Chapter 2:

Fay grabbed her voice recorder from her bag. She had been sat in her car for half an hour plucking up the courage to go into the house, 'Ok come on girl you can do this. Just go into the hall check the lower levels make up the rest it's simple.'

She grabbed her torch and checked the batteries. 'Ok I'm ready.' Getting out of her car the wind blew and the leaves rustled behind her and she jumped, 'Crap! Pull yourself together.

There are no such things as ghosts.' She took a deep breath and headed for the porch.


'Do we have everything?' Sam asked as he grabbed some more cartridge shells from the trunk.

'Yeah Sam we are good to go.' Dean looked up at the house. Like all the homes in the surrounding area it had a large porch area and standard windows but this one seemed darker and more uninviting. 'Just for once I would love to see a welcoming house.' Sam laughed.

As Dean walked up the steps he noticed that the door was ajar. 'You know I dunno about you Sammy but I would think that the door should be closed am I right?'

Sam nodded. 'Ok well let's take a look.' Heading in first he slowly passed through the door.

They headed into the hall Sam whispered, 'Crap!' Dean flicked the flashlight back at him.

'What?' Sam held up the flashlight. It wasn't working, 'I told you to get fresh batteries.' Sam sighed.

'I'll be right back.' Dean nodded and carried on further into the house.

Just as he stepped outside the door it slammed behind him, 'DEAN!' He thumped the door loudly.

'SAM! I can't open the door looks like the son of a bitch doesn't want me to leave.' He slammed the door with his fist, 'Go find the grave marker and I'll just keep my eyes peeled.'

He heard Sam agree so he wandered further into the building. The emf reader went crazy. 'God the freaks are out early tonight.'


Fay jumped the banging at the front door made her drop her flashlight. 'Crap!' Scrambling on the floor it flickered then went out and flickered on again. She picked it up and clicked it on again.

'Bloody thing.' She turned to go back the way she had come and instantly froze.

A shadow stood at the end of the long landing began to move forward towards her. Running in the opposite direction she slipped and whacked her head against the wall.

Sliding to the ground she winced slowly picking herself up she stared at the figure in front of her.

The blood she saw on the machete hovering in front of her eyes made her start as she turned and fled.

Clattering down the stairs she ran held long into a solid body at the body. She began to wave her arms around as the body grasped her arms pinning them to her sides.

'Calm down.' She felt her body tense then relax and she opened her eyes. She kind of recognised the voice asking her if she was ok but the hall was dark or was it the fact that her vision was blurred she couldn't tell, 'You ok?'

Nodding she winced as her head throbbed closing her eyes she opened them again. The guy was tall with spiky hair wearing a blue jacket black t shirt and a green shirt over the top and jeans. She instantly recognised him as the guy she had met the night before in a bar. His name was Dean.

'You!' She stepped back away from him and he smiled, 'I met you last night.' He nodded and smirked remembering how they met.

'My name's Dean and your Fay right?' Nodding again she immediately regretted it and she hissed at the sharp pain from her head that caused her to jolt. 'Let me have a look at that.'

She felt his soft touch against her forehead and the sparks of electricity that she shot through her body as she remembered the night before.