Bailey stayed patiently by Darien's side, awake, all night. Sat at the end of his bed, she continued to read 11/22/63. Darien stirred a little bit, but for the most part was quiet.

The room was dark saved for the small beam of light provided by the lamp behind Bailey. The darkness was all-consuming. The cherry paneled walls seemed to close in on her the longer she read. Then something moved. Bailey's eyes snapped up from page and stared intently on the corner farthest from her. She studied the darkness, trying to identify the source of movement. Though her breathing stilled, her heart continued pounding inside her chest.

"Who's there?" she whispered, her voice breaking the still of the room. Fear coursed through her veins, chilling her to the bone.

A hollow tapping sound came from the wall behind her, on the other side of which was nothing but the cold, dark earth. Bailey sat up straight, opening her mouth to take a deep breath but her lungs were entirely frozen. She moved, turning her head slightly to look behind her. A shadow, in the form of a hand, spiraled towards her from the dark abyss in the corner.

"Bailey!" Darien screamed, springing from the bed to flip on the overhead light.

Bailey shrieked as her knees gave out. Darien rushed to catch her before her skull could break on the concrete floor. She looked up at him with wide eyes and all the blood drained from her face.

"W-What was that?" she stammered.

"I don't know," he responded, holding her closer.

Luke burst into the room. "What happened?! Bailey, are you okay?"

Bailey looked at Luke, not moving from Darien's arms. "There was something in here."

"Was it a person?" Luke asked, crouching down to her level.

She shook her head. "No. I don't know what it was."

"There was tapping on the other side of this wall," Darien said, nodding his head toward the wall.

"There's no way. There's nothing on the other side of that wall. It's just dirt. We're underground," Luke said.

"I know. But I also know what I heard. It woke me up," Darien insisted.

"Bloody hell," Luke sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"It's because of the board."

"Darien, it's just a piece of wood. It doesn't have any power."

"I think he's right," Bailey said. "Remember what Liam said about the door staying open?"

"Wait, what did Liam say?" Darien asked.

"There's no 'goodbye' on the board which means you can't close the door that you open when you start using it," Bailey explained.

"It's not even in the shelter. Jackson put it outside," Luke reasoned.

Darien shook his head, "You really think a demon is going to look at the door and ladder and be like 'Damn, can't go down there. They have sticks covering the hatch.'? I'm pretty sure demons could pass through walls if they wanted to."

Luke sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Macy and I are going to the library in the morning. We'll take the board with us and leave it in a dumpster."

Liam walked into the room. "Guys, I just had a another dream."

"What was it about?" Luke asked.

"I saw the board again. Two women, a blonde and a brunette, were holding hands with the Dean, performing a seance above the board. They moved their hands to the planchette and it started moving sporadically. I saw a dark figure appear from the board and latch itself onto the Dean's back, causing his eyes to roll back in his head and the lights flickered. A boy was standing outside the room, witnessing everything, and he cried out for the Dean but a force threw him away."

Darien closed his eyes and he held Bailey tighter. "That wasn't a dream. That happened. That boy was me."

"How?" Liam asked, crossing his arms.

"I don't know. The women were the mediums that my dad hired. He was trying to contact my mom."

"That's right," Luke sighed.

"That's a pretty big piece of information that you didn't tell me about," Liam said.

"I thought I told you, sorry," Luke apologized.

"Well, he may have thought he was talking with your mom, but a dark entity was most likely masquerading as her," Liam explained.

"That would explain his quick transition to a serial abuser," Darien said.

"Also explains a little bit of his motive, but it still doesn't seem compelling enough for him to murder so many people," Luke added.

"What the hell!" they heard from another room.

The group looked at each other.

"That sounded like Jackson," Darien said, standing up and rushing to his brother's room.

Jacob was on top of Jackson with a knife above his heart. Luke grabbed Jacob's arms and pulled him off of Jackson.

"What happened?!" Darien asked.

"He just walked in my room and pulled out a knife. I don't know!" Jackson said, looking intensely at Jacob.

Luke slapped Jacob's face to wake him up. "He's sleepwalking, I think. He did this occasionally at Deenwood. I'll get Macy."

"I'm here," Macy said, walking over to her brother. "I'm so sorry, Jackson. He hasn't done this in a long time."

"Sorry?! He almost killed me!" Jackson yelled. "We need to chain him to his bed or something."

Macy shook her head. "He doesn't do it frequently. It probably won't happen again until we get out of here."

"And if it does?" Darien asked.

"We'll deal with it then," Luke said with finality.

Jackson laid back in his bed and covered his face with the blankets. Darien stood up and everyone followed him out of the room. The dazed Jacob wandered back to his room and fell asleep. Luke and Macy looked at each other.

"We need to get rid of that board and the book, Luke," Macy said.

"We'll take it into town with us today. The library opens at 10 a.m. so we have a few hours to kill. I'm not gonna be able to fall asleep again," he replied, running his hands through his hair.

"Me neither. Want some tea?" Macy asked, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the kitchen.

"Tea sounds great," he said, sitting at the table while Macy filled the kettle and set it on the stove.

She grabbed the tin full of tea bags and turned to Luke. "What type do you want?"

"Do we have earl grey?"

"Yep!" Macy grabbed the bag and set it in a cup. She picked a bag of lemon ginger tea and chose a cup for herself. When the kettle sang, she carefully poured the hot water into the mugs and brought them over to the table.

Luke sipped hesitantly, not wanting to burn his tongue. "Earl grey is the best tea. Period."

"It's pretty good, but there are so many teas that have so many health benefits. I can't pick just one," Macy laughed.

"Well for just casual sipping, earl grey is the best," Luke said.

Macy rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine," she laughed, "but green tea is a close second."

"How'd you sleep?" Luke asked, placing a hand on Macy's.

"Eh, okay until Jackson's scream woke me up. You?"

"Okay until Bailey's scream woke me up," Luke laughed.

"Bailey screamed?" Macy asked.

"Yeah, I guess there was something in Darien's room. They heard tapping on the outer wall."

"That's impossible," Macy said.

"That's what I said, but Bailey swore up, down, and sideways that she was not making it up. Darien said it woke him up."

Macy set her mug down. "Luke, we have to get that board out of here."

Luke sighed. "I know, Macy."

Bailey and Darien walked out to the table and sat down.

"We couldn't get back to sleep," Darien said.

"I'm too shaken to sleep," Bailey added.

Macy stood up and poured Bailey a cup of chamomile tea. "This will help calm your nerves. Darien, would you like some tea?"

"I'm feeling pretty nauseated from withdrawals. I don't know if my stomach could handle anything right now," he responded, holding his stomach.

"I have the perfect tea for that!" Macy exclaimed, getting another cup ready. "It's a peppermint and ginger tea blend. Both the peppermint and the ginger will help soothe your stomach."

"Well okay then," Darien laughed, taking a sip of the tea. "That's an interesting flavor. Not bad, but not something I'm familiar with."

The four sat around the table, sipping tea and conversing the hours away. Darien shared some stories from his homeless adventures, and Luke told stories of his farm life with his grandmother. At one point, Jackson wandered out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked, taking a seat at the table.

"Macy and I are running into town, so probably cereal. I didn't realize what time it was, otherwise I would've made breakfast. Sorry," Luke said.

"That's all good," he responded, resting his head on the table.

"Macy, let's get ready to head into town. The library is open already."

"I didn't realize it was so late! Let me go brush my teeth and hair. I'll be ready in about five minutes," she said, walking down the hall to the bathroom. Luke went to his room and changed. They met up by the ladder when they were ready.

"Do you have the board and the book?" Macy asked.

"The book is in my bag, but the board is outside," Luke said, throwing his backpack on his shoulder and starting up the ladder. When they reached the outside, Luke stuck the board in his bag and they headed into town.

"Now that I think about it, we don't really need to go to the library. We've gotten all the explanation we need about the board. Liam had a dream about it last night and it explained a lot," Luke said.

"Oh, that's good I guess," Macy replied, grabbing Luke's hand.

"Do you want to get lunch?" he asked, smiling at her hand in his.

"Can we afford that?" she replied.

"Don't worry about that," he said, squeezing her hand. Luke lead her to a little cafe and they grabbed a table by a window.

"Luke, this place is kind of expensive. Are you sure about this?" she asked again.

"This is our first real date, Macy. Pick whatever you want, and don't worry about the cost. I've got the money for it," he assured her.

Macy smiled and looked down at the menu. "The risotto sounds really good," she said.

"I was looking at the shrimp scampi, myself," Luke laughed.

They ordered and chatted until the food arrived.

"This looks and smells even better than I was anticipating," Macy said.

"Let's dig in!" Luke said, twirling his fork in the pasta. Macy put a large bite of the risotto in her mouth and slumped against the chair she was in.

"Good?" Luke laughed.

"So good," she replied, eyes closed, savoring the flavor. "I haven't eaten food this good in years."

"Wanna try a bite of my pasta?" Luke asked, twirling a bite and handing it to her.

"Sure!" she said, taking the bite off his fork. "Oh wow that's amazing."

Macy glanced out the window and her posture stiffened. Across the street, a man with dark hair and a chiseled face stared at her through the window. The fork dropped from her hand and clattered on the table. A bus drove down the street, and he was gone.

"Macy? What's wrong?" Luke asked, looking out the window.

"I thought I saw Calvin," she replied shakily.

"That's impossible. Isn't he in prison?" He grabbed her hands. "You're safe here. There's no way he'd know where to find you."

Macy took a deep breath and looked up at Luke. "You're right. I think I'm just paranoid from what happened this morning."

Luke nodded. "That's understandable. It's been an intense day."

Macy finished her food in silence, trying to ward off the demons in her mind. Luke paid for the meal and led her outside.

"Where to next, Macy?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"There's an antique shop down the road I've always wanted to explore," she offered.

"Lead the way!" Luke said with a smile.

The two walked up the road to the shop and stepped inside. From floor to ceiling, the walls were lined with books and knick knacks from as early as the 1500s. The shopkeeper greeted them as Macy walked over to a hat covered in feathers and put it on her head.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I love how fluffy your head looks. Very 1920s hot," he laughed.

Macy wandered further into the clothing section while Luke looked at the jewelry counter. There were some early-Elizabethan brooches and choker necklaces that caught his eye. There was one particular brooch that looked like one his grandmother had worn on a daily basis.

Macy looked through the dresses and found a few from the 1980s that she thought were absolutely fabulous. One was made from a brocade material with greens, golds, and reds. A dark-haired man passed in front of the window she was by, catching her attention. As he walked by, he made eye contact with Macy and grinned maliciously.

"L-Luke," she called softly.

Luke pulled his eyes away from the jewelry and rushed to Macy's side. "What is it?"

"Calvin's here. I just saw him again," she said.

Luke pulled her into his arms. "Macy, he's in prison for a long time still. It can't be him."

"He looked right into my eyes and grinned. It's him. I could never forget his face."

Luke sighed and stroked her hair, holding her closer. "Let's get rid of the board and get home, okay?"

Macy nodded and pulled out of Luke's arms. They walked out of the store and headed down the road to an alleyway with a dumpster. Luke pulled the board out of his backpack and Macy held the dumpster lid open.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," a man's voice came from the other side of the dumpster. He walked out and looked at Macy. His dark eyes and chiseled jawline was unmistakable. "Hello, dear," he grinned, looking at Luke. "Who's this?"

Luke stepped in front of the now shaking Macy. "That's none of your damn business."

Calvin walked toward Macy, completely ignoring Luke. "You thought you were going to replace me that easily? I think not," he said, running a finger along her cheek.

"Get the hell away," Luke said, pushing Calvin's hand away.

Calvin's jaw clenched and he turned to Luke. "You can stand down. I'm here to reclaim my property." He threw a punch and hit Luke in the side of the face, disorienting him and knocking him to the ground. He grabbed Macy's hair in his fist and dragged her behind him as he walked toward the road.

"Luke!" Macy screamed, kicking at Calvin.

Luke stood up and ran toward Calvin. He ripped Macy away from him and pushed Calvin into the brick wall of the building beside them.

"Don't you dare," Luke threatened, punching Calvin in the face. "You're not gonna hurt her again."

He punched him in the stomach, and Calvin fell to the ground. Luke kneeled over him, punching him in the face continually. Calvin landed another punch to Luke's face, busting his lip. Filled with rage, Luke grabbed Calvin and put him in a chokehold.

"Luke, please! Please stop. You've hurt him enough," Macy pleaded, tugging on his jacket.

Luke was entirely consumed with his anger, and didn't hear Macy. He clenched Calvin's neck tighter until he finally went limp. He stood up and kicked Calvin's body into the wall.

"Go to hell, snake," he said, spitting the blood from his mouth on his face. He looked to Macy, who was sobbing, crouched by the wall. He snapped back to reality and rushed to her side. "Baby girl, I'm so sorry."

Macy looked up at him, terror in her eyes. "You stooped to his level."

Luke's heart stopped. Macy's blue eyes were full of fear, but not because of Calvin. The fear was directed toward him. Tears filled his eyes and he pulled Macy into his arms.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I lost myself to my anger. I hate that man with everything in me, and I was not gonna let him leave unscathed."

"You had the same look in your eyes that he had when he almost killed me, Luke," Macy whimpered.

Luke breathed deeply and rocked her gently. "Please forgive me, Macy. I will not do anything like that again."

Macy nodded and buried her face in his chest. "Let's just get home."

Luke picked the crying girl up and carried her back to the shelter. They were greeted by the rest of the group.

"What happened to your face?" Bailey asked, rushing to Luke's side.

"We'll deal with this later. I need to get Macy to her room," he said, carrying her down the hall. He pushed her door open and set her on the bed, wrapping her in blankets. He sat beside her, brushing the hair out of her face and wiping her tears away.

"Luke," she whispered softly.

"Yes, baby?"

"Let Bailey take care of your face. I'll be alright in here."

Luke sighed and did what she said. He closed her door and walked to Bailey.

"What happened?" Bailey asked, using a damp paper towel to gently wipe the blood off his lip.

"We ran into Calvin," he replied, wincing slightly at Bailey's touch.

"You're joking, right?" Jacob said, standing and walking to Luke.

Luke shook his head. "No. It was definitely him. He's been taken care of for now."

Jacob clenched his fists. "You beat the crap outta him, right?"

Luke nodded. "I knocked him out."

"I would've killed him," Jacob replied.

"Macy was terrified. Of me. That's the only reason I didn't," Luke sighed sadly. "I've never seen such fear in anyone's eyes, and it was directed at me."

"You did what was necessary," Jacob said. "He's supposed to be in jail."

"Yeah, well he's not."

Bailey put some antiseptic ointment on Luke's lip and handed him an ice pack for his black eye. Luke held it to his face and headed back down the hall to Macy's room.

"I'm back, baby girl," he said, sitting beside her.

"I'm sorry he hurt you," she replied, reaching up to gently touch the bruise that had formed on his cheekbone.

"It's okay. He's gonna look far worse than I do when he wakes up," Luke said.

Macy nodded and lifted the blankets so Luke could lay with her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat.

"I'm never gonna let him hurt you again. I swear, I will kill him if he even touches you," he whispered.

"Thank you, Luke."