Dean Winchester was upset by a lot of things. His dad had just lost his job as a mechanic and now they had to move to a completely new state, which meant a new school and new friends, and for his older brother Sam, a new girlfriend. Sam was nine years older than Dean, but even though he was only sixteen he was already quite the charmer. He had to leave behind the girl, Ruby, he had been dating for over a month, and Sam wasn't all to happy about it. He took out his frustration on his younger brother, and John was to busy to mediate most of the time. Dean was upset by the fact that in this new city in Florida it rained all the time, and was always hot and muggy when he wanted to go out and play. They had only got to the new house a few days ago, but he could already tell he was going to hate it.

The thing that had upset Dean the most though, was the fact that he had seen a ghost on there first day and no one would believe him.

It was a Thursday when they first moved in, and it was raining cats and dogs, as if Florida was trying to welcome them to their new home. Dean had been lifting some of the smaller boxes out of the moving van with Sam and their dad all morning. Their furniture had been all moved in the day before by the moving company. While he was bringing a box of plates and cups in their was a bright flash of lightening. Dean glanced up, and in the flash he saw the silhouette of a small boy in the second floor window.

The box dropped to the ground with a splash, as Dean watched the window with wide eyes. Seconds ticked away before the roll of thunder and finally, a second flash. The figure was gone. Without bothering to pick the box back up Dean dashed into the house and pushed past his brother and up the stairs. He slammed open the door and found-

Nothing. The room was completely empty. Dean let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. What was he thinking anyway? He was the only little boy who lived here, and there was no way he could have made the shadow. Dean tapped his fist on his palm. It was a ghost. That was the only explanation.

He ran back down stairs to where Sam was waiting for an apology, but Dean ignored him and ran to their father. He started babbling incoherently, but Sam and John made out the word ghost and reluctantly followed him upstairs. Again there was nothing in the room, and John told his youngest son to not worry about ghosts and get back to unloading boxes. Dean went back outside and picked up the thoroughly saturated box. While he was walking he glanced back up at the window, but the little boy was no where to be seen.

Over the next few days Dean was convinced that their new house was haunted. Once, while he was in his room unloading boxes, one of them toppled over and nearly crushed him. Fortunately he tumbled out of the way just in time, but when he turned to yell at his brother for knocking the box over, he realized Sam wasn't even in the room. The next night he was woken in his sleep because he could hear voices in the hallway. He rolled over, thinking Sam and his dad were having another fight when his door creaked open and the voices grew louder. Dean sat bolt upright. Those voices weren't his family's. He glanced around, but there was no one in his room. He slipped out of his bed, but as soon as his feet touched the floor the voices stopped and he couldn't find them again for the rest of the night.

Still, his father wouldn't believe him that there were ghosts in the house. John told Dean that it was new house and that could be scary, but they would get used to it and there was nothing to worry about.

"You sure have a lot to worry about." The girl who lived down the street said when Dean asked her about his house. They were sitting together on the swings, in the park between their houses. Dean had gone there a few times and met Megara. She was a few years older than him, and seemed to know an awful lot about the house he had moved into. It seemed like the neighborhood liked to gossip about the house, and her parents told her everything they heard about it."That place is scary."

Dean didn't think that the house it's self was to bad. It looked like any other house, with two stories, green shutters, and a nice little lawn out front. Nothing at all about the house indicated it was scary or haunted.

"Did something happen there? What happened to the last owners?" Dean asked her. Meg just snorted at him.

"Not the last owners. Or the people before that, or before that." She waved her hand impatiently. "No one ever lives there for longer than a few months. I've seen two families move in already, and it's only April!" She laughed.

"So it's cursed?" Dean asked her.

Meg laughed again. " Of course it is! The owners all get scared or hurt and end up having to leave. Have you seen anything yet? I've heard it all."

"I heard some voices, and one of the boxes fell over." Dean explained, scratching his chin. "oh, and on the first day I saw a little boy in the window."

"A little boy?" Meg asked, for the first time since Dean met her she wasn't smirking. "All I ever hear about is a man and a woman haunting the place, but there's no little boy there."

They swung in silence for a few moments, while Dean imagined the figure he had seen on their first day. It had to have been a kid for sure, maybe even someone his age. Still, Meg seemed sure that there was no child's ghost in the house. Dean suddenly felt angry that no one bothered to tell his dad the house was haunted.

Suddenly Dean had a thought. "What if I break the curse?" He asked, turning toward Meg. "You know? Vanquish the ghost or whatever so we can stay here!"

She frowned at him. "Can you do that? You're just a kid!"

"As of now, I'm a ghost buster!" Dean cried, standing up.

"As of now you are absolutely crazy!" Meg shouted back, and she too stood up. "I thought you were just going to be moving in a month, I thought you didn't even like it here."

"Well I don't." Dean replied, slightly taken aback. "But my dad does. You don't want to help me get rid of the ghosts?"

"Of course not!" Meg said, and turned on her heel to leave. "The ghosts that live there are dangerous!" She shouted over her shoulder and ran off.

Dean kicked his legs back and forth, swinging higher and higher. If what Meg had told him was right, they had just under two months before the ghosts started to get violent. His dad and brother would be forced to believe him then, but he'd rather protect his family than be able to say 'I told you so' and have to move again. Dean wondered if they would get angry if he tried to remove them. He let out a sigh. There was really only one thing he could do at this point, and that was asking Sam for help.