Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 121: Poor Aaron

Author's Note: Firstly, I sincerely apologize for the lack of an update. As most of you probably know from a Note I had posted up, my grandfather passed away on January 29th. He had lived with us for the last number of years, and thus, his passing hit me very, very hard.

Secondly, if I could reach through my iPad screen and give each and every one of you a hug for your comments, understanding, and patience during this hard time, I would. Thank you all so much for sticking with me.

And finally, here's the update! One last thing though before you get reading, in case you aren't already aware from my announcement on my Twitter and Instagram accounts, my Fan Fiction/Fandom Tumblr blog is up and running! So if you want to find out about story progress, leave feedback, ask me a question or share your own fiction, please check out my blog! The "Important Notes" I used to post here, will be posted on the blog from now on. You can find the link in my profile, or here: https://randomhearts82.tumblr.com

And now...onto the update!

Chapter 121: Poor Aaron

Alicia's Point of View

"Who's here with me?" I asked, holding my digital recorder out in the direction of where the sound of footsteps had come from.

There was a brief moment of silence in the building, before I suddenly heard Zak call to me from the basement.

"Ali? Is that you walking upstairs?!" Zak called.

Guess Aaron and Zak heard the footsteps too...I thought.

"Negative!" I called back. "I heard footsteps too!" I added.

I faintly heard Zak say something – I assumed to Aaron – before I heard him coming up the stairs.

"That's Zak coming up the stairs," I said, speaking into the digital recorder, so that Zak's footsteps wouldn't be mistaken for paranormal activity. I then stopped the recorder and rewound it briefly to see if I had picked up any response to my question.

"You heard the footsteps up here?" Zak asked, as he came toward me, aiming his handheld camera at me.

"Yeah, over toward that area," I replied, motioning with one hand in the general direction of where the sound of the footsteps had come from.

Zak stopped near me, and remained silent as he noticed I was using my digital recorder, but turned to aim his camera in the direction I had pointed to.

I hit the play button on my recorder and held it up near my ear.

"Who's here with me?" My voice said.

Nothing but silence on the digital recorder, and then the voices of Zak and I, and then Zak's footsteps, omitted from the recorder.

Suddenly, there was a sound to my left, something that sounded like wood creaking.

"What was that?" Zak asked, aiming his camera more toward the bar, while I quickly hit the record button on the digital recorder.

"I don't know," I replied. "Is there someone here with us?" I asked of the darkness, holding the digital recorder out.

Zak and I remained still and silent, until we heard another creaking sound, slightly louder this time.

"Woah, woah!" Zak exclaimed, taking a step closer to me.

I couldn't help smiling to myself slightly – had he taken a step closer to me to protect me, or because he had become momentarily frightened?

Before I could say a word, Zak unhooked his walkie talkie from his belt.