New story!!! Everything about this story is based on real facts, up until the action gets started. Devil's tower is a real place, and the myth that goes with it on this first chapter is true. is where I got the haunting from and its facts. The rest is all up to my imagination. Even Remote lounge and everything in it is a real place, my brother goes there. lol. Oh and Jill was in my story Everything leads to something else, but you don't really have to read that unless you want to know her character and relationship to the boys. I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for the next few chapters till the end. Alright, thats enough authors note. Enjoy.
Chapter One:
Remote Lounge. The perfect place for a local cop to get drunk out the wa-zoo. It was a typical bar, the only difference was the cameras and computers inside. Despite the nature of them being there for others to monitor you and ask you to join them, it made the place one of the safest bars in town. One reason why a cop would choose that place over any other. When you walked in the place you were sent to your location, wherever you felt like sitting or wherever the hostess sat you. Each booth or private room had a computer placed in front of you. It acted as a monitor. You were able to watch over every one in the joint, making Jill's goal ten times easier to obtain. It gave you privacy, allowing you to meet whoever you want rather then people just coming up to you and having to physically push them away.
Jill sat in her own private booth, the private booths were usually meant for sex, but Jill used it as privacy. She was drinking like the rest of the place but keeping to a limit. She was there for one reason and one reason only, find the cop and squeeze him for information. She was on her tenth beer, ready to order another ten from frustration. Over the past three days she had been going to Remote Lounge, hoping Mr. Ronfield would show up. And each day every damn guy in the lounge sent her a stupid message on her computer asking her to join them in their booth. It's what the monitor was for, to make friends, you see someone you like and you invite them to your group, something Jill wasn't to interested in. She sat there watching her monitor, scanning over the main lounge for her source of information. Gotch'ya! Jill zoomed in on her screen, trying to confirm the man's identification as Mr. Ronfield. Before she could get a clearer shot of his mug, a message popped up on her screen, blocking her view. It was from one of the various men that had hit on her the previous night. Jill read the message silently:
Hey sweet thang. Can I buy you a beer?
Jill looked up at her camera, flashing a quick smile, letting it fade an instant later. She placed her hands over the keyboard, typing her message in the matter of a quick second. Her own message popped up on the screen right below the one she received.
Actually, I'd rather have the money.
It took several seconds for him to respond to her.
Again with your smart comments, it only makes me want you more.
Jill rolled her eyes at the remark he made. How many times did she have to reject one man? Before she could respond another message from him popped up.
How did a girl like you get to be so beautiful sweetheart?
Sweetheart… that's funny. If Jill was anything, it definitely wasn't a sweetheart.
I must've been given your share. Now leave me alone.
She ex-ed out the conversation and focused back on her screen. There he was, it was definitely Mr. Ronfield, same exact face as in the newspapers. He was sitting in front of the bar maid ordering shots, of what she wasn't sure, she didn't really care either. As long as he was wasted enough to spill out his life story then things would be just dandy. Jill had a smile on her face, not realizing it had crept there. Another message popped up, blocking her view.
That smile is so edible. Let me come over and lick it off.
It was someone else this time, someone new and stupid. Jill rose from her seat and headed toward the door. Before she stepped out the booth she faced the camera, shooting a smile and flashing her middle finger in its direction.
She walked her way out of the room and to the main lounge. It was filled with a large crowd, people who didn't care for privacy or just felt like getting freaky on the dance floor, looking for some nooky nooky tonight. It looked like fun to be honest, grinding up on some guy that you were most likely to forget all about the next morning. Hakuna Matata right? Worked for the Lion King so why not for us too? Here's a reason, life it is not a Disney movie, its more dangerous. Leave with the wrong guy and your dead… literally. Jill wasn't a teenager anymore, she knew better, and at the moment she had a job at hand. Otherwise, the free spirit in her would consider joining the people on the dance floor.
The place seemed like a club more then anything, the music, the dancing, the whole look in general. Jill walked her way through the crowd, pushing people aside to get to Mr. Ronfield. The man was in his early thirties, maybe mid. He had short black wavy hair, stopping just below his eyebrows. His body was that of a regular Bally's Total Fitness member. Just right for his physique, not a beef head or body builder, just a man that liked to keep in shape. There's one cop that doesn't eat donuts. Jill thought as she sat herself beside him. He wore a plain white T that clung to his chest from sweat and loose blue faded jeans with black Adidas that matched his black spring jacket. He sure didn't look thirty but facts proved otherwise. He sat hunched over his seat as if he was protecting his shot glass from everyone around him. His hair dangled over his eyes, making it hard to see his face. The man looked half beaten to death, maybe not physically but emotionally. You couldn't blame him though, losing your only child will do that to you.
Jill cleared her throat, ready to strike up a conversation with him.
"Hot in here aint it?" She lifted her hand in the air, one finger slightly curled calling the bar maid over. Mr. Ronfield stared up from his cup to Jill, looked her up and down and faced his glass again.
"Yeah." A man of few words. A real conversationalists.
The bar maid smiled her best business smile and asked, "What will you be having today Ms. Turrand?"
"A beer please. Any kind."
Mr. Ronfield glanced back over at Jill, "You must come here a lot. Jasmine doesn't just remember anybodies name." His voice was raspy, definitely not from his drinking. No, it was from years of smoking, a smokers voice.
He was right though, she had been there a lot in the past three days, to bad Jasmine didn't know her real name. Jasmine walked back in their direction placing Jill's beer in front of her and attended another individual.
"You must come here a lot as well if you know Jasmine like that."
He finally sat upright, twisting in his seat to face her.
"Names Ronald." His hand reached over to the middle of them, waiting for her to clasp it. Ronald Ronfield, Ron Ronfield, Ron Ron… before the nights over I have to call him that at least once.
"Tiffany." Jill took his hand in hers and shook it firmly, his grasp was a little weak showing the drinks he had so far were taking effect on him.
Within the hour Ron had one too many drinks then what he could handle. It was time for her to dig for information on what she came here for.
"So Ron, you said you had a daughter. What happened?"
His body slightly swayed back and forth, giving her the impression of Jack Sparrow. She smiled at the thought. He paused for a moment, trying to focus his glare on her.
"I did?" His face scrunched up for a brief moment and settled back into it's charming older man glow. Jill nodded her head to the question and he continued. "She died last month."
"I'm so sorry, how?"
He took another sip of his drink starring at his hands around the cup.
"You know Devils tower?"
"Mm-hum."
"She went up there with her boyfriend when I was on duty. I told her not to go and grounded her but she went anyway."
"Why didn't your wife stop her?"
"Her mother died during labor."
That was one fact Jill didn't know. "Go on."
"Well she went up there…" He paused for a brief second, looking up at his eyebrows as if trying to remember the rest. "She… they disappeared. Their car was there, but they weren't." He stared back down at his hands on the cup, you could clearly see he was squeezing it between both palms, trying not to let out any anger.
"Does the cops have any leads?"
"Cops? I am a Cop. What kind of cop am I? Cant even protect my own child. I told her not to go, I forbade it."
"Why did she go in the first place."
"For a good scare. She was always into that kind of stuff, zombies, ghosts, hauntings. You name it and she loved it. She read about the devils tower on some site… weirdnj dot com. There had been so many missing people from that location that it made it all the more scarier for her."
"So she went to check it out." It was more of a statement then a question.
"I told her it wasn't safe."
Ron lifted his hand for another order of drinks but Jill grabbed his wrists before Jasmine could spot him calling her over. He had had enough to drink for the night and Jill wanted him safely home. She sent Jasmine to call for a cab and ask the driver to come in and get Ron since he was too far gone to walk, let alone drive himself home.
Her job here was done, she had gotten as much information as she could from him without upsetting him. You could only push a drunk person so far before the wrong word set them off.
The person Jasmine called wasn't a cab driver, it was one of Ron's closest friends. It seemed to be a usual request to ask from the man since he didn't ask any questions. He shoved his way through the crowd and thanked Jasmine for the call. He lifted Ron, Jill helped him steady the drunken man.
"Thank you."
"Bye Ron Ron." With that, they entered the crowd of dancers and left the building.
Jill finished her last beer, she stood up and realized she was a bit tipsy, something she hadn't been in a very long time. A hand grabbed at her waist as if trying to help her keep steady from the sudden rush she had felt from standing up.
"Thanks Dean." She turned around and pushed the man in front of her away. It was the same scum bucket who offered to lick her smile off her face.
"Sorry hun but my names not Dean."
"No shit." She pushed past him but was stopped as his hand grabbed hold of her arm, just above her elbow. She stared down at his hand on her skin with a disgusted look. He released his grip from her arm. "Don't be so hasty." He inched closer to her, bringing their bodies together. "I think I can make you very happy." A smile curled on the edge of his lips.
Jill took a step back, "Why? Are you leaving?".
His smile quickly faded, but not as fast as she had turned around and walked into the crowd, disappearing like a ghost.
Jill walked to the only door leading in and out of the bar and waited a brief second, signaling a hand gesture in the air. From each side of the bar came two grown men. Both tall but one taller then the other. They had been there the whole time, keeping an eye on Jill.
"Did you get what we came for?"
"C'mon Dean… what do I look like? Of course I did."
"Was that guy bothering you?" Sam looked over the crowd at the guy making his way toward them.
"Don't worry about it, nothing I cant handle."
"Good cause he's coming this way."
Jill let out a heavy sigh. "God he's persistent. Let's go."
The three of them walked out the double doors leaving the man to walk up to the only empty space in the bar.
It was about two in the morning when they reached the hotel they were staying at. Jill rushed to Sam's laptop to check out the link Ron had mentioned to her. Sam and Dean followed in after her, Dean kicking off his shoes and Sam attending to help Jill. Jill glanced over at Dean who had just flipped on the television set and made himself comfy on the bed.
"Sometimes I think you want me to hurt you." He turned it off immediately.
"What are we dealing with?" Dean got up from the bed and walked behind Jill, standing on Sam's left.
"Okay, so this 'Devils Tower' is actually a clock tower, the centerpiece of an estate called Rio Vista. The legend goes that the man that owned it had it built for his wife so she could have a view of New York without actually having to go there. The owners name was Riondo, he was cheating on his wife. When she was at the top window of the clock tower one night, she found her husband outside with another woman. It says here that she jumped down the center of it, or might have hung herself."
"Suicide." Sam twisted the laptop so he could see the symbols on the page better. "That's satanic markings."
Jill didn't need the laptop, she had finished reading it before discussing it with Sam and Dean.
"Its said that at one point it housed evil rituals by Satanists early in the century. There's satanic graffiti on the inside walls."
"There's a lot of history behind this place." Dean leaned in next to Sam to look at the pictures.
"Yea, a lot of bad history. Get this, something bad happened to the Satanists group forcing them to leave the site, no one knows what."
"Yeah well those idiots tend to get scared of the wind if it blows to hard during their fake rituals." Dean said it with disgust. It was a little annoying to know that there were people out there trying to bring evil into the world while you tried to get rid of it.
"True… even so the devil's tower isn't just called the devil's tower for nothing. There's supposedly a curse that if you drive around the place a bunch of times the spirit of the woman takes control of your car and crashes it, killing whatever girls there are inside the vehicle. Or the devil appears in front of you… which I doubt. Some say if you approach the place you can almost see people in the windows, which is impossible because the place is completely sealed up."
"So we're dealing with a pissed off suicide spirit who targets girls?" Dean asked.
Sam spoke up before Jill could answer his question. "Not necessarily, it says here that about twelve girls have gone missing after visiting the place, along with nine boys."
"So we got some anti social bitch who just hates everybody." It wasn't a question, Dean ran his hand over his face before pulling a seat next to Jill. Sam stayed standing.
"Well the place is huge, there's some under ground tunnels that were in progress that stretched out from beneath the main clock tower. There's a ornately decorated mausoleum and chapel located to one side of the tower."
"The bodies in the mausoleum right?"
If only, the job would have been a hundred times easier if they knew where the body was located so they could just torch the bitch. But that wasn't the case, they never caught a break.
"No Dean, its not. The body was moved a while back after Riondo passed away. Says she might be hidden in one of the tunnel branches, no ones sure." Dean leaned back in his chair waiting to hear the rest, his legs stretched out in front of him, crossing at his ankles, his hands folded on his lower stomach. "The tower is completely gated and locked. Doors and windows sealed shut, absolutely no entrance or exit."
Jill eased back in her seat, all the information they had needed was now out in the open. What they would do with it was up to the boys. She wasn't to eager to go on a hunt where she would be the main victim.
Sam shut the laptop and took a seat, all three of them sitting there in silence. Contemplating on what there next step was for the hunt.
"I'm up for a scavenger hunt." Dean unfolded his hand and sat upright in his chair, glancing between Sam and Jill.
"Tomorrow night?" Sam asked looking over at Jill. He too wasn't so happy with the fact that Jill would be the main target of the spirit.
Jill stared at the laptop, Twelve girls and nine boys… and that's only the ones that were missing, "What's the prize after I win the scavenger hunt?" She looked up at the boys and smiled an uneasy smile, it was a mix of confidence and maybe fear. Something about this hunt was making her feel on edge. "I'm in." She said with a crooked smile, her breath slightly shaky.
Their hunt was officially on. Yippee…
R&R please. I hope you like it so far.
