Disclaimer: Oh how i wish i was the creative genius behind Supernatural, but I'm not and so i dont own anyone but the people i made up...

Ok, this is my first attempt at fan fic so it could be a bit dodgy.

Five girls sat in a circle playing truth or dare, and although the game had been fun to begin with, the girls were running out of ideas.

"Your turn Kim, truth or dare?"

"Hmmm…dare."

"Ok, I dare you…to…"

"I am not kissing your brother again, Taylor!"

"Ok then." Taylor grinned, as an idea came to her. "You know that creepy statue woman in the cemetery?"

Kim nodded.

"I dare you to sit on the statue…on her lap…all night."

Kim gave a nervous laugh.

"You're not serious. I'm not going into the cemetery! It's nearly midnight."

Taylor smirked. "You picked dare. You can't back out; besides, it's only a couple of hours 'til dawn. We'll even walk you there and give you a torch."

Kim glanced around at her friends.

"Ok, I'll do it."

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Up at the cemetery it was dark—the kind of darkness that could swallow a person up. Not even the brightness from the torch cut through the blackness that enveloped the cemetery.

"Well…see you in the morning." Taylor handed Kim a torch. "We'll be back in a few hours."

Kim took one last look at her friends, and then stepped through the large, imposing gates of the cemetery. She made her way slowly through the abyss. The torch did little to illuminate the area in front of her.

Tripping and cursing, Kim stumbled to the centre of the graveyard. There it stood—the statues arms were reaching out to the night, as Kim climbed carefully into the stone woman's lap. Unnerved by the silence, and already bored, Kim hummed, hoping to take her mind off things.

She suddenly stopped. Did she hear something? Stop it, Kim thought, "...it's nothing." She said the last bit out loud, hoping that if she voiced it, then maybe it would make it true. It also helped to break the silence.

"It's nothing. It's nothing. It's nothing."

Over and over Kim's mantra was spoken to keep the panic at bay. She glanced at her watch—it was nearly midnight.

Kim stood up to take a look around. Once again, the darkness prevented her from seeing much.

A rustling noise reverberated behind her! Kim turned around. There was nothing, save the stupid statue. An eerie red glow penetrated the darkness. Kim looked up.

The statues eyes were glowing!

Kim tried to climb off of the statue, but couldn't. The long arms were no longer reaching for the sky—they were reaching for her! They had somehow managed to surround her.

Kim let out a blood-chilling scream.

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"Ok, here's one." Sam clicked a button on the laptop. "Yesterday morning, Kim Johnson was found dead, sitting upright on the statue of 'Black Agnes'."

"Oh, spooky," joked Dean.

Sam glared at Dean, and then continued.

"The victim, it seems, was strangled…" Sam scrolled down the page. "Look at this, it's the third death of this kind in ten years. Think we've got something?"

Dean read the article over Sam's shoulder.

"Victim appears to have been strangled with strange bruises and markings found on body…" He glanced at the name of the town. "That's not far from here. We'll check it out."

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"Can I help you?" Taylor asked, addressing the two men on her doorstep.

"Yes, my name is Wayne King, and this is my partner Dorian. We're writing an article on the unusual circumstances of Miss Johnson's death."

Taylor's face clouded over.

"Of course, we could come back later if you would prefer," the man named Dorian suggested.

Taylor looked from one face to the other. "No, it's ok. Come in."

Taylor showed Sam and Dean into the lounge room, and motioned for them to sit.

"So, what was Kim like? We just need some background information," Sam asked.

"Well, Kim is—was, Kim. She was my best friend. She was kind and friendly and…she's dead!"

"Why did she go up to the cemetery?" Sam asked.

Taylor took in a shuddering breath. "It was my party; we were playing 'Truth or dare'. I dared her to sit on the statue. I never believed the rumours that it was haunted. I was only a kid when the last person died. The cops don't believe that the statue killed her. They say there's a mad man up at the cemetery. And I made her go there."

"It was not your fault." Sam tried to comfort her.

Taylor glared at him. "Yes, it was. I was the one who dared her to go the cemetery, to sit on the statue. I'm so stupid!" Taylor brought her fist down hard on the arm of the chair. "She did believe the rumours, and I thought it would be funny to scare her. We always play tricks like that. Look…I don't want to talk anymore. Do you mind? Please, can you leave?" She got up and showed Sam and Dean to the door.

"I say we go check this statue out," Dean said, as they turned to walk back to the car. "Get an idea of the layout; see what we're up against."

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"That, dude, is fugly!" Dean glared at the statue, then turned, and laughed at Sam.

Sam grinned. "Last time you called something 'fugly', you were left as scarecrow feed."

Dean laughed again. "Well, it was fugly."

He walked over to the statue. "Who do you belong to…? Maria Ferguson." Dean paused, and then turned to Sam. "I think we should start by checking her out. I'll ask around town." Dean smirked. "Geek Boy can do some research on the net. We'll meet back at the hotel in a couple of hours."

well...i hope you enjoyed the first chapter, more to come soon!!!

Hayles