Trisha was a normal girl with a boring, everyday life. There was nothing special about her. She was a senior in high school with decent grades and her slightly plump 5'4" body, long dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes showed no trace of extravagance or oddity. Well, one day Trisha's achingly normal life was turned upside down. It all started on a rather bleak Tuesday...
That Tuesday started out like any other Tuesday for Trisha. She woke up at 6:30, got dressed, ate her Raisin Bran, and walked out to the end of her driveway to wait for the bus. She had not yet got her driver's license and besides she preferred to hang out with her friends on the bus ride. School passed as smoothly and as calmly as school can go.
When she returned home at 2:30, though, Trisha sensed something was wrong. The front door was open. Trisha knew that her mom did not get home until 5:00 and her dad did not get home until even later than that. Trisha debated with herself whether or not she should go inside or call her parents. Thinking back to the 200 Supernatural episodes she had seen, she decided that if Sam and Dean could take out leviathans and angels than she should be able to deal with a door being open. She thought it was fully possible that she had not closed the door all the way in her going to school that morning.
Repeating the Exorcism chant under her breath, Trisha made her way up to the door. She peeked inside and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Relaxing, she made her way inside. Trisha noticed that everything was as she had left it that morning. I must have left the door open this morning. I am overreacting, she thought. Trisha turned around to close the door. As she placed her hand on the cool door handle, a blunt object knocked her in the back of the head causing her world to fade to black.