The old truck pulled into the driveway, AC/DC's 'Whole Lotta Rosie' playing from the speakers while the occupant quietly sang along. The music stopped as the engine did, and the small form of a woman slowly stepped out. She was a little shorter than average, perhaps 5"3, and her long dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Throwing her backpack over her shoulder, she made her way up to the front door of the old building.
She hesitantly pushed the door open and stepped inside, her face was partly hidden in shadows but she couldn't be any older than twenty. The floor creaked and dust puffed up with every step she took. She didn't have time to waste looking around and set to work immediately, iron bar in one hand, salt shaker in the other. The body had to be hidden somewhere in the house, it was the only explanation. Deciding to start from the top and work her way down, she headed for the attic. Large spaces could be seen along the wall of the staircase where paintings had once hung, wallpaper peeling in large chunks around them. She kept her eyes wide and her senses on high alert as she made her way up the stairs. Pushing the old faded door open she slowly looked around, taking in every detail. Aha! That had to be it! A small line down one wall, impossible to notice for someone who didn't know to look for it, but she had expected it. Lots of old buildings like this one used hidden rooms such as that.
She was just running her hand along the supposedly solid wall, looking for the catch, when the temperature dropped. Breath as fog in front of her, she quickly spun around, eyes alert on the figure standing before her. A young girl who could be only a few years her junior had materialised. Hair sticking out at odd angles, deathly pale, and eyes of the insane, she started towards the young hunter with her arm outstretched. Too late to raise her weapon, the hunter was violently thrown across the dusty room. Landing with a loud thump, she managed to thrust salt in the phantoms face before more damage could be done.
The hunter shot up and ran back across the room, no time to scout around for hidden switches she raised her bar and started striking the hollow wall as hard as she could. She gave a startled shout as the young dead girl appeared to her left, and swung about to slash her with the bar. The hunter hardly saw her disappear in a puff of smoke as she continued on with destroying the flimsy wall. Finally breaking through, she pulled open her bag as she sprinted inside, heading for the poorly wrapped corpse at the far end of the small room.
Pouring a mix of salt and fuel onto the bundle, she fought to start her lighter. The spirit appeared behind her again, and in a rage rushed towards her. The ghost reached the hunter just as the corpse went up in flames, and the hunter breathed a sigh of relief as it was sent off with one last fiery scream.
The hunter trudged down the stairs, stuffing her things back inside her bag as the Imperial March from Star Wars rang through her ears. Flinging open the door she pulled out her phone, and without looking at the caller she answered it. She immediately recognised the voice that spoke on the other end. "We've got a bit of a problem."
"What, no hello?" was her sarcastic reply, the Scottish accent ringing out.
"Don't you get smart with me kid! Are you gonna help me or not?" demanded the angry voice on the other end.
"Sure Bobby," she slipped back into her truck, slinging her backpack into the back seat. "What do you need?"
Hey everyone! This idea has been in my head for ages and I just had to get it out. I don't know if I want to make it into a proper story, or just leave it as a one-shot. If you like it, please let me know :) Thanks for reading! :)
