Into The Night

by Grace Knows Best

Young Paranormal Research Assistant Summer Hawthorne finds her boss brutally murdered. She figures something weird is going on. She calls the police, two hot F.B.I agents show up asking weird questions. Could there be a ghost haunting Summer's job?

*Disclaimer: I do not own the show Supernatural. I do not own the characters Sam and Dean Winchester. I just own the idea for this story and the character Summer Rose Hawthorne.*

It was around 10 at night and Summer was helping her boss close up shop for the night. She had been working at the Paranormal Research Institute for at least 6 months now. The whole thought of encountering ghosts in real life sent shudders down her spine. She sat down at her laptop trying to finish typing up a lab report due Monday. Her boss glanced at her and sighed, "Alright Miss Hawthorne, it's closing time. Hurry up, you hear me. I'm gonna head out to the garage now. You have an hour to get done with your work and go home." he told her closing off the main light just leaving the desk lamp on for her. "Thanks Joe, I appreciate it. See you tomorrow." she called out.

Half an hour later, she yawned. "Finally." she said talking to herself outloud. She shut down the computer and grabbed the printed copy of her report. She switched off the lamp and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. She twisted the knob and made sure that it had locked behind her. She walked down the hallway heading to the elevator. She pressed the down button and looked up at the mirror like camera and checked out her hair and make-up. She froze as she saw the hall light flicking in the mirror. The atmosphere turned cold and her breath turned to mist. "Hello?" she called out not really expecting an answer. The elevator doors dinged open and she jumped startled. She took one last look behind her and stepped onto the elevator pressing the button for the garage. The doors dinged shut and she sighed, hoping that all she saw and felt was caused by faulty wiring.

The elevator finally came to a stop and the doors opened to a semi-light garage. She saw that Joe's blue Toyata Tundra was still parked across from her red Volkswagon beetle. She could see that his driver door was ajar. She wondered if he was looking for something on the floor of his truck cause she didn't see him in the drivers seat. Her curiousity got the better of her and she walked to his truck and rounded the end of it to peer inside his driver door, "Joe?" she called out, the name falling to a whisper as she found her boss lying in his truck, eyes wide open, his mouth open with surprise. The poor man's throat had been stabbed. Summer started gasping for breath, tears welled up, as she began to scream in terror.