Title is not yet confirmed, but I wanted to pilot this to see your views on it. Much like Delilah & Zak. I'll shove a few one-shots up before creating the story, giving y'all a chance to get a feel for it.

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"I've been touched."

"So have I."

"I've been pushed."

"Kicked."

"Poked."

"Hair pulled."

"Bit."

"Scratched."

"Followed home."

"We're talking about paranormal, Becky, not your ex!"

"Oh."

Zak looked to Aaron who was stood by his side listening to the group of employees shout out their experiences.

"Holy shit dude, this place is really active if everyone is having experiences." Aaron whispered whilst the group of people dressed in the same uniform talked amongst themselves.

"Yeah. That's my problem, who's genuine and who just wants to be filmed?" Zak asks looking at three women in the front row, eyeing him up as if he was prey.

Aaron follows his eyesight before grinning "Don't act like you don't enjoy the attention."

Zak grumbled and glanced across the room at the collection of races, ages and sexes. It was hard to pick out people to interview, to say who was genuine and who could prove it. Whilst a small part of him had no doubt that all these people experienced something, he couldn't film them all and had to cut the interview process down. He needed someone hardcore, someone who could prove their worth.

His eyes moved over the people, trying to determine who could help when Aaron nudged him. "4th row, 6th from the left, haunted enough?"

Zak followed Aaron's directions and found the woman he was looking for. He looked at the woman carefully, her creamy looking skin, dark eyes and long dark hair made her look haunted. Throughout a whole room full of people, buzzing that a paranormal show was here to investigate, one woman was silent. He thought she was asleep at one stage as she shut her eyes for long periods before opening them again and breathing out slowly.

Zak looked over his shoulder at the hotel owner "Who's that? The quiet one."

The owner stepped forward and scanned the crowd "That's Blake."

"Has she said anything about the hotel? Any experiences?"

The owner looked down and fiddled with his tie "Not sure."

Lie.

Zak knew a lie and the second he said those two words, Zak's interest peaked.

"Then I want to speak with her first." He decided.

"Okay, but be warned, she's a viper when provoked."

Zak scoffed quietly and watched as the woman looked around the room and settled her eyes on his. He was slightly shocked to see her look at him entirely and with such intensity, her eyes had an attractive pull, her lips were plump and her Cupid's bow had him hooked. A shiver torn down his spine as if she telepathically communicated with his brain to do so, she was haunted, most definitely, he could see it behind her eyes.

Blake looked away and sank into her seat a little more, wishing and wanting to go home, back to where she could get some peace with a paperback.

"Okay guys, you're free to go." The owner clapped making the staff rise to their feet. A small mob came over and crowded Zak with their phones at the ready. But his eyes tried to find the woman named Blake, but it was like she had vanished.

Blake had waited for the small entourage of women to rush the man before she slunk out the room behind three of the biggest porters. Her frame was hidden by Roger, a 6foot3 man who was once destined to be a quarterback until he busted a disc in his back which needed corrective surgery. The doctors told him any forceful injury could result in a possible wheelchair altering life. Which ended his career instantly.

Once Blake was out the room, Roger gave her a wink "You're alright you know. Don't let anyone pressure you, if they try, come and see me."

Blake smiled gratefully and quietly replied "Thank you."

He nodded and the pair parted ways.

Blake knew that the team of paranormal investigators were set to stay at the hotel for the next week. Much to her annoyance...

She believed that they should be left alone, not taunted and aggravated. Blake had done her own research on the team when her boss and long time family friend informed her that they were coming. So far, Blake had seen nothing she liked. Not even the lead investigator that seemed to flounce in front of the camera and make it a one man show. She made her own stipulations which she hopped Colin had passed on. No aggressive taunting and absolutely no Ouija boards. So far, the team hadn't came in with black robes and a sacrificial animal that they planned to slaughter on the property, but she wouldn't put it past them and it was that reason, she would keep and eye on them.

Sweeping out the hotel and round to the garage which sat on the side of the hotel, getting into the office, Blake pushed her back against the door and closed her eyes with a sigh.

"You look tense." A voice chirped making her open her eyes to see a familiar face sat on the end of the desk.

"It's getting too much." Blake murmured crossing the room to take the large leather seat that her friend Alex had left her.

"Then you came to the right place. How long are those men here for?"

"A week and I'm already hiding from one of them. How long is it before they manage to track me down?" Blake grumbled.

"Can't answer that, because I don't know. But I can take a look around?"

"No.... Thank you. I could use some conversation and I won't get that alone."

Alex smiled, his blue eyes twinkling before he sat down in the seat. "You know you can talk to me about it... Them." He spoke making her heart soften.

"I know. But I can't. I can't talk about them."

He nodded. "Well I'm always here if you need a chat. But I have to work. So let's go sit out in the garage."

Blake got to her feet and followed Alex out the office and down to where he was currently fixing a car. The hotel prided itself on being old school and went back to the day of buying Lincoln town cars to offer their guests a tour of their large grounds and to hire a chauffeur to ship them too and from the town.

Blake smiled knowing that the chauffeur who was suppose to be in full uniform at the ready, was now dressed in a white vest, his hands were covered in grease and he had a bandana wrapped around his head to keep the sweat from rolling down his face.

"What are you changing on it?" Blake questioned.

"There's a coolant leak and its throwing the thermostat off. I need to cha–"

"Okay that's enough." Blake replied looking at the tool box in front of her.

The interruption made Alex laugh and he looked back into the engine "Can you pass me a spanner?"

"What size?"

"9."

Looking through the tools, she found the spanner in question and held it out. But when Alex failed to take it, Blake looked up and gasped dropping the spanner causing it to hit the floor.

A small child was stood in front of her, looking at Blake or even through Blake as she waved her hand across the boys face.

"Hi."

He turned and began to leave the garage causing Blake to get to her feet and leave the garage.

"Blake?" Alex questioned but she waved him off and followed the little boy, wondering how he got out here. The hotel was open but the reception should have seen him leave alone.

"Hey, my name is Blake. Umm, where is your mommy or daddy?"

The little boy stopped and looked at her. His eyes were lifeless causing the hairs to rise on her neck.

"You can't keep coming to me like this. I don't know what to do. I can't help any of you." She said looking at the little boy with a sorry face.

"Where's my mommy?" He asks.

Blake took a breath, he was lost and most likely didn't know where he was. It wouldn't be the first time she's had to do this. On the faith that it worked...

Zak detached himself from the group of women and pushed Aaron forward who was willing to play the fool whilst Zak escaped for ten minutes. Two days worth of travelling had taken its toll and he told Aaron when they arrived that he planned to walk the estate to get a feel for the area and clear his mind.

With his mind slowly unwinding from today's events alone, Zak walked around until he came across a person.

"You can't keep coming to me like this. I don't know what to do. I can't help any of you." The voice spoke.

He felt an emotional pull to the voice alone, it was one of anguish and upset, this person really was struggling with the idea of being helpless, it was an emotion he too struggled with.

Rounding the corner, he spotted the woman named Blake. Her back was to  him, and he quietly approached wondering who she was speaking to, but when he arrived, he was dumbfounded to find her alone.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked making her gasp and spin around looking at him alarmed.

"No-one!" She shot defensively.

He frowned but saw her look down discreetly to her side. His eyes followed but he didn't see a soul.

"Ohhh Kay. Perhaps you should come back in with me and we can get you a cup of sweet tea." He spoke gently.

Her frowns furrowed "I'm not delusional you imbecile!"

"It's okay." He spoke lifting his hands in defence. "I get you're upset but there is no need to be. My name is Zak—"

"I know who you are!"

"That's even better news, now let's go in and get that cup of sweet tea. Maybe some food as well?"

Blake shoved his hand away as anger filled her body. Very rarely did she let her emotions get the better of her, but his condescending tone made her bit... Hard.

"I'm not insane you idiot! I'm a physical medium!" She shouted back making him pause.

Her eyes widened and her hand slapped across her mouth.

"I-.." Zak paused not sure on what to say.

Blake scoffed "Stay the hell out of my way." With that, she pushed past him left him standing on his own.

Zak frowned and watched her walk away, his eyes narrowing on her posture and the way she walked. She suffered with a limp and on closer inspection, he found her right knee wider than the left under her linen trousers, almost like she was wearing a support band under it.

A physical Medium.. well I'll be damned. He thought to himself as she disappeared around the corner, not giving him a second look. This week at Spring Haven Hotel was going to turn into quiet the investigation, that he could feel already.

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