Chapter 1: My Name Is...

First, let me let you in vision the story. My name is Sam. I have red long hair about to my wrists, with blonde/orange tips. I have brown eyes and I usually wear red lipstick. Today, I am wearing a black and white tank top, covered by a leather jacket, black, of course. And, black short shorts, and black knee-high socks. I'm 5'9, but with my black combat boots, I'm about 5'10 or 5'11. Anyway, I don't want to spoil anything, so here's the story: from the beginning. Today wasn't the first day, but it was another day. I feel the cool winds on my face as I walk from the parking lot to the apartment building. It wasn't a bad apartment, in a bad neighborhood, it was a nice one, resembling a Hotel. It was a nice place. I walk inside, greeted by genuine smiles of friends and elderly people who sometimes drop by my apartment just to say hello, or because they made me cupcakes or something cute and old people-like. "Hi." I say to everyone. I say it genuinely too, just not AS genuinely. I fish my keys from my pocket, purses are for credit cards, makeup, and licenses that I don't exactly need. I have a duffel bad, that I keep my fake I.D.s in, and flashlights, guns and knives. Now before you judge me- No, I'm not a criminal. I am a hunter. Not one that kills deer or bears. I hunt monsters. Not just monsters, but demons, ghosts, and angels. Some scary and gross shit too. Ever heard of Wraiths? How 'bout Djins? Anyway, once I find my keys, I jiggle the lock and open the door. I open the door to what I thought was a demon. I swiftly pull my demon knife from my boot, where I usually keep it. I duck away and turn back, facing the demon. I tackle him and throw him to the ground. Thumps and grunts were heard throughout the apartment, but no one cares. They always thought it was the couple down the hall anyway... I pull my knife up about to stab the demon in the throat, but the demon cowards. Huh?

"Please-Sammy it's just me, I'm not possessed, test me!" he pleads.I get a closer look and put my knife down. It's Julian, my best- and only friend ever. We became friends in 7th grade. Which was what, 12 years ago? Yup, I'm 25. I don't need to test him, even though I can take him down easily, he can take almost any demon. We became friends when he found my angel blade in my locker, and we exchanged stories. I laugh, and help him up.

"Jesus, Julian. Work out once in a while." I say, still laughing.

"Well sorry I didn't come out of the womb with a rock salt gun..." Julian says. I laugh a little harder.

"You're lucky I didn't slit your throat, I would in a heartbeat, but I'm feeling nice today." I say, going into my room, leaving the door open like a sign saying "Come in, I'm bored." Right as I sit on the bed, my phone buzzes in my back pocket. Great. I pull it out and press the green button.

"Hello?" I say, not even checking the number.

"Hey, it's Rosa, I've got a job for you. Classic haunted house in Kentucky. Lights flickering, furniture moving 2 inches. But last night it got weird." Rosa says in her british accent.

"How so?" I say.

"A guy, in his 50s went missing. They found his body lifeless on a demon trap in the nursery." Rosa finishes.

"Text me the address, we'll leave tonight, I'm taking Julian with me." I say and hang up.

"What?" Julian questions.

"Rosa found a job, 50-year-old man dead on a demon trap. She's texting me the address now, it's in Kentucky. Let's go." I say. Then we get in the car and head out.

*TIME SKIP*

"Alright, here it is." I say pulling up in my 1997 Black Corvette. We made our bets in the car, we decided classic poltergeist or angry spirit. Not that hard to handle.

"Look at that beauty!" Julian says pointing near the back of the house. It was beautiful. A 1967 Chevrolet Black Impala.

"Oh wow. Wait, does someone live here?!" I gasp. Don't get side tracked, Sam! Our attention turns to the house. Shouts and thuds come from the house. It sounds like two middle-aged men.

"DEAN!" I hear one yell. I don't even say anything. I just grab my knife from my boot and get out of the car as quickly as possible. I run towards the house, Julian right behind me. I barge in. All I see is one man being forced stuck onto a wall, and the other trying to find salt in the house.

"Julian, SALT!" I yell. He tosses a small bag of salt to me and I throw it to the man searching for salt. He catches it, but has a look on his face. Like a "Who the hell are you? Oh wait, our asses are being kicked by a ghost, don't have time to ask now, give me a second." look.