AN~: Hello! This is my first time writing something like this so sorry if its rough. Feel free to leave a review!Its greatly appreciated.

The next couple chapters should be out soon. Hope you enjoy the story!


Callie tossed her bag across her room. A sigh escaped her lips as she plopped onto her bed and lay on her stomach.
Maroon tinted hair fell over her eyes. Callie stared at her exhausted face in the vanity mirror.
"I'm so not ready to go to school tomorrow."
She rolled onto her back letting her head hang off the edge of the bed. Callie grabbed her phone off her pillow to check the messages.
Nothing new.
Just as her lids began to close a thump sounded from outside her window.
Callie bolted up and watched as the window began to open itself. A dark silhouette appeared causing Callie to react in the only way she could.
A shoe went flying from her closet hitting the figure square in the chest.
A familiar voice cried out in pain and Stiles tumbled into Callie's lighted room.

"What the hell! Can't you use the door like a normal person?" she snapped.

"What was that Stiles? Only social misfits like us can use the window." another voice joked.

Callie's other best friend, Scott, came into sight as he stepped over Stiles.

"How the did you throw a freaking shoe at me?" Stiles choked out rubbing his chest.

Callie rolled her eyes and laughed, helping the boy up.

"Psychic here, remember? I can move stuff, have visions, read minds."

Stiles slapped his forehead and gave Callie a look. Scott put his hands in his pockets and began to tap his foot.
Taking note of this, Callie realized that her friends weren't just there for a night time chat.

"Ok. Who's going to tell me what new adventure we're going on now?" Her eyes shifted from either boy. Stiles eyes flashed with mischief.

"There's half a dead body in the woods and guess who's going to go find it?"

"Scooby Doo and the Mystery Gang?" Callie joked shrugging her shoulders.

Stiles grabbed her elbow and led her over to the window. Scott had already jumped down and was heading to Stiles's Jeep.
Stiles placed his hand on her back and gently pushed her towards the window.
Callie looked back at him and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"You do know that it's the first day of school tomorrow right?" she warned.

"Aw c'mon Callie! Live a little! Plus its your senior year, gotta make it memorable."

The drive to the forest was quick and now the long trek to find the body was beginning.
Callie rubbed her arms to get warm, the cold night air taking her by surprise. She was happy most of her attire was black making it
easier for her to be less noticeable if they needed to flee the scene. Most of the adventures she went on with Scott and Stiles ended that way.
Callie followed her two best friends through the trees listening to them quietly talk about lacrosse or something.
Everything was eerily silent except for the crunch of leaves beneath their footsteps or the occasional snap of a twig.
Callie looked up at the bright moon and blew a cloud of smoke of her breath at it.
So much for starting the year off well rested. She thought to herself.

Scott staggered over to a nearby tree and leaned on it for support. Callie went over to him, knowing he was probably having trouble breathing,
and rubbed his back.

"Maybe we should let the severe asthmatic hold the flashlight?" he wheezed.

Stiles turned around, excitement for the quest they were on evident in his green eyes.

"Yeah, where are we going Stiles? Do you know what half of the body we're even looking for?" Callie added.

"Oh. Good question. Should've thought of that part sooner." Stiles shrugged.

"Wow, great. we're gonna wander around in this forest for hours." Callie groaned.

"Not if we get going now." Stiles replied pulling Scott with him.

Callie let out a long breath and ran a hand through her long hair. She was just following along to look after them anyways.
Being older than Scott and Stiles put her in a big sister type of role. She cared for them as if they were her family and she always knew
they needed her to get them out of trouble.

"Dude its really cold." Callie shivered as she put on her hood.

"Stop being such a girl." Scott teased.

"Excuse me Mr. Macho." She sneered back.

"Guys shut up. I can't concentrate with you fighting like a married couple."

Stiles shined the flashlight in their faces and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Stiles you had ADHD. You can't concentrate on anything."

"Except Lydia." Scott laughed.

Stiles shoved Scott for the remark and threw his hands up. Callie laughed at Stiles's embarrassment and began to walk ahead of them.
She closed her eyes and tried to open her mind. Maybe her psychic abilities would somehow show a sign of where to go and speed up this adventure.
A hand roughly pulled her back by the shoulder and she whipped her head around. Stiles was looking intently at the forest in front of them.
Lights shined in the distance and dogs barking grew louder.

"Crap! It's my dad. We gotta get out of here." Stiles yelped.

Scott took off running in the direction they came from and Callie was at his heels. Stiles hesitated for a second.
But that second was too much as his dad appeared next to him.
Callie could hear Sheriff Stilinski's voice from the small rock formation she was hiding behind.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing out here?"

"Uh nothing Dad. Heh Heh."

"Do you always listen in on my phone calls?"

"Not the boring ones."

"Where are you partners in crime? Scott! Callie! You there?"

"It's just me Dad. Scott wanted to rest up for the first day back and Callie was having girl problems."

Callie rolled her eyes at Stile's statement. She was gonna get him for that later.

"You get back in the Jeep and go home Stiles."

"Yes sir."

"And there goes my ride home." Callie whispered.

After a while the officers footsteps and conversations grew quieter and Callie took this as her signal to move.
She snuck away into the denser trees and then began to sprint. The darkness didn't help her in trying to figure out her location
or even what direction to head. Every turn she made looked like the last one. Callie could feel the pit of fear growing in her stomach.

Ugh why cant psychic abilities come with some sort of mental GPS or compass?

Running desperately for a few more minutes she came to a clearing. A large house lay in front of her, damaged by fire and long abandoned.
Callie stopped and put her hands on her knees in attempt to catch her breath. Callie's skin began to tingle, a sign that someone close was watching her. She stared into the house wondering if anyone was inside. Opening her mind, Callie searched for any type of energy but nothing stood out to her. Without thinking much she walked up to the steps of the porch. The old house was silent and empty.
She stood for a while, her hand on the wooden support. A sudden creaking noise snapped her into reality.
They had been searching for half of a dead body. That meant there was a killer on the loose in the forest.
An old abandoned house would be the perfect hide out. Callie backed away from the house cautiously.
Giving it one last glance she continued to run home. Callie could still feel eyes on her but smothered the feeling away.

Callie had never been so happy to see her house. Closing the door as quietly as possible, she crept up the stairs past her parents room.
They would be more furious with her waking them up than her coming in at odd hours of the night. Her parents didn't seem to care about her at all. Never asked her how she was or how her day at school went or anything about her interests. It was like she wasn't their daughter but a really young room mate. Finally in her room, Callie kicked off her Doc Martens and tore off her jeans.
A shower would definitely be needed in the morning but right now she needed to text Scott and Stiles.

"I'm safe at home. The killer didn't get me!"

Her phone beeped and the screen lit up.

"You're barely back now?!" read the text from Stiles.

Callie scoffed and scrolled down to see if Scott had texted back. No reply yet. Maybe he was asleep already.
Callie agreed with the idea of being asleep and she got into a comfortable position.
Her mind couldn't stop thinking about the abandoned house she had come across. It was way too familiar.
Just as she was drifting off to dreamland it occurred to her.

That was the Hale house. The whole Hale family had died in a tragic fire except for a boy, a girl, and a man.