Author's Note: Okay, this is my first Supernatural fiction, not to mention the first time I have ever attempted to write anything even vaguely paranormal-like, so don't be too hard on the old gal. Do, however, tell me what you think. Feedback is greedily craved and greatly appreciated. That being said, I'll get on to the story! Thanks.

The Wyatt Mansion

By: Breezi

Prologue:

The dark night sky was cloudless and clear in Clearwater, North Carolina; stars shining and the three quarter moon brightly illuminating the treetops. The air was crisp and cold with wind enough to send chills all the way down to the bones. It was the perfect kind of night to be sitting inside, snuggled under a quilt beside a warm fire and reading a good book. But that's not what Tricia was doing. No. Tricia Parks was standing there beside her friends, Jason Woods and Bree Cose, flashlight in hand. They were all staring up at the boarded up mansion which had signs posted all through the yard designating that the property was off-limits to the general public; trying to build up the courage to go inside. Supposedly, the mansion was haunted and spending a few hours inside of it at night had become a sort of rite of passage for kids entering high school. So, here they were. Tricia tugged at the end of her light pink scarf and let out a shaky breath, trying to figure out if her shivering body was from the cold or the sight of the creep old house. She turned to Bree.

"Are you sure we have to do this?" she asked.

Bree let out a laugh, that kind of laugh that was the epitome of feminine and drove men crazy, then said, "Of course, we have to do it."

"Brad Fleor bragged that he and Tommy spent four hours in here last month. I say we go for the record setting five!" Jason chimed, pulling his baseball cap down further over his shaggy blond tuffs.

With a determined puff of air, Jason started climbing the chain linked fence that surrounded the house. The two slender brunettes followed his lead, whining about the physical exercise, then immediately locking arms as soon as their feet hit the ground. Without even the slightest hesitation, Jason leapt up onto the front porch.

"Okay," Tricia said, pulling Bree to a stop before she could set foot on the first step, "we're inside the fence. Do we really need to go into the actual house?"

"Awe, what's the matter, Trish?" Jason said, turning toward the girls and shining his light directly into Tricia's eyes, "Afraid a big bad ghost is gonna get you?"

"No." Tricia said quickly, backpedaling, trying to save face in front of her friends, "I'm afraid one of us is gonna go crashing through that floor and break our neck. Look at this place! It's condemned!"

"Quit being such a baby." Jason said with a wink.

"Shut up, Jason." Bree snapped, taking her friend by the shoulders and forcing her to look at her, "Listen to me, Tricia. We're gonna go in this nasty old house, hang out for a couple of hours, play some cards, shoot the shit, then, we're gonna go home and drink a hell of a lot of hot chocolate. Got it?"

"Got it." Tricia said.

"Okay." Bree grinned, "Now how about a smile for your best friend?"

Tricia smiled and wrapped her arms around Bree's neck.

"Hot chocolate? What are you, eight?" Jason said.

The two girls broke their embrace and turned to him, similar scowls on their faces. "No, jerk off! What are you, an ass?" Bree quipped, "Tell me again why we invited him."

"Because he's your boyfriend." Tricia supplied.

"Oh, yeah. What the hell was I thinking?"

"That he has cute dimples."

"Right." Bree said with a grin, "And the hair, too. He has good hair."

"It's true. Jason, you do have very good hair."

"All right, all right." Jason said, rolling his eyes, "Are we through with the Kodak moment so we can break into this damn place and get this over with. I'm freezing my ass off out here."

"What ass?" Tricia chuckled and Bree took her by the elbow and lead her up the steps of the front porch just as Jason shouldered his way in through the front door.

"Whoa!" Jason said from inside, "This place is seriously creepy."

Bree and Tricia came in behind him, each stepping lightly over the creaking floorboards. Tricia's comment of falling through the rotting floor was a very real possibility that they were all aware of. Tricia panned her light around the room that they had entered, which had apparently at one time been the foyer. Directly ahead of them was a winding staircase which lead up to the second story, a hallway beside the stairs that lead back to a door that was hanging off of its hinges, and pictures still hung, albeit crookedly on the walls. The three kids crowded into what was the living room, which still contained several pieces of broken furniture. Tricia and Bree were prepared to settle in and spend their five hours in that room, unwilling to venture any further into the old mansion than was absolutely necessary; but Jason seemed to have other plans as he continued to scan his surroundings with his flashlight.

"Come on, girls." He said, "Don't you want to explore a little?"

"Not even a fraction." Bree stated with a coy smile.

"Fine." Jason said, his face vanishing eerily into a shadow, "You scaredy-cats."

"Now who's eight?" Bree laughed.

"Just wait here. I'm gonna have a look around." He said, before disappearing around a corner.

Bree dropped Tricia's arm and took a few steps after him, "No, Jason, you big goon. Just stay here with us!"

Jason did his impression of a spooky ghost noise, earning a chuckle from Tricia. Bree cast a glance over her shoulder at Tricia and raised her eyebrows. "I'll be right back, kay?"

"God," Tricia said, "Can't you two go one hour without sneaking off to make out?"

Bree responded with a bright smile before bounding off around the same corner as Jason, leaving Tricia by herself in the old living room. She walked to the nearest wall and put her back against it, sliding down to a sitting position on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She really didn't want to be alone in this place. There were so many different stories circulating about how the place was haunted and whatnot, it just made her uncomfortable. Not to mention, it did nothing to shelter them from the cold. The only protection it offered was a shield from the wind, and the spooky old place had plenty of its own unexplainable breezes swirling around, so that didn't really count. Tricia leaned her face forward and rested her forehead on her knees, closing her eyes and trying to pretend that she was somewhere else; somewhere warm and safe; like the Bahamas.

Tricia's head snapped up, her eyelids flying open and her lungs sucking in an involuntary gasp of air. Her heart was beating so fast and hard that she was certain it was about to burst through her chest. She had thrown herself back into the wall, the back of her head smacking against its hard surface. She was wondering what it could have been that had given her such a fright when it occurred to her that she must have dozed off. Falling asleep in a place like that, no wonder she had had a nightmare. She wondered how much time had passed as she climbed to her feet, dusting herself off with her hands.

"Bree!" she called out, "Jason! Where are you guys?"

Hesitantly, she began making her way out of the living room and through the house. She wondered back through the hallway, crouching down to duck through the crooked unhinged door at the back of it. When she straightened, she found herself in a worn out kitchen. There was mold in the upper and lower corners of the room, cabinets with missing doors holding rows of jars with contents that Tricia had no desire to examine any closer. A door stood open at the far side of the room. Everything else in the kitchen was a tinted blue color from the moonlight shining in through the windows, but that doorway was like an opening into pitch black. She didn't know why, but Tricia felt that she needed to see what was encompassed in all that darkness. She crossed over to the door and peered through it, shining her light out in front of her. The doorway revealed a narrow staircase that lead down into the cellar. Tricia shuddered at the sight of the rickety old wooden stairs, hesitantly moving to step down onto the first one, but froze when she heard the faint and distant sound of a young female voice.

"If you guys are trying to lure me down there, I am so kicking your asses!" she called, retracting her foot from the entryway. Her flashlight flickered as the batteries started to die. "Perfect." She muttered, whacking it against the palm of her hand, "Come on, guys! My light's going dead!"

She heard shuffling behind her and rolled her eyes at her friends' piss poor attempt at sneaking up on her. She spun around with a grin. The smile quickly melted away as a scream curdled up from the bottom of her stomach, ripping from her throat with a painful agony.

And then, there was silence.

Author's Note: So, that's the beginning. Please, please, please, let me know what you think!