A short woman with mousy brown hair began pacing around the first floor of the antique market she owned. She thought about everything that needed to be done before the store opened in an hour. She looked up at the clock again, there was no way she would get everything done in time. Her employee Adeline had called in sick and there was so much to do. She sighed heavily. Papers stacked high on the front counter. She heard the sound of the front door opening behind her. She turned around to see a familiar face.
'Good morning Maryanne.' A young girl with shoulder length brown hair greeted her as she walked through the front door.
'Oh Zelda, thank you so much for coming in today. I have so much to do and I'll never be able to get it all done alone.'
'It's fine. I don't mind at all.'
'I can't believe Adeline called in sick again.' She sighed.
'I can.' She shook her head. 'Anyway, don't worry about that now. Let me just put my coat down. We'll get everything done before the store opens.' She assured Maryanne.
'Thank you dear.' Maryanne nodded her head.
'No problem. What would you like me to start on?'
'Well, there is a big box of antiques that John delivered this morning. I would love if you could unpack those. We need to figure out what we can put out on the floor. Christmas is coming, and I want to make sure the store is fully stocked.'
'Of course.' Zelda smiled.
'My Gosh, I'm so overwhelmed.' She sighed. 'I can't believe I forgot we were getting a delivery today.'
'Maryanne, it's fine. I'll go do that now. It's not a problem.'
'Okay Zelda. I'll help you after I finish up the sales from last night.' She continued scribbling at the counter she sat on.
'Sure, don't stress about it.' Zelda answered
'What would I do without you?' Maryanne smiled at her young employee.
'I don't know.' Zelda laughed. 'I'm going to head out back.' She walked to the back office room where she put down her coat and bag down at her desk. There was a slight breeze coming from the opposite side of the store room. She wondered if the loading dock door was still open. She shook her head and looked for the new box. There were many boxes in the store room, odds and ends that had not yet been put out onto the sales floors. She spied a massive cardboard box that had the words 'Estate Sale' written on them in black marker. She smiled as she pulled off the tape holding the top of the box together. There were a lot of garbage items inside, things people thought might be valuable but in reality they weren't. She began her ritual of making two piles, one to be donated and one to be priced. She dug further in the box, on the bottom of the box she pulled out what looked to be a ceramic jar with a lid on top. She brushed off some dust from the old jar. She was surprised it was still intact after sitting on the bottom of the box.

She took the jar and brought it to her desk a few feet away. She smoothed the skirt of her red vintage dress and sat down. She turned on her desk lamp and pulled her black rimmed glasses down to her eyes. She inspected the jar, it seemed to date somewhere from the beginning of the twentieth century. The jar was exquisite and well taken care of. She flipped the jar over and saw a strange symbol on the bottom, she didn't recognize it. She pulled at the top of the jar wondering what was inside. The top seemed to be glued down tightly. She sighed and put the jar back onto her desk. She looked over at the pile of other items to be priced but she couldn't concentrate. There was something strange about the jar. She stared at it for a minute more and then she picked it back up. She again tried to pry the top of if it. She struggled with it, and then she felt it give slightly. She pulled at it carefully, but it still seemed stuck.
'Hey Zelda.' A young man's voice called out to her. She recognized his voice and smiled to her self.
'Jack?' She turned to her left to see her his tall frame walking into the room. 'Good morning.'
'Good morning. I didn't know you were working today.' He shook his head as he approached.
'Yeah, Maryanne called me in cause Adeline is sick.' She continued pulling at the lid as she talked to Jack.
'Again?' He laughed.
'I know right.' Zelda shook her head laughing.
'She's totally faking it. I saw her last night.'
'You did?'
'Yeah, my band played a show at the B-Side, and she was there.' He replied.
'Oh. Well, I need the overtime anyway. Don't say anything but Maryanne's probably going to fire her after Christmas.' She took out a small brush and began dusting the side of the jar as she fiddled with the top of it. She looked back to Jack who was watching her. 'So, your band played last night? How was it?'
'It was good.' He cleared his throat. 'We had a good crowd.'
'That's cool.' She smiled. 'One of these days I'll make it to a show. I know you've invited me like a hundred times, I guess I keep forgetting.'
'It's okay. You don't have to come.' He shrugged his shoulders.
'No. I'd like to.' She jiggled the top of the jar some more.
'Well you should give me your phone number so I can call and remind you next time we play.'
'Oh, Okay.' Zelda replied quickly feeling her face flush. She pulled at the lid some more. There was an awkward silence as Zelda worked on the jar.
'Is that jar from the box I dropped off this morning?' He asked her.
'It is. The top of it is stuck on.' She pulled the lid harder when she felt it begin to lift off the top a little.
'Do you need help?' He asked as he moved closer to her.
'No, I think I've got it.' She pulled again. Her eyes opened wide as a bright light peaked out from the jar.
'Hey, Zelda..' Jack continued talking to her unaware of the light that was beginning to escape from the jar. 'I was just wondering, I was going to stop by Diesel Cafe for a sandwich, if you're hungry I could get you something.' He took a few steps closer to Zelda's desk. The bright light peaking out of the jar got lighter as she pulled the top off the jar completely. Jack stopped moving as the light filled the entire room. 'Holy shit.' He gasped as the light stung his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly and covered them with his hands.
'Jack!?' Zelda gasped.
'Zelda?' He yelled out to her. He took a few steps closer to the desk but couldn't see where he was going. He held his hands out straight struggling to get to her. He was completely blinded by the bright light. The wind began blowing hard in the room, papers and small objects flew around the room. Jack took a few step backwards as he felt a strong force trying to pull him forward. Then all of a sudden the wind stopped and the light subsided. He was still left temporarily blinded. He rubbed his eyes hard and blinked his eyes repeatedly until he could make out the outline of the room. 'Zelda, what the hell was that?' He took a few steps forward towards Zelda's desk. 'Zelda?' He rubbed his eyes some more waiting for her to answer him. 'Zelda, are you alright?' His eyes focused more as he walked forward but she wasn't there. He shook his head in confusion. 'Zelda? Where are you?' He walked to her desk, but the only thing that remained was the jar and her black rimmed glasses. 'Oh no.' He grumbled.

Sam and Dean pulled into the parking lot next to a large brick building. Dean turned the key off to his Chevy Impala and climbed out of the car. He stared up at the large old building. He took a deep breath.
'Antiques huh?' He pulled his dark sunglasses off his face and examined his surroundings. It was a cold day and he wished he was wearing something warmer than his stupid 'FBI suit'.
'Yup, Antiques.' Sam reassured him. 'Your favorite.'
'How come we never get cases in interesting places?'
'What strip clubs?' Sam sneered at his brother.
'Hey, you said it not me.' Dean laughed. He took a few steps across the parking lot towards the front door. 'What happened here again? Some girl ran away?'
'Not quite. A girl in her mid twenties, Zelda Elson went missing last Wednesday.'
'A girl in her twenties works at an antique store? I thought only old ladies went to these kinds of places. Is she like one of those girls who lives alone knitting and playing with stuffed animals?'
'What kind of girl is that?' Sam shook his head. 'I'm pretty sure she's just a girl.' Sam looked at his notes for a minute. 'It says she graduated from film school a few years ago, thats around the time she got a job working at the Antique Mall.' He looked at her picture. 'This is her picture, she looks pretty normal to me.'
'Let me see that.' Dean studied the picture. 'I get it.' He smiled at her appearance. 'She's one of those girls that dresses like she's an extra on Mad Men.'
'It's vintage.' Sam corrected his brother. Dean smirked at his brothers answer. 'What? It's the cool thing now. I...' He cleared his throat. 'I read an article about it the other day.'
'Sure you did.' Dean laughed.
'Can we move along here?' Sam asked.
'We sure can.' Dean chuckled. 'It's vintage...' He mocked his brother.
'Anyway, the report says she was in the store going through some old boxes when she disappeared. One minute she was there, and then one minute she was gone.'
'Maybe she just went home.' Dean suggested.
'Well, no one ever saw her leave the building. Her apartment is empty and no one's seen her since that day. And listen to this, the guy who does delivery work for the Antique Mall said he saw Zelda Quote 'Vanish into a bright white light.' Unquote.'Sam raised his eyebrows at his brother.
'Weird.' Dean shook his head.
'Exactly.'
'Well what do we know about the guy? Is he crazy?'
'He has no prior history that I could find. He's owns his own upholstery shop, and has done delivery work for the Antique Mall for a few years now.' Sam put the small note pad back into his coat pocket. 'The cops tore apart his truck, his house everything. They didn't come up with a shred of evidence. It really does seem like she just vanished. They only thing they found were her glasses.'
'Alright, if she vanished into a bright white light like this kids says that means a few possibilities.' Dean cleared his throat. 'Ghost abduction? UFO?'
'That's what I was originally think but that's where this gets really interesting. The delivery guy said she was playing with an antique ceramic jar when he saw the light. He thinks she got sucked into the jar.'
'Sucked into a jar?' Dean shook his head. 'Is she a small girl? Like little people big world size?'
'No Dean, she was of normal size.' They both continued walking across the parking lot until they were both standing at the front door of the Antique Mall.
'Do you have any theories before we go in?' He asked Sam. Dean put his hand on the door knob.
'I might but I want to take a look at that jar first.'
'Alright then, let's go check this out.'