Disclaimer: I do not own the Undertaker however I use him as a character. I thought up Salem. Oh and I don't own the song '(Don't Fear) The Reaper' except on cd and MP3 player :-P.

Note: Shattenjager (pronounced Shawn yager) is German meaning 'Shadow Hunter'

She seen it. Apparently no one else did but she had seen it. "JOSH!" she yelled grabbing the wheel trying to make the car swerve. He had let the wheel go and looked around trying to see what she was panicking about so. She couldn't turn in time though, the 18 wheeler slammed into the passenger side of the SUV.

She stands off to the side watching as the paramedics tend to her friends Josh, Amy, and Matt. Seems they're all ok. All of them have survived! How lucky they've all been. She's ok too because she's standing here watching the whole scene. That's probably why the paramedics haven't come to her yet.

She spots something out the corner of her eye. A white figure on the ground near a weeping willow. It's a body covered by a white sheet she figures out. How...? There were only 4 in the car. Josh, Amy, Matt and herself. What's with the 5th body? She walks near one of the medics as he nears the figure. He doesn't seem to notice she's there as he pulls the cover back.

She covers her mouth in shock as she stares down at her own disfigured body. How can this be? That's not her! The medic places his fingers on the neck 'This one's dead. Time of death: midnight" He pulls the sheet back farther exposing the exact amount of damage done to the corpse. The entire right side is disfigured. Appendages manipulated into grotesque, unnatural ways. She felt her stomach twist into knots and turned away.

"The undertaker's already here we can go ahead and leave." Another medic tells the one observing the body. The medics and all pack up and leave, the police finishing up their paperwork and leave as well, the scene falls into silence. The sickening truth falls over her as she sees the hearse pull up. Funny how the cd player in the SUV was still playing, the Blue Oyster Cult cd she had put in moments before still playing.

"So you're the one they call Salem Alexandra eh?" Someone nearby remarks. She looks around who could have said that? The undertaker wasn't even out of the hearse yet. "It's rude not to answer my question you know." came the voice again. She found the source of the voice. Sitting back nonchalantly on the hood of the wrecked SUV sits a man dressed in all black, his facial features hidden in the darkness of the night. "Who are you?" she asks. "I asked the first question." He remarks. "Yes. My name is Salem Alexandra Hawthorne." She replies. "No who are you?" A few minutes of silence pass before the man responds. "You can call me...Shattenjager."

"They're all going to live you know." He adds after a bit. "You were the only one that wasn't drunk. Just think if you had taken the wheel. You'd still be alive. You do realize your dead right?" he asks. "Yea, I kinda figured that out." "Disappointed there's no glorious Heaven? No judgment? No Heaven? Don't worry this is just beginning." He laughs. "Why are you here?" she asks. "Your dead….it's my job to watch after cases like you. Therefore I'm just here doing my job." He says as the undertaker walks up to the body. "Oh and for the record he can't hear us. Might be able to feel us in the slightest bit if he's sensitive…I doubt it." The man comments.

She watches the short, round man dressed in black as '(Don't Fear) The Reaper' plays. The jar apparently caused that one song to play over and over, unless it was death's cruel since of humor causing it to. The undertaker places his fingers on the corpse's neck making sure there was no pulse. Salem suddenly starts to feel very weak, like she was about to collapse at any point. She looks over at Shattenjager, who has a stunned look on his face as the world around her fades to black, the repeating song the soundtrack to her black out. 'Come on baby...don't fear the reaper. Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper……'