Authors note: Well I'm so sorry that chapter 5 took so long GAC fans of the world. Thank you for all the new favorites, I feel especially special. I LOVE comments by the way, and you can either tweet me your comments [xZombie_Chickx], or in a review for this story. 3 You guys all rock and thanks for being patient. [By the time this is posted, Dark World (Zak Bagans' book) will be out, go out and pick up a copy!] Also, thank you to misserinlynnx for helping me with some of the Italian of the previous chapters! Chapter 5 ended up being really short so I added what I had to the end of chapter 4 and reuploaded. Please go read the last of chapter 4 before beginning this one. Thanks. [Chapter 5 is a bit short because since it's all my imagination, I'm trying to figure out where I stand with this fic. Thank you for your patience.] ~Zombie

Zak leaned back into his seat on the flight home. Next to him sat Aaron, making ridiculously funny faces while taking pictures for Twitter. Nick leaned over.

"Oh I can't wait to get home." He said, sounding tired.

Aaron took a photo of him. "Yeah man, you look horrible."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Thanks bro."

Zak remained quiet for most of the long flight, remembering things that he'd felt and seen on his lockdown on Poveglia. At some point during the flight he fell asleep, awaking to the sound of Aaron laughing hysterically. "What's so funny?" He asked quietly as he rubbed his eyes.

"You were talking in your sleep." Aaron said, quietening down. Zak looked around the plane and noticed almost all of the passengers were asleep.

"Well what did I say?" He asked curiously.

"Something about the battle of good and evil. It was great. I should have been recording." Aaron said with a sigh.

"Yeah...too bad about that." He said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

When he was once again in the within the realm of dreaming, his mind perfectly recalled his possession, and all of the things he'd yelled at Aaron. Watching himself do all of this, he felt sick and disgusted at himself, although he knew it wasn't within his control.

Someone touched him lightly on the arm and he sprang awake quickly. "What? I wasn't asleep!" he said loudly, looking about the plane frantically. All of the passengers had departed. He glanced up at the flight attendant, whom watched him with wide eyes. "Sir, it's time to go." He shook his head as he stood up. "I never sleep on planes, ever." He muttered as he gathered his carry-on and left the plane in silence.

Once out of the terminal, he spotted Nick and Aaron sitting near the gate. "You guys just left me asleep on the plane?" he asked, sounding very annoyed. "Dude..." Aaron said, staring at him in the same way as the flight attendant had. "Your eyes were open, I mentioned that the plane had landed and you said 'I know, go on without me.' so we left." Zak stared at him, and shifted his bag to his other arm. "Well, okay I'm here now." He figured he must have said this unconsciously. Nick and Aaron stood up and grabbed their bags and the three of them made their way out of the airport.

Nick said his goodbyes to the both of him and met his family, before leaving. Aaron watched Zak for a moment, noting that he didn't look very well. "Let's go get a drink or something." He said, clapping Zak on the back. "A drink." Zak said, his mind wandering. "No, thanks anyway bro. I'm tired, I'm just gonna go home and sleep." He said, his mind still wandering. He gave Aaron the best smile he could as he left him standing there.

Aaron watched Zak leave, and then glanced up and down the street, wondering what he should do next. He suddenly remembered that there was a Starbucks nearby, and he started on his way there. People passed him on the sidewalk, but unlike other days, no one stopped him. He was usually stopped for an autograph, or to ask how Zak was in person. His mind wandered back to Zak, and he wondered if his friend would be okay, and he made up his mind to call him later - when he was sure Zak had gotten enough sleep. His mind wandered from Zak, to Poveglia, and he started to recall the events that had unfolded there.

By this time he was at Starbucks, and he went in, making up his mind to just get a coffee and get home. While ordering, he glanced around the place, and his eyes fell on a man sitting at a table by himself. He couldn't help but feel that he knew the man, though he couldn't remember where from. The man glanced up at him and motioned him over, so Aaron obliged, curious as to how he knew the man. The old man watched Aaron as he sat down across from him.

"How was your trip?" He asked, as he took a sip of his coffee, Aaron looked confused.
"Pretty good, a little creepy if you ask me." Aaron said, watching the man closely. The man merely nodded.

"Well, you'd never catch me in a place like that!" He said, chuckling quietly. Aaron let out a small laugh as well.
"It's my job," Aaron started, "It's what I do, and I love it." The man's expression darkened a bit.

"You ought to be careful." He said, taking a long sip of his drink. "You never know what you might find."

Aaron only nodded in agreement at this. "Some places scare the crap out of me." he said, letting out a short laugh. "Sometimes I'm worried it'll follow me home." The man chuckled again.

"Listen, I use to be a doctor, I took my work home with me. You don't have a choice, you have to be cautious." Aaron listened intently to the man.
"Oh, where did you work?" He said curiously.
"Ah it was far from here." The man replied. "I took care of mentally ill people."

"So you're retired now?" Aaron asked, but about that time a barista called out to let him know his coffee was finished. He turned toward her to let her know he'd be there in a moment. Upon turning back to the man however, he noticed that he was now sitting alone. "What? Where did he go?" He said, standing up quickly. "Did you see where that man I was sitting with went?" He asked the people behind the counter, none of them knew. Aaron grabbed his coffee and made his way out of the building, with many questions on his mind.

Zak lay on his couch, staring at the ceiling. He wanted to sleep, he'd lain in bed trying to fall asleep for so long. He'd kept hearing sounds, ones he couldn't quite explain, and was now trying to decide if he wanted to take EVPs of his house. It was quiet now that he was on the couch, so for a moment he pondered napping here instead. He closed his eyes, and sooner than he'd expected he was sitting in a room, one he'd never seen. A feeling came over him, and he suddenly felt as though he'd been here many times before. "Hello?" he called out, hoping for a reply of any sort.
"They'll let you leave." He heard a voice from behind him say, and turned to find the owner. "All you had to say is that you didn't want to stay..." The voice appeared to be coming from nowhere, however, because he couldn't find the source.

"It's okay, it's not so bad." Zak replied loudly. "I mean, it's a little quiet." Suddenly screams rang out, and they were echoed through the hallways. He covered his ears and screamed. "What's going on? Who's screaming?" The screaming continued, and no answer came to him, as he ducked under the table. Someone must be hurt. He thought calmly. The screaming stopped suddenly, and he moved his hands away from his ears. "Are they okay?" He asked, but the voice merely replied; "You can't leave now, you waited too long." Zak stood up quickly. "Well I don't want to stay if they're going to be doing that all the time." His voice was angry, he hadn't meant for it to sound so angry.
"You should have gone." The voice replied.
"I didn't know." Zak glared around the room. "Where are you?"

"Get out!" The voice screamed, and Zak was thrown backwards under the table. "Get out and leave us all alone!" He scrambled from under the table and ran down the nearest hallway, the screams started up again, and the echoes of the screams. However when he reached the end of the hallway, he was pushed back, and fell to the floor. The screams had turned into a screaming chant, telling him to leave, but he couldn't as every time he reached for a door he was thrown back.

Suddenly he awoke, to see a black shadow standing over him. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he could only stare as the shadow enveloped him. In his mind, he screamed, he struggled to free himself. The darkness soon faded, with a loud hiss and Zak sat up quickly. "What the fuck is this shit?" He screamed into the dark room. "You better fucking stay away from me!" Upon him finishing that sentence, something fell inside the room, and he heard it break upon impact of the floor. He wasn't sure whether he should try to turn on the lights, or stay here until daylight. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he checked the time, the room was quiet, but suddenly his phones ringing filled the room. He answered it quickly. "Aaron?" Zak said excitedly. "I think I've been followed."

Aaron met Zak at one of the places they ate often, and Zak settled into his chair quietly. "You gonna be okay dude?" Aaron asked, Zak only shrugged. "I've had some pretty weird things happen..." he started, "But this is one of the strangest." Aaron nodded and proceeded to tell him about his trip to Starbucks. "So I understand, bro, but I can't really make sense of it." Zak pulled his hat further down over his forehead and tried to avoid stares from other people that he knew had recognized him. He looked at Aaron from under the brim of his hat. "Maybe it won't get any worse, maybe it'll just get bored, and go home...wherever that is." Aaron nodded his agreement, and their waitress came by. Zak was about to tell her he only wanted some water, when she interrupted him and asked him to autograph something for her. He looked at her, and thought for a moment of saying "Seriously?" but he knew he couldn't get away with that, and reluctantly took the paper to sign it for her. Aaron watched him, and waited until he was finished so he could order a plate of nachos, because he hadn't noticed before that he was starving. However, upon receiving the autograph the waitress flew into a conversation with Zak. She set upon giving him every compliment imaginable, and Aaron could tell that he wanted her to go away, but said nothing.

Finally, when she had finished praising Zak, she looked over to Aaron, but her excitement vanished and she was ready to write down their order. Still, Zak only ordered water, and Aaron, his nachos. The waitress made her way away from their table, and Aaron looked at Zak. "Hey you can't let this get you down, you can't put everything on hold because of nightmares." However, he wasn't sure he believed his own words. Zak just shook his head. "You can't just ignore stuff like that, man. I wonder if anything is going on with Nick." He said, and as if on cue, his phone rang. Aaron grinned. "It's Nick, isn't it? Maybe he's psychic, never know. He never tells us anything." Zak picked up his phone and read the text aloud. "I think I brought something home." he said. "Yep, I suppose Nick is having issues as well." Zak muttered, while attempting to text him back, although at that moment his phone died in his hands. "What the-" he started, Aaron looked at his phone wide-eyed. "Well that's definitely crazy but it's not-" he stopped mid-sentence, he knew it was definitely odd, and in his mind he blamed it on something paranormal, though he wasn't sure what.

"You know what, screw the nachos." Aaron said, standing up. Zak stood as well.

"I hear ya bro, let's get out of here." He replied.