Never Let Go (Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter Eleven

First, I apologize for taking forever. Those writing ruts are evil. Secondly, oooh spooky...sorta. lol Hope you like and enjoy. More to come.

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Chapter Eleven

The mansion looked even creepier at night, very little light shined down upon the massive three story building. All the windows were covered and concealed. No cars or people around to interrupt their investigation; security officers had the streets blocked off. An extra measure of precaution to keep curious fans from wandering in.

Rylee swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared out the window. There was something eerie about the place in complete darkness. It was almost nerve racking and kind of unsettling. She hadn't felt this uncomfortable about a location in a really long time. Most locations she was able to push those kinds of feelings away and be able to do her job...but there was something about this building that scared her and she didn't know why.

She sighed softly, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. She wiped her palms on her pants, back and forth creating a friction sound. She was tempted to speak up and tell them she just couldn't do it. Something was in there.

She couldn't explain it.

Zak placed his hand over hers, stopping her hand movements. His touch was gentle, intertwining his fingers with hers. He didn't say a word only smiled when she turned and looked at him.

"Thanks." She whispered to him, her nerves easing to a stand still.

Nick pulled the van around to the back and parked next to the car. Pamela waited for their arrival, ready to lock them inside for the night; a thick chain and lock for the gate. They would only have access to the outside through the back door. It was a request by Zak, everything was shut down for their investigation leaving nothing to contaminate: the central air was turned off. It was going to get stuffy inside. This way they could go out back if needed.

Zak was the first one out of the van with Aaron close by with his camera ready to start filming. With each lockdown, they recorded being bolted in for the night showing that they couldn't leave or anyone getting in without the master key.

With a deep sigh Rylee was the last one to leave the van. 'Put your game face on.' She told herself as she stepped out of the van and was greeted by Aaron's camera in her face.

"Say hello to our viewers, Rylee." He said, zooming in on her face.

"Hello viewers. Welcome to the dark side." She plastered a smile on her face as she pointed to the mansion.

Aaron followed her arm down to where she was pointing, closing in onto the dark windows: not a movement in sight. He did a quick scan of the backyard before turning the camera onto Zak and Pamela.

"Are you ready to lock us in?" Zak asked her.

Pamela grinned. "You bet." She held up the chain and lock for Aaron to zoom in on it.

They made their way towards the tall wooden fence.

"We have a camera set up just on the other side of the fence that Nick just put up. This way, you all can see when we get locked in, we're stuck here until morning." Zak told the camera.

"So Pamela, if you would be so kind to lock us in." He held opened the gate.

"Good luck tonight and I'll be back in the morning to let you guys out." She stepped through and closed the gate behind her. She placed the chain through the two door handles a few times and latched the paddle lock on.

Once the sound of the car was gone, Zak turned to his crew. "Lets get started."

They made their way into the mansion, again Rylee was the last one to enter, closing the door behind her and locked it.