It's New Years Eve and last day of 2017! Let's hope 2018 will be just as amazing.
A New Year
11:58 PM New Years Eve
Two Minutes before New Years.
Bottles flew across the floor as the Ghost angerly entered the room with three trembling people. Blood dripped from all three of them but they held their weapons of protection firing shot after shot with a special rounds of ammo scattering the ghost giving the three time to search for the belonging the ghost was attached to since the body of the ghost had been cremated when they died.
"Search for anything!" The oldest man, Dean Winchester wiped the blood that fell from a cut on his cheek with the back of his hand searching for something the ghost had attached themselves to.
"But what?" The tallest, Sam Winchester, asked turning over a drawer which was difficult with a bloody gash on his shoulder where he had sliced on a knife that the ghost had flung at him.
"I don't care! Anything! Torch the house if we have to!" Dean screamed kicking over a rotten coffee table.
The youngest and only woman, Christina Winchester tripped over a upturned rug and went head first into the large grandfather clock breaking the wooden frame causing the glass to fall cutting her side of her face nearly taking off her ear. She placed a hand tightly against her ear and sat up.
11:59 PM New Years Eve
One minute til New Years
"Christy you okay?" Dean yelled rushing to her side. But was blasted back when the Ghost appeared out of nowhere. Christina was effortlessly lifted in the air but fell when Sam unloaded two more salt rounds into the Ghost.
"It came after I attacked the clock!" She screamed as from her injury and the gunshot being fired next to her head. "Burn the clock!" She screamed keeping her left hand over her left ear. Blood slowly slid down her cheek as she tried to reach her older brother to make sure he was okay. He groaned loudly when the clock began to chime midnight.
12:00 AM New Years
The Ghost screamed as it rushed towards Sam who struggled to light the lighter. The salt had been sprinkled and just as the Ghost reached Sam slashing him across the chest, the lighter was lit and was dropped catching the clock on fire just as the last chime rang out only to be blocked by the screams as the soul was finally put to rest.
"Happy New Years, guys." Sam said sliding down next to his brother and sister as they all sat and watched the clock burn to nothing but ash.
"Let's get out of here and go home." Dean grumbled standing up and all three of them left. "God why can't monsters take a holiday?"
Sam shrugged and both were shocked when something popped behind them. Christina, ear no longer bleeding, held a bottle of some sparkling liquor and she took a healthy swig before handing it over towards them.
"It's a shame this almost got wasted. But I'm glad I finally got to drink it." Dean and Sam nodded and took the bottle from their sister and they spent the the new years watching the house go up in flames.
The End