I Never Meant You Harm - Chapter One

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Spencer, N.C.

"Come on Jacob, let's go!" A young girl of thirteen urged bouncing on the balls of her feet, as she pulled at the sleeve of her friend Jacob's shirt.

Jacob looked hesitantly between the girl, and the old Porter's house behind her. "You sure about this Casey?"

The house behind them was an old two story one, and had been abandoned. No one had lived in it for years.

Casey stopped tugging, and placed her hands on her hips. "Jacob," She huffed. "Today is your thirteenth birthday, and it is tradition."

Jacob crossed his arms, and glared harshly at Casey. "Okay," Casey said flinging her arms up in defeat. "It isn't an actual tradition, yet, but you still have to do it." A wide grin spread across her face, as she peered behind him.

"I don't have to do anything," Jacob started, but was cut off as hands grabbed at him from behind.

"Yes you do," Mike said into Jacob's ear.

"Yup," Mark, Mike's twin, added.

The two boys, both friends, pulled a struggling Jacob up to the front steps of the house keeping firm grips on his arms. It was past midnight, and the moon was high in the sky casting unearthly shadows across the dirty windows of the old house.

"Come on guys," Jacob pleaded. "I really don't think this is a good idea."

"You never think it's a good idea," Casey answered. "You are such a dweeb sometimes Jacob."

"A dweeb," Mark chimed. "A big dweeb," Mike added.

"Okay," Jacob shouted, pulling free from his friends. "I'll do it."

"Yes!"

"Alright!"

"Awesome!"

"How long do I have to stay inside?" Jacob asked.

"One hour," Casey said, holding up her middle finger.

"Oh that is so mature Casey," Jacob grounded. "One hour, and that's it." He asked.

"That's it," supplied Mike and Mark at the same time.

"Alright," Jacob said turning to his friends. "I guess I'll see you in an hour." With that Jacob turned, climbed the stairs, and walked inside. The door slammed shut behind him.

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"Hey Sam," Dean yelled through the wood. "Did you fall in?"

The bathroom door opened to reveal a disgruntled Sam. "What the hell," Sam asked.

"You've been in there for over twenty minutes," Dean answered. "I just thought you might have fell in or something." Dean gave Sam his best 'I love messing with you', grin.

Sam rolled his eyes, and pushed past Dean. Sitting down at the small wobbly table, he picked up the paper scanning the articles. Dean shrugged his shoulders, and entered the now unoccupied bathroom.

"So, what did you find?" Sam asked.

"Look on the third page, just below the dog food ad." Came Deans reply from the bathroom.

Sam flipped to said page, and began reading the article.

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FOUR KIDS CLAIM HOUSE IS HAUNTED

Yesterday, at around midnight, four kids were found yelling in the middle of Carter Street. The police officer who found them, as he was making his rounds, said the children were 'jumping, yelling, and pointing at an old abandoned house'.

The children, who identities will be protected, claimed to have been witness to a ghost. The old abandoned house, usually referred to as 'the old Porter's house', was the scene of the disturbance.

The police officer stated none of the children were hurt, and dismissed it as a prank...

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As Dean exited the bathroom, Sam had finished reading the article. "So," Sam started. "A ghost?"

"I don't know," Dean admitted. "The paper doesn't give many details. Worth checking out though."

"Yeah," Sam agreed, as he folded the paper. "So, Spencer then?"

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"Just admit it Dean," Sam pleaded with his brother.

"I will not admit it, because it isn't true," Dean spat back.

Sam folded his arms against his chest, and leaned back against the seat of the impala. Arguing with his brother at this point would be, well pointless.

"Hey Sam," Dean said, breaking Sam from his thoughts.

"Yeah Dean."

"I think we're lost."

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"Is this the right place," Dean asked Sam, as they pulled in front of a yellow two story house.

The house sat away from the road, and had a white fence in need of repair. The large yard was littered with bikes, toys, and a water hose.

"Yeah this is the house," Sam answered looking at the napkin, and then at the address printed on the mailbox. "Do you need directions to the front door," Sam quipped, trying desperately to keep from laughing.

"Shut up dude," Dean grounded out. It wasn't his fault he didn't see the large sign saying welcome to Spencer, and the gas station attendant didn't have to laugh in his face either. Of course the bloody nose he gave the obnoxious teen was worth the embarrassment.

"Come on Dean," Sam broke into his thoughts. "Let's not stand here like idiots.

Dean and Sam made their way through the obstacle of toys and bikes, finally reaching the green painted door. Sam rang the doorbell, as Dean straightened his jacket.

The door opened to a young boy, with blond hair. "Can I help you," he asked, as he eyed the two suspiciously.

"Hi," Sam spoke up first. "My name's Sam, and this is my brother Dean. We're looking for either Mike or Mark Owens."

"Why," the boy asked rudely.

"We're doing research," Dean said taking the lead. "We heard about a supposed haunted house near here."

"What do you want to know about the old Porter's house for," this time the boy looked intrigues, and curious at the mention of the house.

"My brother and I are writing a book on haunted houses," Sam supplied.

"That's right, and we heard that Mark or Mike might know something about the old Porter's house." Dean gave the kid on of his best 'you can trust me' grin.

"Mark," the boy yelled over his shoulder into the house. "I'm Mike," the boy said turning back to face the brothers. "Mark's my brother."

"What do you want," Mark Owen's said as he approached the three.

It was then Mark eyed the two strangers. Dean and Sam stared at the identical boys.

"We're twins," Mike supplied.

"I think they can see that," Mark said to his brother.

"Who are you and what the hell do you want," Mark questioned.

"They want to know about how the old Porter's house is haunted," Mike answered for them. "Their writing a book on haunted houses."

Sam and Dean watched, as the same curious and intrigued look crossed across Mark's face at the mention of the house.

Mark looked at Mike, and the two stared at each other. It looked as if they were talking with their eyes. Finally Mark turned back to Dean and Sam, "Okay, what do you want to know?"

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