Ghost Hunt Gone Wrong.

Grant Wilson felt as if his heart was being squeezed in a vice grip. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he felt his stomach clenching in knots.

The door was locked. How the hell was he supposed to get out. He and Jason Hawes had been looking up stairs in the abandoned Sanitarium. He had stopped and looked into a room. The door was open and as he peered in he saw rows upon rows of metal doors on the walls. The other Morgue the manager was talking about.

As he shined his flashlight in the he room. A violent shove sent him flying into the room. The door shut behind him.

"Jason! What are you doing, man?!" He crawled over to the still shining flashlight. He found the door he was thrown through. He tried the handle but it was locked. He pounded on the door. It was solid steel.

"Open the door Jason! This time it isn't funny! Open the door!" He pounded the door harder. He stopped for a moment. Jason isn't the type of person to play this type of joke. This is something…else.

His breathing began to quicken as he looked around the pitch black room for another door. Nothing. Nothing but two big operating tables…which still had old blood on them and the doors to the body slabs.

He spent the next hour yelling and banging on the door. But no one could hear him he guessed. He sat with his back pressed against the door. He occasionally shined the flashlight around the morgue.

"What the hell was that? I know it wasn't Jason." He admitted to himself. "I guess they'll come looking for me." An idea crossed his mind.

Grant took out a sheet of paper from his pocket notepad and wrote a message on it. Guys in here. Doors locked. Can't Get out. Third story Morgue. Grant.

He slid the note under the door into the hallway. He pressed his back harder against the door. Whatever it was wants to keep him in here. That door wasn't going to budge a bit.

Still sitting against the door he began to doze off. He was almost asleep when the noise of a breaking door woke him up. He jumped up and tried to open the door to the hallway. It wasn't that door…damn! Still won't budge. He heard the creaking noise again. It was coming from where the body slabs are. He quickly shined the flashlight in the direction of the noise and he felt as if blood in his body suddenly cooled. Shivers racked his body as he watched the doors to the body slabs slide open. They all started sliding open. One by one.

"Oh yeah…Jason can't deny this place is haunted." he whispered as he watched the slabs slide out and back in. The door began closing again. He usually wasn't frightened. The rule is if you feel threatened. Just walk away calmly. But that was the problem, he could walk away. He was stuck in here with whatever was in here. His pulse quickened and sweat broke out over his forehead. His body which had been warm a few minutes ago felt as if he had been laying on a sheet if ice. His teeth rattled and he could see his breath in the beam of the flashlight.