Tracy, a huge Ghost Adventures fan finds herself thrown in the thick of it. Both a passionate relationship and a demonic connection nobody could ever have predicted evolve. How will Zak, Tracy and the crew cope with this new and bizarre situation? W...
My eyes spring open and I am immediately aware that something is wrong. The room is bitterly cold, darker than dark and most disturbingly of all I don't feel Zak's body wrapped around mine. I sit up and find the bed cold and empty next to me.
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"Zak?"I call out quietly into the darkness. There's no answer but I think I hear a shuffling sound near the door. Maybe he sleep walks, I think and reach over to flick on the lamp to make sure he's ok. Instead of the brightness I expect the lamp buzzes and flickers and glows dully.
"Zak?" I ask again, getting worried now, I strain to see into the shadows. All of a sudden the light flares temporarily blinding me. I blink rapidly and as my eyes become adjusted I see something that will be burnt into my mind forever.
Zak was there his back to the door and eyes wide with terror. He seemed to be unable to move or speak but was pinned there helplessly. I jump out of bed and run towards him but I scream as I feel something grab my arm from behind. I can't move, the pain from the boney hands gripping my arms barely registering as I strain and struggle to free myself. My thoughts are only for Zak, I had to help him. As if whatever it was could read my thoughts a hideous voice growled in my ear.
"You can't save him this time." It crowed. As my own eyes widened in shock and fear I watch as angry red welts appear across Zak's body as if he was being whipped. He struggles against his invisible bonds and tears form in his eyes pleading with me.
"Please stop!" I sob, trying to pull away from my captor. "Let him go! I command you to let him go!" I scream but to no avail as the onslaught continues and the whip breaks his skin, welts become gashes and the blood drips down his torso as the wounds open before my eyes.
"Nooooo!Stop!!" Zak is able to scream. "Tracy please help me!" The fear and pain in his voice is unbearable, tears pour down both of our faces.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! I'll do anything you want, just leave him alone, please!" I scream and beg, trying to pull away with all my strength feeling the fingers bite into my skin. Zak looks at me with pain etched all over his face, fear and sorrow deep in his eyes. His head flings back and hits the door with a sickening crack and he goes limp against his unseen bonds.
"No,no nooooooooo!" I scream, hysterical trying desperately to pull myself towards him.
"Tracy! Stop! Tracy! Its ok." Its Zak's voice but how? It must be another trick and I howl and fight to get free. "Tracy please! Come to me sweetie, you're ok." I try to figure out where the voice is coming from.
"Zak!?"I scream as I feel myself being shaken.
"Tracy dammit! Wake up! Wake up!!" All of a sudden I find myself back in bed my hands punching and pushing hard against Zak's chest as he holds my shoulders and looks down at me a look of dread in his eyes. I go limp and drop my hands, terrified, confused and relieved all at once. "Zak? Is that really you?" I whisper and breakdown into sobs as I reach for him clinging on to him never wanting to let him go again, trying to convince myself that he's really there. The sobs wrack my body as I lose any semblance of control. Zak pulls me up and cradles me in his lap and begins to rock and brushes the hair back from my face.
"Shhsh shhh." He hushes me. "Its ok baby, I'm here, you're safe, I've got you." He comforts me and kisses my face. "You're safe Tracy,its ok, you're ok. Shhhh.' He whispers softly as he continues to rock and stroke my hair.
Eventually my sobs begin to subside as the hotel phone rings, Zak reaches to answer as I continue to hiccough against his chest, refusing to let him go, I recognise Aaron's voice coming through the handset but I can't make out what he is saying.
"Yeah bro don't worry we're ok, Tracy just had a nightmare, I've only just calmed her down. No, we'll be alright, thanks tho bro, sorry to wake you. Yeah dude I'll talk to you later. Yeah, bye." He hangs up the phone and hugs me hard as I sniffle against him.
"Tracy, sweetie. ' He whispers, "How are you doing? Are you able to tell me what happened?" I look up at him with red rimmed eyes and nod.
"I think so." I croak, fresh tears squeezing through my wet eyelashes. I move away from him just enough to to be able to talk comfortably, but not letting him out of my grasp. I describe the dream and the terror, shutting my eyes tight against the memory of Zak's pain and distress, not wanting to witness as the colour drained from his face and the look of shock frozen there as I talk. As I finish up with how I woke to him leaning over me unable to believe it was really him he pulls me too him strengthening his grip around me.
"It was so real Zak!" I exclaim. "I could feel the cold and the pain, smell the blood even." I shudder, "Your blood." I whisper with a fresh sob. He lets go and holds my face in his hands kissing me gently and wipes the tears from my cheeks.
"I'm ok Tracy I promise, it was just a dream. I'm sorry sweetie, I'm so so sorry." He apologises with a deep sorrow. I'm confused, why is he apologising to me? I scoot back away from him to get a good look at his face but still cling to his hands unable to let him go.
"Why are you sorry? What did you do?" I ask, "You can't control my dreams can you? Its not exactly a surprising result of what happened last night is it? Its not your fault Mister." I tell him but he shakes his head sadly.
"But it is, I brought you here and I didn't listen to your warning which ended up with you putting yourself in danger." He lets out a wobbly sigh, obviously fighting with his own emotions.
"I told you before I don't do anything I don't want to do and if we're going to argue fault I'm just as much to blame for emailing you in the first place!" I tell him in exasperation at least he's taken my mind off being upset I suppose.
"Yeah whatever." He mumbles but I know he will continue to blame himself." The things is Tracy, I've had dreams like you described. Simultaneously vivid and dark, so real that you feel everything. Aaron has had them too but it was always after we had a demonic experience. Ones that have followed us ever since. This shit doesn't leave you Tracy! That's why I'm fucking sorry!" His voice raises in anger directed at himself.
'Hey, come on look at me." I reach up and make him face me. "I'm ok, really, I can deal with this."
"You shouldn't have to though!" He blurts in frustration.
"That doesn't matter to me. All that matters is that you're ok and here with me. You will guide me with this won't you?" He nods. "I can handle this Zak, I know it won't be easy but I don't break easily either. I'll be ok I promise you." I kiss him lightly causing him to sigh in defeat and I wonder if i'll ever really be able to convince him that i'll survive and more importantly that I don't blame him and never will.
