The Midnight Hour

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She sat on the edge of the squashy armchair, book in hand, she held the book up with one hand and chewed her nails with the other, her eyes were glued to the book; and she seemed to be slightly scared. Her eyes scanned the words quickly, her glasses were hanging on the tip of her nose, and she was too into the book to care enough to push them back up. She had her knees up to her chest and it looked really uncomfortable but she didn't seem to care. She whimpered slightly and leaned forward, "Don't do it…" She muttered to herself leaning over more.

"Whoa…AH!" There was a loud scream followed by a thud and her book went flying across the room and bouncing off a lamp and nearly shattering it. There the young woman laid on her stomach on the floor, her legs still on the chair. "Ow…" She moaned flipping around and untangling herself from the chair. She stood up and sighed slightly at her klutzy ways and walked over and picked her book up sourly; she had lost her page.

Now as you very well may know things make noises, such as refrigerators kicking in, or the air conditioning, cars driving by and in an apartment people walking around upstairs and down. Its common sense but it wasn't something Allison Matthews had sometimes. As she picked up her book she heard a noise, now obviously it had been her refrigerator kicking in; because the sound was very obvious. Although for someone who had been reading The Shining by Stephen King for the last two hours, your mind tends to play tricks on you.

She froze and the book slipped between her fingers. She whipped around and suddenly felt very much out in the open, her eyes scanned the small living room of her apartment. She saw nothing, there was another sound and she gasped. "Shit." She muttered forgetting about the book, walking over to the chair near her small magazine rack and grabbing a screwdriver. I suppose you're wondering what a woman was doing with a screwdriver in her magazine rack. She rarely used it for screwing screws in, she used it for odd things, like popping the top off her wine-cooler bottles, or prying things open with it, or even as a weapon. It was mostly used as a weapon, Allison never learned. She would stay up late at night and read horror books and then she would flip out and one day she decided she needed a screwdriver near her chair. You know, just in case someone tried to murder her.

Paranoid, much? Yeah – she was a very paranoid type, but we're getting off topic here. Allison leaned against the chair, the screwdriver was held in her hand tightly causing a slight cramp. The noise happened again, it was coming from the kitchen. By now common sense should have kicked in, but with Allison and her paranoia, she tended to lack that. She creeped behind her chair and pressed up against it. "I have a screwdriver and I'm not afraid to use it." She said out of no where, there was no answer. She frowned slightly, she was afraid to walk away from her chair, as if the chair would protect her from anything.

She looked to her left down the dark hall and she shivered, "Eh…" She whimpered walking forward trying to hold her breath in. She lunged forward suddenly at the kitchen and bared the screwdriver, "Ah ha!", only to find nothing was there. "I'm loosing my mind." She muttered, which was not far from the truth. She ran back to her chair, dived in and grabbed her cell-phone off the end table next to her.

She looked around her living room suspiciously, and looked behind her several times as if there was some serial killer behind her with an ax or chainsaw. She shivered at the thought and flipped open the phone and found her friend, Veronica Davidson; she pressed enter on the speed dial and let it ring. She looked at the clock on her VCR and found it was 1:00 AM; she wondered if Veronica would even answer. It rang several times and Allison was getting nervous and all kinds of wild ideas went through her head.

Veronica was innocently sleeping when some Freddy Krueger dude came in and slaughtered her.

Allison would have continued with more crazy ideas but someone broke her out of her thoughts thankfully, "Um, hello?" The voice of Veronica came through, and she sounded annoyed.

Allison took a deep breath and said, "Ronnie, I know it's late but-" Allison was cut off by a heavy sigh.

"Let me guess, you've been up late reading a Stephen King novel and now you're scared shitless?" Ronnie asked knowingly, it had been more of a rhetorical question.

Allison laughed dryly, "I have not been reading Stephen King," she lied, "I was just bored…" She muttered lamely.

On the other end Ronnie's eyebrow raised, "Allie, are you telling me you were bored at 1:00 AM in the morning? When we're supposed to be up at 5:00 AM for an 8 hour drive?" She asked incredulously.

Allie nodded, "Yup." She said still looking around the living room fearfully.

Ronnie snorted, "Bullshit. We go through this all the time, I thought you weren't going to read anymore Stephen King?" She asked.

Allie sighed, "Well – I wasn't." She said sounding much like a child who was being reprimanded.

Ronnie laughed dryly, "But you were shopping, stopped at the book section, saw a King book; and just had to have it; right?" She asked smirking at how well she knew her friend.

Allie pouted, "Am I that predictable?" She asked.

Ronnie shrugged rolling over on her back amongst her many pillows and blankets, "For some things, yes. For others; you're just crazy." She replied.

Allie sighed and was silent for a moment picking at some fuzz on her chair when she finally said; "Sing me a lullaby." It was random, but totally serious. Allie by now had stood up and raced to her bedroom, flicked a lamp on and slammed the door closed; and dived for her bed thankful she hadn't opened her blinds up that morning.

Ronnie sat up part way in her bed; "You see that right there? That was unpredictable and slightly stupid." She said sighing.

Allie pouted getting under the covers and looking at her closet wearily, "Come on, I can't sleep." She whined.

Ronnie shook her head, "Twenty-four years old and whining asking for a lullaby, how mature." She teased her friend lightly; trying to ease her mind.

Allie laughed a little, "Yeah – it does seem silly." She responded.

Ronnie shook her head, "It doesn't seem silly it is silly." She grinned.

Allie sighed, "Right – well I personally don't give a rat's ass if it's silly, sing me a lullaby." She pouted.

"No." Ronnie responded.

"You're mean." Allie said.

"Don't care." Ronnie grinned.

Allie sighed, "You could come over tomorrow and see me cut into pieces on my bed! It could be the Maryland Chainsaw Massacre!" She rambled on dramatically, "And the dude will probably sell my blood to some Vampire wannabe's and he'll probably frame my head on his wall, and-"

"Allie?" Ronnie began calmly.

Allie stopped and took a deep breath from her rambling, "Yes?" She asked.

"THAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD OF." She cried out, "I wouldn't find you cut up into pieces, everyone knows that they use your body parts for a stew." She said teasingly.

Allie was silent, "Are you making fun of me?" She asked.

"Yes." Ronnie responded truthfully, "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep. Its 1:15 AM, I have to be up by 5:00 AM to come pick you up. That leaves me about 4 hours of sleep." She said yawning as if to emphasize her point.

"Well – what time did you get to bed?" Allie asked.

"Does it matter?" Ronnie questioned.

"Well – you see technically you'd be getting more then four hours of sleep if you were in bed before 1:00 AM; and-" Allie was cut off again by a heavy sigh.

Ronnie ran her hands through her hair, "Al, shut up, and go to sleep and stop being so paranoid; it's harder on me then it is on you. There are no chainsaw dudes, and there is no such thing as a Vampire. There is such a thing as an over-active imagination which you have; you also have the power to turn it off. Please do so." Ronnie said yawning again.

Allie sighed, "Fine – but if you come over in the morning, and I'm lying in a pool of blood it's your fault." Allie replied sourly, "Can you live with that?" She asked.

Ronnie shrugged suppressing another yawn, "Works for me, g'night." She said flipping her cell-phone closed, tossing it on her nightstand and snuggling back under her covers, 5:00 AM would come far too quickly for her.

Allie smiled a little at Ronnie's teasing, and closed her cell-phone shut. She yawned herself and laid the cellular on her nightstand, along with her glasses. She left her lamp on and looked around her room suspiciously. At times like this she wished she had a dog, or at least a man. Ronnie was always telling Allie she needed a man to deal with all of Allie's paranoia so Ronnie herself wouldn't have to.

Allie really hadn't thought about dating much, she had seen a few good looking guys on the street, and she had gone to a school dance one year with a good looking guy and they had actually had fun; when Allie left school they promised to keep in touch but they just didn't work hard enough at it. Soon after Allie had lost his phone number and address and just let it go, and both of them continued to live their lives.

Ronnie would bring him up every now and then, asking Allie why she hadn't kept in touch, and that he was supposedly the perfect guy for her, Allie merely shrugged and said; "It wasn't one of those things where I was really attracted to him. I look back at it now and know I only saw him as a friend; but at the time I thought it was more. It just wasn't." Allie was patient in the guy department, and Ronnie she had dated a few guys, but most of them were after her money; since Ronnie was from a very well to do family, she still lived with her parents so that they could keep a close eye on her. Mostly because Ronnie was a rebel type, which was one of the things Allie loved about her. Ronnie was exciting to Allie; she still remembered when she had first spotted Ronnie.

Allie was thirteen years old and sitting in the cafeteria on her own as usual when a rich kid sat down next to her. Allie had looked over to see she had beautiful strawberry blonde hair different from her own auburn hair. The girl also had mischievous looking bright blue eyes different from her own green ones; and a smirk was playing on her lips. The girl had held her hand out and introduced herself as Veronica but if she valued her life it was "Ronnie," and from then on they had hit it off. That was one of the first times Allie had ever gotten detention; somehow Ronnie had pulled her into a major food fight and the two were found under the table laughing and throwing mounds of spaghetti at the Jocks and Preps' heads.

Allie smiled a little bit at the memory and it helped her forget about her fears, so in no time her eyes were closed and she was out like a light, finally able to relax a little.

"OH FRICK!" Allie cried out looking around her room frantically, she had barely packed for their trip to Cape Elizabeth, Maine. It was early fall and both Allie and Ronnie wanted some time away from their jobs. So they started saving up for a trip to Maine, both of them had heard the seafood was fabulous and both girls loved seafood. They had also found a really nice hotel, it was supposed to be historical and it was next to a beautiful lighthouse. The brochure had looked inviting and it was affordable for two single women.

They had decided to stay two weeks for some well deserved R&R. Allie worked at a local Wal-Mart which was constantly busy; she mostly worked at the registers as a cashier. She had seen all sorts of people; the most annoying were children who liked to scan themselves; and the parents who didn't discipline. She had also met people who paid her in all change causing people behind them to throw fits.

Then she'd have to try and calm them down, and if it got too rowdy she ended up going to her boss. They'd also put her in the clothing aisle to change price tags, put up new shipments not to mention fix things. Such as people being too lazy to put something back when they decided they didn't want the shirt or outfit anymore. The worst out of all of it was kids running down aisles and pushing her or following her around and asking her stupid questions or generally annoying her.

She was definitely glad to be able to get the two weeks off, she definitely needed it and she wouldn't miss work one bit. At first her boss had thrown a huge fit that she was his best worker and she couldn't take two weeks off; and then he started rambling about how he was going to get a replacement for that time. He had been so desperate to keep her from taking two weeks off he offered her overtime which was something he rarely let his employee's do. Allie had only said; "James, I need this. I need this to keep me from grabbing the next kid who rips open a bag of marbles scatters them on the floor and causing me to fall on my ass; and making me have to tie them to a shelf in house wares and taping their mouths shut." Allie had looked weary and James had finally given in but he looked like he had just lost his favorite puppy.

Ronnie however worked for her Father, in his company and she was in a relatively high position. He had made her get a job to teach her responsibility. She mostly did organizing and researching and sending things to the people who were in charge of the marketing of her Father's company. It was hard in the fact there was a lot of sitting and searching things out and sometimes the researching was hard, sometimes she had come up with catchy things to help advertise her Father's company. It did have its perks, it had good pay her Father did take a little out for rent but not much; since it had been their idea she stay at home.

Allie knew Ronnie's Mother was protective of her, and slightly wondered if her Mother wanted to keep at least one child in her 'nest,' she had heard some parents; especially Mothers had trouble with emptying the nest. Ronnie had agreed only if she could live in the guest house for her own privacy. Ronnie's Father had agreed to let Ronnie go on the trip with Allie only if she saved up her own money and that he wasn't helping with the trip. It was his way of teaching her responsibility.

So for about a year the two girls saved up and found a hotel within their means in Maine and decided to go. They had mapped out some of the interesting sites that appealed to them.

Although, Ronnie was much more organized then her friend, "Oh dear God, I should have packed last night." Allie said running around her room back and fourth not even sure where to begin. She looked at her closet and found a suitcase she ran over and grabbed it throwing it on the bed. She looked at a huge pile of clothes on her floor and picked them up and threw them into the suitcase. She grabbed a few more suitcases and started tossing things in.

"Okay, that's definitely dirty." She said curling her nose at a smoky smelling shirt. It was a bad habit she smoked; and Ronnie was always on her about it. At the smell of smoke Allie got up walked to her nightstand drawer and lit up, she took a drag and sighed at the sensation.

She sat on the bed taking a break, from all the tossing of her things around her room. After she finished her cigarette she snubbed it out and raced to her bathroom adjacent to her bedroom. She froze staring at the bathroom sink as if she didn't know what to do next. Finally she just grabbed everything she saw on there and threw it in the bag. She walked back to the bathroom and threw a bunch of other crap she probably didn't need but Allie never packed light, she always packed as if she was never coming back again. She always packed needless things like screwdrivers, hammers, scotch tape, duct tape, and measuring tape. She would even take flashlights, candles, matches, random handheld games, and even spray bottles.

Things she didn't need but every time Ronnie would point out to her that she probably didn't need such and such, Allie would come up with some big story on how she might need it. Ronnie had given up a long time ago on trying to get rid of some of the crap Allie took with her. She found it was quicker just to let her take what she wanted and go. Sometimes it was also because Allie always waited till the last minute to pack, and because of that she would just grab things without looking and end up with stupid things like Febreze air effects.

Allie whipped open the door to her cabinet under the sink, she grabbed a bunch more things and threw them in the bag; she ran out and flipped the bathroom light off and then looked around her bedroom. She spotted her nightstand and decided to tackle that, about fifteen minutes later she was running around in the living room and kitchen trying to grab things. She grabbed all her horror books and zoomed to her bedroom and tossed them in a random bag. She grabbed magazines, a portable DVD player and all her CDs along with CD player and DVDs. Why she needed the DVD stuff she had no clue but she just felt like she did.

Her cell phone rang in her bedroom while Allie was in the middle of running towards it with all the stuff in hand, she was definitely a pack rat in some areas, and oddly enough her apartment was clean; because of her Obsessive Compulsive ways. She threw the stuff in a bag and ran towards her night stand and flipped it open, it was from Ronnie.

"Hey." Allie said out of breath.

Ronnie smirked a little bit and asked; "You didn't pack last night, did you?" She asked.

Allie snorted, "Of course I did, and I was doing some more exercises." Allie lied, and it was an obvious one too. Allie hated exercise in any form, and she would avoid it at all and any costs. She was lazy sometimes and the thought of a morning jog sounded retarded to her.

"You hate exercise, you don't even like to walk up the stairs. So you forgot to pack didn't you?" Ronnie asked.

Allie scowled, "Fine, yes I did, I haven't even showered yet." Allie said truthfully. She had woken up suddenly at 5:00 AM and knew she needed to get her ass in gear. They wanted to try to leave by 6:00 AM, 7:00 AM at the latest, but Allie had said it wouldn't be that late; but by the ways things were going it seemed so.

Ronnie nodded, "Ah, so I guess we'll be leaving by seven; which means we'll get to Maine by 3:00 PM." Ronnie sighed.

Allie shook her head, "No, I'm almost packed and it won't take me long to shower, I swear." She said.

Ronnie shrugged, "Well – I'll be there by 5:45, whether or not you're ready." Ronnie said, "I just called to make sure you were up, because I know how you oversleep." Ronnie teased.

Allie pouted, "I don't over sleep." She lied again, she usually got that way when she became defensive.

"Right – remember last week? I had to wake you up to go to work, because your boss James was having a fit and wondering where you were at. He's a very unstable little man, by the way." Ronnie replied rolling her eyes.

Allie sighed, "Fine – so I oversleep sometimes," she began.

"Try 99.9 percent of the time." Ronnie smirked, "Now hurry up and finish packing and shower, I want you to be at least almost ready when I get there." She said and with that she hung up. Allie sighed and quickly finished up with her packing.

At 5:35 Allie jumped into the shower and quickly cleaned her hair, it didn't take long since it was only mid-length, once she did she quickly jumped out and got her clothes on that were lying on the sink. She pulled on a pair of tan jeans and a white t-shirt that said, "Bite Me." In red letters across the front, after that she just threw her hair up in a messy do and decided to leave it at that. She had no time for makeup nor did she care that much about it.

She walked back into her bedroom at 5:55 and found Ronnie in her bedroom trying to push her stuff down in her bags and suitcases. Allie screamed at first upon opening the door not expecting Ronnie there, she held her hand to her chest and said, "Jeez – make a little noise to let me know you're here." Allie said shaking her head a little.

Ronnie shrugged, "Yeah, but then you'd come in swinging a lamp or something, thinking I was a burglar. This way, I'm not at risk of suffering Blunt Force Trauma." Ronnie replied.

Allie frowned, "I wouldn't use a lamp I'd use my shower rod." She said sighing and walking over to help Ronnie with the bags and suitcases.

"Why do you have a lamp in your bathroom anyway?" Ronnie asked as Allie was working on zipping up a bag.

"Oh, that's because I'm too lazy to climb up and replace the old light bulbs on my bathroom vanity, with new ones." Allie responded simply.

"It's not that hard." Ronnie laughed as Allie climbed on her bed and sat down on a suitcase to close it. She shoved everything in on the sides and then leaned back and grabbed the zipper only she leaned back too far and fell backwards on the bed. Allie sighed she always had problems miss-judging things. She scrambled back over to the suitcase pressed down on it and quickly zipped it.

Ronnie went to lift one of the bags and groaned, "What do you have in here? Bricks?" She asked.

"Nah, I think that one as a deluxe checkers set." Allie responded going towards another suitcase.

"What do you need a checkers set for?" She asked.

Allie grinned, "It could be a rainy-day someday and we could get bored, so I brought a bunch of crap like that." Allie said grabbing all the rest of her bags and dragging them out. "I also think that one as my pillows and blankets in it." She said referring to the bag Ronnie was holding.

"Al, the hotel has pillows and blankets already." She said stumbling into the living room.

"Yeah – but they never have enough pillows, I have to have just the right amount." Allie grinned.

Ronnie snorted amused, "And how much is that?" She asked.

"Oh, around 11." Allie said nonchalantly.

Ronnie looked at Allie as if she had grown three heads, "You don't need that many pillows, it's not like you can put your head on all of them at once." Ronnie replied shaking her head.

"It's not just for my head, there are pillows for my head, my back, my sides, and of course cuddle pillows." Allie grinned as she grabbed her apartment keys on the kitchen counter along with her jacket, and turned off all the lamps. She couldn't wait till they started to hit the road. Granted the 8 hour drive wasn't going to be much fun but once they got to Maine they would be able to relax in the cozy hotel known as, "The Country Rose." The picture itself had looked so inviting, and the price so affordable the girls just couldn't turn it down.

Allie and Ronnie walked out into the hallway as Allie locked her door, although she locked it numerous times due to her Obsessive Compulsive-ness. "I wonder if I'm forgetting something…" Allie trailed off.

Ronnie looked at her like she was insane, "Dude – you are carrying four suitcases, and two bags, you have your cell-phone, house keys and other weird things you carry along, in that jacket of yours. You nearly brought your whole apartment with you; trust me you aren't forgetting anything." Ronnie said amused as Allie put her glasses on.

Allie smiled sheepishly, "Right." She said as they walked down a flight of stairs and outside towards Ronnie's car. It was a red Kia Optima; she had gotten it for her 23rd birthday. Allie got her bags in the trunk and a few had to go in the backseat, but once the car was loaded up the girls stopped and got a quick breakfast to go from a restaurant. Allie needed the coffee and so did Ronnie, it was still a little dark out and they needed the coffee to give them a boost for the drive ahead of them.

It had been decided that Ronnie and Allie would take turns driving, they would drive till they got tired and then pull off somewhere and switch, so they wouldn't get burnt out from all the driving.

Allie didn't need much coffee she was already high strung and excited about the vacation ahead of her, and she knew it was going to be a very interesting one. She could feel it in her bones.

Sam sighed for the millionth time; Dean really knew how to push his buttons sometimes. He stared at his older brother across from the table at a small diner. Dean had been driving him nuts for the last 48 hours. Dean was in one of those moods, those pranking-I-wanna-drive-Sam-insane moods. Sam was not amused. "Dean," he began looking over his laptop at a grinning Dean, "I've had about all I can take, and this is serious." He said looking back down at the laptop screen.

Dean shrugged sipping his beer, "I know that Sammy – but you need a little excitement in your life." He said looking over at a busty waitress, she turned around and he checked out her ass.

"It's Sam." Sam replied looking up at Dean seeing him enthralled with something.

Sam looked over to where Dean's gaze was and once he realized what it was he turned back and rolled his eyes, "For once think with your upstairs brain – you get in more trouble with your downstairs brain." Sam said sounding like a Father scolding his son.

Dean scowled, "Come on Sam, the only thing that keeps me sane on this job is my downstairs brain." He responded.

Sam snorted, "That's comforting." Sam said sarcastically, he continued to search articles on anything suspicious. Sam frowned at one; it was odd and almost like someone made it up for the kick of it. "Hey," he said catching Dean's attention. Dean looked up and Sam turned the laptop towards Dean so he could read it.

Dean's eyebrow rose, "Some geek probably made that up; I don't think it's our type of job." Dean said as the waitress came by to see if they needed anything more.

Sam looked up at found Dean grinning and was probably about to flirt but Sam nixed it, "We'll take a check please." He said smiling pleasantly.

The waitress nodded and walked away, Dean looked over at Sam witheringly, "You have to ruin my fun, don't you?" He asked.

Sam shook his head, choosing not to answer and said; "We definitely should check this out."

Dean cast him an annoyed look, "Sammy this isn't our kind of work. It's just a rumor." He said shrugging it off.

Sam sighed, "You've said that before and been wrong, Dean. I don't think this is just a rumor. We're about 5 hours from Maine anyway, it'll be better to just check it out." He replied.

Dean looked sour, "Maine? Isn't that where they cook that crap seafood?" He asked.

Sam nodded, "Yeah." He replied shutting the laptop down.

Dean crinkled his nose, "Whatever happened to a good ol' cheeseburger?" He asked rhetorically.

Sam answered anyway; "Seafood is healthy and good all the same. A cheeseburger is good; but it's loaded with fat, salt, cholesterol and a bunch of other impurities. Cheeseburgers can cause heart problems, strokes, high cholesterol, and possibly diabetes." Sam informed him.

Dean blinked at him, "Thank you Dr. Winchester." He saluted him sarcastically, "What are you? Anti-cheeseburger? Mr. Health?" Dean questioned as Sam stood up.

Sam ignored his brother's rant as he walked to the counter and paid for their drinks and food. One of the downs on traveling with Dean was they were barely separated and sometimes when they got a motel he was almost tempted to ask for a separate room. Sam loved his brother but sometimes he felt like they were together too often, especially when Dean was getting on his nerves like he was lately.

Dean continued to complain as they got into Dean's black Chevy Impala. Sam got in and closed the door; he looked over at his brother who frowned and dug around in the glove compartment.

Sam hid his grin as Dean started to go into a panic, "Dude – where are my tapes?" He asked referring to mostly Metallica, AC/DC and Guns' and Roses'. Sam looked over and a small smiled made its way on his lips, "I don't know Dean, maybe they went to the old tape castle in the sky." Sam teased.

Dean looked panicked, "Dude, don't joke about that." Dean said smacking Sam's shoulder. Sam laughed and knew this was going to be an interesting ride; he was also slightly amused because all Dean had to do was look under the driver's seat to find the tapes, but he wasn't going to tell Dean that…at least not yet.