Prologue
"Why are we doing this again?" Robin asked, huddling closer to her best friend Carmen as they passed under the doorway into the old Tenors home.
"Because we won't get dates with Logan and Jake." Carmen hissed back, "Stop being such a pansy."
"Yeah, but-" Robin stated, her sentence cut off quick by a small scream escaping her lips. She'd felt something just scurry across her foot and looked down just in time to see a large brown rat run off. "Who cares. It's not like this is going to prove anything."
"Would you just shut up." Carmen hissed once more, dragging her clinging friend up the stairs to the second floor. "We just have to stay in here for a few minutes and then head back down. It's simple. So stop your freaking out."
Robin sighed, nodding as her friend lead her into the main bedroom of the small abandoned farm house. The Tenors were a family back in the 1920's who had gone through the entire depression but were all wiped out during the end from phenomena. Sad, really. After the Tenors had all died and left this Earth people had come back to take their possessions away and sell them but, so the story says, Mr. Tenor came out of nowhere shotgun in hand and killed them all. The stories been told over and over again, the folklore shifting and changing with the times; like a sick game of telephone. By the time it gets to the last person no one clearly remembers what was said at the start.
Carmen positioned herself down on the old bed, the dust rising over her like a dark cloud, only to settle back down again after a few seconds. The room was dark, only the light of the moon coming through the dingy window providing light. Robin leaned heavily against the wall, hidden partially by the shadows from the old furniture in the small space.
"So do you think he's really going to show?" Robin asked.
"Who?" Carmen questioned, an eyebrow rising as she got comfy in the old bed.
"Him." The brunette whispered, her eyes shifting hurriedly around the room as if waiting for the man to pop up out of the shadows.
"Mr. Tenor?"
Robin nodded, unable to speak. She was getting scared, more scared then before. She had this ugly feeling in her gut, like something bad was going to happen. "I think we should leave Carmen. We've been in here long enough, the guys will definitely want to date us now."
Carmen rolled her eyes and sighed but otherwise stood up. As she did so something materialized out of the shadows in the corner. A shimmer of something bright caught Robin's eyes and she turned just in time to see the shotgun being raised and then a loud BANG echoed out through the room. Robin screamed, blood splatter covering her face as her best friend fell to the floor, a hole the size of a baseball. Robin screamed, charging out of the room as fast as her feet could propel her. If Robin listened hard enough she could hear the faint footfalls of someone following her underneath her heavy breathing and tears. As she raced through the house, Robin barged through the front door seconds before a shot echoed through the area. Robin ducked instinctively but she never saw anything expect her friends Logan and Jake standing wide-eyed at her terrified form. "He killed Carmen!" She screamed, taking Logan outstretched hand and letting him lead her back the way they had come. That night was something Robin would never forget. Even when all the police questioning and the investigators tests and re-tests were done, Robin would never forget that night. Never. After all, the death of your best friend by a Supernatural being was something a fifteen year old would remember for the rest of her life.