"Okay! We're out of the hotel, now tell us what the fuck happened!" Corey yelled at Sam and Colby as we stepped out of the hotel.

I was still shaking like crazy. I felt like I could barely breathe. My head did not hurt so bad anymore, so the Advil had kicked in, but I was completely out of it. I felt like my legs might give out under me with every step. It had gotten to the point that Corey and Jake were carrying my bags and Colby was practically carrying me. My arm was around his shoulders and he was the only reason I had not collapsed before we made it outside.

I wanted to splash water in my face, hold my breath, pinch myself, do something, or anything really that might tell me this was some terrible dream.

When we were on the street outside, we decided to get breakfast. It was about five in the morning, so if places were not open already, they were opening soon.

We found a little dinner to get breakfast and it was adorable, but I only noticed because I was trying to put my mind on anything but what had just happened to us in the hotel.

Once we were sat down at a table, I put my head down and just kept shaking. I was not sure when the tears started, but I was just so relieved to be free of that place that they started flowing.

I felt a hand rubbing up and down my back trying to comfort me, but I just cried harder.

"What happened?" Corey asked Sam firmly. He was not going to wait for answers anymore.

"Colby was looking through footage and..." His voice was drowned out by my thoughts as I fell deep into a rabbit hole of fear as the past replayed itself before my eyes.

"Hey," Colby leaned down next to me and tried to get me to sit up, "Lia, it's okay. Whatever that thing was can't get us now, we're out of there. If it'll make you feel better we can get some sage and smudge ourselves and our stuff?"

"I'm okay," I sniffed sitting back in my seat and rubbing my eyes. They stung from how much I had been crying. I felt like a blubbering idiot.

"Can we talk about the video?" He asked.

"What video?" That's right. Colby had been asking about some footage when this all started. I'd almost forgotten about it.

"Sam and I left my vlog camera running while we slept. When you turned your computer off and fell asleep, do you know what you did afterwards? Was it a prank?" Colby seemed almost scared of my answer.

"Was what a prank?" The blood started to drain from my face. Sleep walking. Shaking beds. Running faucets. Things were adding up and piling on in ways I did not like.

"You sleep walked again. You stood over Sam and put you hand over his head with a pillow in it like you were going to smother him. Please tell me it was just a prank."

I felt myself start to tear up again, "I wish it was."

I started to hyperventilate and cry. Did I almost kill Sam?!

"It's okay, Lia, calm down. Nothing happened so you don't have to freak out. You just looked at him and held the pillow over him. He rolled over and moaned and you walked away and laid on the floor by the window."

"But I could have..."

"But you didn't is the point, so it's okay. I have no idea why you did that but we can figure this out. We have laptops and internet and some time before we have to leave for St. Andrews, so we can do some research and see if this kind of thing has happened to anyone before. Don't freak out too much yet, honestly I think crazier stuff has happened. Corey held a rock over Elton like he was going to bash his skull in and we got through it."

I was so scared and anxious I could not even respond.

"I'm sorry..." I muttered. It was the only thing I could think to say.

"What, Lia?"

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Sam. I almost..."

"Lia, it's okay!" he pat my back while I just kept shaking and crying.

I could not stop repeating, "I'm so sorry."

When the waitress came for our orders the boys got me some toast and water even though I said I was not hungry. I told them I was fine, that I would get over it, but they coddled me when they saw how torn up I was over all of it.

I was so scared that I asked them to buy a pair of handcuffs so that I could not get up from my sleeping space for the rest of the trip. It prompted a whole bunch of jokes, but I was so messed up that I could not even laugh along with them.

Just hours ago, I was a whiff away from killing someone and now that person was trying to make me feel better about the situation. Some how that just made me feel even worse.

We still had two more haunted locations to go and I was already losing my mind a bit. I was not sure I was going to make it through this job like I promised. The paranormal was something I could handle in the past, but now... I was completely unprepared for something like this to happen again.