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She looked angelic, not like an angel, just angelic. Her joyful smile was stained on her pale face engraved in soft pink lips, I longed to kiss. Long straight streams of honey blonde hair cascaded down until just below her shoulder that shook when she turned her big sky blue eyes in my direction. Elizabeth, that was her name .She had been my first love and yes I know I sound like a whiny doe eyed bitch but it was true. It had been in the one town where I stayed for more than a month actually it had been almost six months before being ripped away for another hunt. Before being ripped away from her. Now she stood only ten feet away from me again and it was more intoxicating then the beer which lay undisturbed in my hand. Her tall lean body seemed so familiar even though I had been 24 last time I pressed against it. I could still remember her delicate touch so different from my ruff one…
"Dean, I know where the hair is." My brother Sam piped in pulling me from my thoughts and jarring my nerves.
"Hair what?" I asked trying to get my train of thought back on the tracks because now it lay miles away in ruins.
"The spirit Dean, the hair that is keeping it hear I think is in the old cap in the office…Dean what the hell are you looking at!"
"Huh?" I questioned realizing my mind had made its way back to Elizabeth.
"Hair Dean the hair come on." Sam stated angrily pulling me to the back office away from the memorial.
We silently slid the door open making our way in. our footsteps were heavy on the dark wood, echoing with every step in the eerily silent room. I searched quietly scanning the room for the old baseball cap the family had mentioned. First turning dust ridden papers over and opening badly locked drawers. Seriously did they want people to steal there stuff? Then I saw it. There on a stained shelf covered with grime was the worn down hat that had seen too many days and sat to long on the old man's head. I snatched it up with nimble fingers and probed it for the hair.
"Sammy!" I whispered harshly to get his attention, "I got it." Then a painful blow came to the back of my head sending me to floor and the cap left sprawling in the air before settling few feet from me. I grasped for it and only got a swift kick in gut for my trouble.
"You turn son, you turn." The old man wailed yielding a fireplace poker, the same thing he had been brutally killed with. He swung down hard but I swerved just enough for it to miss and crack into the hard wood. I glanced around wildly for Sam and saw him sprawled on the other side of the room unconscious.
"Great" I mumbled focusing on the spirit above me again.
After another hit to the head I scrambled to regain my feet, but instead lay on the ground staring up to the ceiling and waiting for my end. The old man raised his poker above his head with shaky arms and with a fury began to thrust it down towards my chest. I closed my eyes waiting for a painful and deadly jab into my heart but instead a shot rang out and I opened my eyes to see the ghost was gone. Instead a hunter stood un-rattled with a rock salt gun set in their hands.
"Elizabeth?" I questioned staring at the girl I thought I'd known.
"Hey Dean." She said a smile extending over her face.