"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."

- Stephen King

She walked into her apartment, closing the door behind her she threw her keys and purse on to entryway table before flipping on the lamp. Letting out a deep sigh of exhaustion she slipped out of her shoes one by one, using the wall the balance herself.

Walking into the living room- kitchen area she pulled her blonde hair from its clip, allowing it to fall in waves upon her shoulders. A cold chill ran through her. She shivered and tried to shake it off. But she just felt off all of the sudden. Maybe she just wasn't feeling well. there was a bug coming around, so maybe that's just it. She thought to herself. Walking past the end table she noticed her answering machine flashing red. Hitting the button the message began to play.

"Hey Evelyn, this is Eleanor. I tried reaching you on your cell phone but it went straight to voicemail, figured it was dead." Evelyn walked back over to her purse and dug through it to find her phone finding it she was meet with a black screen as the message continued to play." I know you just left but we need you to come back. There's been a break in the case...We think you might be in danger."

Knock!

she jumped, startled by the sudden knock at her door. She cautiously walked over to the door not hearing the last part of the message. She took a deep breath before looking in the peephole. All her worries washing away as she saw her neighbor from across the hall standing there. she stepped away from the door and shook her head laughing at herself.

There came another knock. "Eve are you in there?" A voice called from the other side.

She opened the door, greeting her neighbor with a smile. "hey, sorry I was on the phone."

Her neighbor didn't say anything though, just stood there smiling at her.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

Still no response. In just a blink of the eye, he had her shoved back into her apartment, a hand quickly clasping over her mouth to keep her screams from escaping. She struggled against him, thrashing, and kicking. Knocking down a picture that hung on the entryway wall and knocking over the table by the door, spilling the contents of her purse all over the ground. He got the upper hand though as the chloroform set in. They lowered her to the ground as her body went limp. The last thing she saw before fading were a pair of black eyes staring down at her.

When Eleanor couldn't reach Evelyn and hadn't heard anything back from her and immediately jumped into action. Gathering her fellow agents they jumped into their large black SUVs and raced to Evelyn's apartment.

She was the first one to her door. Panic set in when she saw that the door was hanging wide open. They entered the apartment one by one, their guns drawn. Eleanor stopped in the living room and holstered her gun as everyone else checked the apartment. There were clear signs of a struggle, the apartment was empty. They were too late. Something caught her attention and she kneeled down by the tossed over table. swiping her fingers across the floor she brought her hand up to examine it. Yellow dust and that's when the smell hit her. The strong smell of sulfur lingered in the air. Eleanor's heart stopped. She knew that smell all too well and knew exactly who she needed to call.

The one person she knew would know what to do about this. The one person she swore she'd never talk to again. Her very reason she leaving home to begin her.

Leaving the apartment she pulled out her cell phone and quickly found the number on her phone. Taking a deep breath she hit call. The phone rang for a few seconds before there was an answer.

"This is Bobby Singer," there was a pause and then the sound of paper shuffling. "Ell is that you?"

"Dad...I need your help."

This is unedited and I'm in search of a beta reader