AN: the crossroads demon is not my idea I am taking it from Supernatural.

Beacon Hills 1941

"I'm here" a frightened young woman whispered as she stood in the middle of a crossroads. She let out a shiver as she wrapped her arms around herself and waited for something to happen in the dark of the night. Everything stood still. Had she done it wrong? It was supposed to be simple wasn't it? Get the items to summon a crossroads demon, bury it in the middle of a crossroads at midnight, and tell the demon your wish. So why was nothing happening?
"Hello peach" a deep voice muttered behind the girl making her jump. She turned around to find a young man with dark hair in a formal suit with a Devilish smile. The girl straightened herself up trying to look brave.
"And who are you?" She asked. The mans smile grew as he stepped closer to her. The noise of the gravel moving under his feet made her skin crawl.
"You called me so I'm here" he told her.
"I want Artie back home with me safe, alive, and well so we can live long and happy lives together" she simply cut to the chase making sure to be specific. If there was anything she was sure of about this ,it was to be very specific about what she wanted, she had read many of books that seemed to show being specific with wishes was always the best when given the chance.
"May I ask, why?" The man asked as he started to take a cigarette out of his pocket and attempt to light it. He made an offer for her to take one but she shook her head.
"He's all I have left! He promised me that if he came back things would be better, but I don't know if that's going to happen with girls like me getting letters everyday saying that their sweeties aren't coming back" she explained. The man blew smoke in her face and she quickly waved it away with a disgusted look on her face.
"I can do that" he promised her and there was a pause "But you have to do something for me"
"What?"
"I need to you give me the soul of someone who you care deeply for"
"But-"

"It's a trade off one soul for another. Everything comes with a price, honey"
"I have to kill them!" She exclaimed.
"No you have to hug them! Yes you have to kill them!" He joked. The girls breathing hitched and the guy sighed after taking another drag of his cigarette.
"Look you seem like a lovely girl and I can tell you love this Artie guy and all, so I'll give you a special offer" he said as he drew out a dagger that glowed in the moonlight.
"Whichever person you choose take them to a graveyard, make them stand on a grave, draw their blood with this, stab it into the grave, and I'll do the rest" he explained. The girl gently grabbed the dagger.
"What will you do?" She asked.
"I'll put them into an eternal sleep you know fairy tale type stuff, only wake up cure is for them to be touched by another human being"
"What happens if someone wakes them up?"
"Deals broken"the man summarized as he began circling the girl now.
"But here's the thing, if no one knows they're asleep no one can wake them up and that'll give you one hell of a good a happily ever after won't it?"he asked as he threw his cigarette on the ground crushing it under his foot.
"So deal?" He asked as his eyes suddenly went all black.

"Lottie stop" I complained even adding a stomp to my child like whine as we tiptoed our way to the entrance of the Beacon Hills cemetery. My best friend of several years turned towards me with a huge smile on her face that made her look gorgeous as the moonlight gave her olive skin and dark hair a glow.

"Aggy it's Halloween we're supposed to have fun and do ridiculous things especially in these days. We can't forget that we are still technically children" she sighed as she fiddled with the lock.
"I know Lottie but we can't! It's not safe and I hate these sort of places. We should have never snuck in to see the Wolfman that one time at the theaters" I told her with a shiver. The gate swung open with a creek and Lottie turned towards me with an expectant look offering her hand out to me. I didn't like it, but I slowly grabbed her hand, she was my best friend what was the worst that could happen?
"Love you Aggy" she told me giving me a kiss on the cheek before pulling me in.
"Let's not be to long though, my mother will be worried if we are not home after her shift at the veteran hospital"
"It'll be just a second" she promised with a skip in her step.
"What are we doing here?" I asked as I gripped tighter onto her arm, as a fog seemed to settle over the place.
"Georgina dared me ,that I wouldn't be able to stab a knife in a grave and make it out alive without something supernatural occurring tonight. So I'm proving her wrong"
"And how is she going to believe you?"
"That's why I brought you with me. Everyone knows you can't tell a lie to save your life" and I nodded in agreement. I shivered again it was absolutely freezing out here.
"Can we hurry up please?" I begged my courage slowly fading away. Suddenly our footsteps came to an abrupt stop as Lottie seemed to have seen a ghost.
"Lottie" I asked nervously.
"This is the one"she whispered her voice sounding a bit hoarse now and I could see by the look in her eyes she was terrified now as well.
"Look maybe this time I can lie, Lottie" I tried to tell her to get her out of her daze. She snapped back to reality and slowly but surely a smile returned to her face.
"I'm not willing to bet on that" she joked and reached into her satchel and brought out an extraordinary looking dagger.
"We don't keep that in the silverware drawer" I joked with her.
"Let's...do it together" she said. I hesitantly nodded with her as I put my hand around the sheath with her But it slipped at the last moment gave me a terrible gash on my hand.
"Aggy are you alright?" Lottie asked.
"It's just a cut"I told her as I examined it and leaned down to pick up the fallen dagger.
"I'm so sorry Aggy, but I need him" Lottie sobbed. Then suddenly everything happened so quickly. Lottie pushed me onto the top of the grave and plunged the knife into it. Suddenly walls of marble began to spring up around me like a crypt and I felt so tired that I couldn't even call for help as a glass coffin was encased around me and I fell asleep.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked as he climbed out of Stile's jeep, upon pulling up to the Beacon Hills cemetery to find Allison talking intently with Lydia. The two young women now turned their attention to the approaching two young men. The four teens had been expecting a quiet night in for Halloween with minimal supernatural world problems, which meant that a massive costume party had been held at Lydia's. But fate had decided otherwise as Scott had quickly spotted Allison holding up Lydia who had looked terrified and seemed to be talking in a rushed voice. This then lead to Scott and Allison having a quick telepathic conversation for him to follow her and now here they were at the local cemetery in the middle of the night.
"Listen I had one of my... feelings" she said trying to come up with a word for what happened, she was still getting used to coming up with terminology's for her Banshee abilities.
"They lead you to a cemetery? Isn't that kind of useless because everyone here is already dead?" Stiles asked. Lydia gave him one of her famous glares and continued on
" I don't really have a say in them and what they mean but, something told me to come here and find a crypt it was sort of like a soul reached out to me"

"Alright let's go then" Scott let out a sigh as he lead the way.
"Hang on a moment there Freddie I think Daphne has got something up her sleeve" Stiles told him hesitantly as he stopped him.

"What?" Scott asked not getting his friend's reference.
" It's Scooby Doo, Scott. What's that make you then Stiles?" Lydia asked.
"Obviously an attractive male version of Velma, because I can rock a good pair of glasses" Stiles replied back with a smirk.
"I'm the dog then?" Allison asked a bit offended. Scott laughed at that but quickly earned a punch in the arm from the hunter.

"So what? You think this is a prank?" Lydia asked turning back to Stiles.

"It's Halloween and it's foggy out we are basically in the first five minutes of any fall horror movie" Stiles explained. Stiles now earned a smack on the arm from Lydia.
"He just doesn't want to go in" Scott told them.

"You're scared?" Allison guessed looking at him.
"I am not" he snapped back a bit to quickly. The trio looked at their friend with a collective eye roll, Scott handed him a flashlight, and before Stiles could say anything they had already walked off without him. He let out a slight groan and slowly followed after them.
"It's not that I'm scared it's just, I've been a bit hesitant about visiting places with an eerie feeling to them especially after you know..." he trailed off as memories of recent events came to mind.
"Yeah" Scott, Allison and Lydia sighed. The gate opened with a creak that sent goosebumps over their skin. All of them stared into the graveyard hesitantly.
"Well,you hear the voice's you lead the way" Stiles said giving Lydia a slight push, Allison quickly followed behind her and the two shared a smile.
"Follow me then" she said walking forward. They all were silent for a couple minutes as they glanced at the gravestones.
"You know what this reminds me of?" Stiles asked trying to fill the silence.
"The first five minutes of every fall horror movie ever made?" Lydia joked back. Stiles gave her a look that made Scott chuckle.
"Did you guys ever hear about that one urban legend from this place? The one about that girl who came out here a long time ago on a dare and shoved a knife in a grave, but then scared herself to death because it caught on her skirt but she thought it was a zombie" he summarized.
"I've heard of that one too. My dad told it to me. It's just a tale to keep kids out of unwanted places I think" Allison replied.
"I definitely listened to that message" Stiles said.
"This is the one"Lydia told them as they came to a stop in front of a stone crypt. It was very basic and was barely noticeable unless you worked hard to look for it.
"What do you hear?" Scott asked as they all gathered around it.
"It's a girl screaming for help, it's louder now that we're here" she whispered. Allison walked up to the entrance to it and couldn't find any opening. She gave it a push with her shoulder but it didn't budge.
"Hey Scott mind using those wolf power's you're so known for?" she asked giving it another push. Scott walked up to Allison and followed her motions until it finally budged and they got it open. The crypt was dark, they all trudged in, and they all nearly dropped their flashlights at the sight before them. In the crypt was a glass coffin that carried a girl of about 17 in clothes that looked like they were commonly worn in the 1940's, her long red hair was splayed out on a pillow and her skin was naturally pale.
"I hate to be the one to ask the stupid question here but do you think she's stuffed?" Scott asked as he examined the glass. They all looked at him incredulously .
"What?Don't some people go to taxidermy's and ask for their family member to be stuffed?" he tried to validate his ridiculous question. Allison smiled at him and asked him to help her lift the glass top of the coffin to get a better look.
"Her name's Agatha Macintosh, she died around World War II era" Lydia told them as she had taken a chance to look at the epigraph whilst Allison and Scott did the heavy lifting.
"Is this the voice you've been hearing?" Stiles asked examine the girl now. Lydia seemed to strain her hearing for a moment and then nodded. Allison hesitantly took out one of the daggers she had on her and placed it under the girls nose only to see it fog up.
"Guys! She's still alive!" Allison gasped.
"What?" Stiles asked putting his fingers to her neck to feel a pulse but to his surprise the girl woke up and quickly gave him a good punch to his cheek.
"CHARLOTTE YOU BITCH!" she shouted at him and then quickly looked around at her surroundings and let out a gasp as she saw three strangers before her looking at her with terrified looks and one young man was on the ground clutching his face.
"OW!" Stiles shouted.