Haunting Past
Chapter one
It was dark as the tree branches brushed against and scratched his arms while he tried to hide from the thing that chased him. He had gone to the cemetery to visit his wife's grave when he heard a voice, it could have been in his head but he ran nevertheless.
"You killed her, it's your fault, she'll never forgive you. What you are doing now is just out of guilt, it doesn't mean anything. It's your fault she died."
He couldn't help but to remember that dreadful day when he found his wife crazy and in a murderous rage. He hadn't known how to stop her from killing him because her physical strength seemed to have accelerated considerably. He hadn't had a choice it was kill or be killed by her. Whatever was inside her wouldn't allow him to save her, so he put her out of her misery.
"Who is this?" he yelled in a heavy breath.
"You killed her, it's your fault, she'll never forgive you..." said the voice again.
He knew something was messing with his mind and he was trying to run away from whatever that was. Out of breath, he finally reached the gate and got out of the cemetery. Whatever chased him made him remember that hurtful memory as it continued to speak but the voice became more distant and angry.
"It's your fault she died."
Bobby woke up with a start, his heart thumped hard in his chest, he was out of breath and covered in sweat. He looked around disoriented. He was in his room and it was still dark outside but he could hear the birds chirping.
"Was this just a dream?" he asked, speaking to himself aloud. "No, it's not a dream, I did go to the cemetery, I did hear this voice."
Why was this having such a hold on him, the voice had sparked doubt in him, he thougt he had come to terms with this, that he had forgiven himself. That voice said she would never forgive him and he couldn't help to think that maybe it could be true. He got up, headed towards the bathroom, splashed a bit of cold water on his face and looked at his reflection in the mirror. A dreadful feeling of guilt and pain washed over him and he simply couldn't shake it off. He headed back to bed and tried to sleep some more but he was restless.
The phone rang and he jumped as the sound broke the silence in his room.
"Hello!"
"Hey Bobby, it's Dean, I think we're going to need your help on a case we're working on."
Dean explained about people becoming completely crazy, hurting there loved ones and then ending up dead. The funny thing was that they weren't killing themselves, something was killing them, sometimes ripping them apart and their bodies or what remained of them were always found in cemeteries.
"Well that is certainly strange, said Bobby. There are many things that can drive people mad but usually, those people commit suicide or end up in asylums, not ripped apart. I'll take a look and see what I can find."
"Great, thanks Bobby, call me as soon as you can." Dean said before he hung up the phone.
"So what did Bobby say?" Sam asked as he came out of the store after a few minutes carrying two coffees and a newspaper.
"He agrees that it's strange, he'll look into it and call as soon as he knows something."
"Yeah, well I hope it's soon."
"Why?"
"Look here," Sam said as he handed Dean the newspaper and his coffee. "There was another victim found last night same kind of circumstances, the woman was driven mad and found dead in a cemetary."
"Hum, did you notice where this happened? Dean looked at Sam. Whatever that thing is, it's been on the move and now it's close to Bobby's."
"Yeah I know, I noticed, said Sam, we should get on the move!"
Dean and Sam gathered their things, Sam called Bobby and told him about the new information. They took off to head toward Bobby's place with music blaring loud in the speakers of the Impala as they hit the road once again.
Bobby started to look in his books. The latest victim was found in the very same cemetery where he heard the voice, where his wife lay resting. He started looking for what kind of creature was able to drive people insane, he was sure that what happended to that woman was connected to that voice. He hadn't seen anything though, was it hiding, was it invisible and how could it know so much about his past? It was disconcerting, whatever it was, it knew how to mess with ones mind.
When the boys arrived into town, they headed to the coroner's office to find out as much as possible about that woman.
The young man at the desk told them everything he knew about the mystery.
"It's strange, I knew that woman, she was a nice person, just a couple years older than I am. She was very active in the church, a strong believer. I couldn't believe it when I heard that she tried to kill her husband. Apparently she started hitting him with an old iron frying pan before she ran out of the house. They found her the next day in the cemetery close to the little patch of woods on the far left side. What's sad about this is that she was five months pregnant." he stopped talking. Sam and Dean were looking at him.
"And?" Sam asked.
He looked up at them and continued.
"When they found her body, it was obvious the she had a miscarriage but the there was only blood, they never found the baby." he said looking sad.
He also mentioned that there was nothing else found at the scene or on the body that was out of the ordinary. The boys thanked him for his help and left with more questions than answers.
"Man, this case is really weird, besides all the victims being found in cemeteries, there is nothing connecting them, there is no real pattern."
"Yeah, I know!" Sam said trying to think what could do something as horrible as stealing a fetus and for what reason?
"Ok let's go over what we know about the victims so far."
"The first victim," Sam began, "Was an elderly man who kept saying that he saw his wife still alive when he went to visit her grave. He said she told him that his grandson was going to die in a car accident and it happened, just that way. A couple of days later, the old man was found ripped apart. The second victim was an eighteen-year old guy, who's mother said that he was having horrible nightmares and he seemed terrified all the time. This man was found in the cemetery as well, dead of a heart attack, which is weird for someone his age. Now, there is this woman who went nuts, tried to kill her husband, had a miscarriage and the baby is nowhere to be found."
"Let's go see Bobby, maybe he'll know what we're dealing with because so far I am clueless," Dean said raising his shoulders.
"Ok, agreed Sam, because I got nothing either."
Sam and Dean arrived at Bobby's by the end of the day. The place still looked the same, there were tons of books stacked in piles all over the house including the table, which was covered.
"Hey Bobby!" Sam said.
"Hey Bobby!" echoed Dean.
"Hey boys, glad to see you again!" Bobby said with a smile.
The boys entered, tried to find a place to sit and told Bobby about everything they knew so far. Bobby told the boys about the strange voice he heard in the cemetery. Sam asked Bobby what it said, Bobby became a little pale and only answered that he couldn't make out the words. Sam immediately assumed that he wasn't telling them everything but didn't say anything.
Bobby had found no more information than the boys had and was just as clueless about the mystery. They decided to head out to the cemetery later that night to see if they could find any more clues.
TBC
