain level headed.

"I know that," I replied simply.

I should have said more - explained why it wasn't so easy for me to talk about my experiences. But those three words came out before I could think.

Zak chuckled softly after a brief pause.

"You're still not going to tell me, are you?" Zak asked.

I shook my head.

"No," I replied softly.

I knew I could trust him, he did after all do this for a living. He wouldn't laugh at me or judge me.

But too many people had hurt me, I was afraid to open that door again.

Zak studied me briefly before trying again.

"Can you at least tell me a few small details?" Zak asked. "This spirit that you said you see, is it a full manifestation? A shadow? Can you hear them with your own ears?" Zak added, full of curiosity.

"What rushes in to my heart and my skull,
I can't control. Think about it, feel it in my bones
What rushes in to my heart and my skull,
I can't control"

I felt my emotions starting to ramp up, my mind flashing through all the memories I had of seeing Emily.

Of hearing her voice.

I tried to think of something I could tell him, some little detail that would ease his curiosity until I was ready to tell him more. I really did want to talk to him about my experiences, to get his opinion on them.