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Chapter Two: You Look Familiar

Emmy awoke in a cold sweat. Aubrey turned down the radio and asked, "Another nightmare?"

She nodded.

"What was it this time?"

"The same house burning down with those little boys running outside," said Emmy shielding her eyes from the burning sun.

"Anything new?"

"No, but I think I know who they are," she said. "I can't put my finger on it though."

"I've got a question," Aubrey said switching lanes. "How come you wanted to rush out of Mesa so quickly this morning?"

"No reason."

"Bull shit," laughed Aubrey. "Now tell me."

Emmy sighed. "While you were gone running, they came to our door."

"Who came to our door?"

"Those boys."

"And what did they want?"

"I don't know. I didn't open the door."

"Em! Why didn't you?"

"I had a feeling that something bad would happen if I did," she said shrugging. "Plus I didn't wanna see that one guy again. I'm sick of having three visions in the span of five minutes."

"Maybe there's a reason why you were having visions of him. Maybe we were supposed to help him, and now we can't cause you didn't open the door," argued Aubrey.

"Don't get all mad at me," retorted Emmy cracking the window slightly. It had suddenly become incredibly hot. She scraped her long auburn hair up into a high pony tail. She twirled the tail absentmindedly.

"I'm just saying. You should have opened the door."

"Well, I'll remember that for next time."

A couple minutes of silence passed before either one spoke again. "How much longer?" asked Emmy.

"An hour," answered Aubrey. "Have you looked up anything about this town?"

Emmy stretched her arms. "Ah, a little bit. It's an old ghost town. They reopened it a year ago."

"Hm, I love ghost towns. They are my favorites. All those spirits circling around and people think they are pretend. Makes me laugh," laughed Aubrey.

Emmy looked at her older sister with an expression of confusion on her face.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said rolling her eyes. "So, I guess that there were a couple deaths while it was being renovated."

"Anything out of the ordinary?"

"Nothing really," Emmy said eyeing the computer screen, "except that a worker fell from a ladder in the lobby and died. His head was found twenty feet away from him."

"Okay, so that's only a little weird," said Aubrey lightly. "Let's check out this Hotel then."

"Are we there yet?" complained the younger sister.

"About ten minutes shorter than the last time I told you," commented Aubrey.

"Argh, I hate long drives," moaned Emmy. She pulled her feet up to her chest, resting her head against her knees. She closed her baby blue eyes trying to relax. Images of her last vision awakened her senses. Before she knew it, she was dreaming.

A dark haired woman stood in front of a mirror. She turned around sharply as if she heard something from behind her. She went back to brushing her teeth. Out of nowhere a hand appeared over the woman's throat. The toothbrush dropped from her hand and clanked to the floor. The woman's hands tried to pry off the predator. The thing behind her released her and threw her to the ground roughly. She scampered away into the next room. She ran to the door yelling for someone. The figure glided over to her and grabbed her once again. It pushed her up against the radiator and laid her over it. In a minute the woman fell limp. It leaned over her.

"Emmy, wake up!" Aubrey said shaking her slightly.

"Ah!" she screamed as she woke. A headache immediately formed in her head.

"Another nightmare?"

Emmy nodded. "It was weird."

"Care to explain."

"I don't really know. There was this girl in front of a mirror. And this thing grabbed her throat and threw her on a radiator."

"Did you see what grabbed her?"

"Nope."

"We're almost there," announced Aubrey. "How about we grab some dinner and start this investigation tomorrow?"

"Why can't we start tonight?"

"You need your rest Em." She suddenly felt the weight of the vision fall on her. Visions always have that effect on her.

"Alright. First thing in the morning though."

Sam took the rust colored coffee from the hands of a waitress in a nearby diner. Dean watched her walk away with a smile on his face.

"Focus," snapped Sam.

Dean frowned at his brother. "I'm focused. What are we doing?"

The taller brother rolled his eyes. "We are going to the Hotel today to see if we can find anything about the deaths."

"Oh, I just love hotels," Dean said extracting himself from the diner booth. "Let's go Francis. Take your mocha latte with you."

"Bite me," mumbled Sam.

After their quick breakfast and Dean's excessive flirting with the waitress, they arrived at Goldfield Hotel.

"Oh, big scary hotel," Dean mused, peering up at the four story building.

Sam rolled his eyes at him. The building looked much newer than anything else in this deserted town, but it still wasn't a spectacular piece of architecture. Rather than looking like a hotel, it gave off an apartment vibe. Dean drove around back and parked in the small lot.

"Let's get this over with," he said, pulling open the door.

"Good morning," an elderly lady said immediately as they walked through the door. "Are you in need of a room?"

"Yes, do you by chance have a room with two queens?"

She glanced between the two brothers, a glance that they were extremely used to by now.

"We're brothers," Sam insisted without missing a beat.

She nodded while saying, "Room 209 is vacant. You can take the elevator; it's at the end of the hall."

Dean grabbed the keys out of the lady's weathered hand. "Is it just me or do you get the feeling were going to find only one bed in our room?"

Sam ignored his brother, taking in the hotel. "This place is beautiful," he whispered. Although the outside didn't do the hotel any justice, the inside looked as every bit restored to how it must have once looked. Stepping into the hotel was almost as if stepping back a couple centuries ago.

"Come on Sammy, let's get rid of our stuff and walk through this place," Dean instructed.

While Dean led the way to the room Sam kept his eyes out for anything that might look out of place in the hotel. He couldn't find anything that really stuck out. He thought the place was beautiful though. He was taken aback by its preserved beauty.

Back in the hallway, Dean extracted a small beat up walkman. Once it clicked on, the EMF reader whirred to life. The brothers shared a quizzical look.

"That is one hell of a ghost," said Dean, examining the reading more closely.

"That can't be just one," said Sam. "It's too powerful."

"Multiple spirits?" Dean suggested. "Or maybe it's just one really pissed off ghost. Okay, here's the plan. I'm gonna scope out the entire hotel, while you go talk to Mrs. Perverted-ness."

"Why do I have to talk to her?"

"Because you're a good people person," he said offhandedly, waving Sam away.

Sam gave him an odd look.

"Just go!"

Sam held his hands up in defeat. "Meet in the room in an hour?"

"Good enough for me."

Sam parted from Dean, taking the hallway back into the lobby. The hotel was absolutely beautiful, but he couldn't help but feel that there wasn't something right about the place. He walked along the hall noticing pictures of every shape and color hung on the wall. A good amount of the pictures were still in black and white. One certain picture caught Sam's eye.

The picture in question took up nearly the whole length of the wall. A beautiful girl smiled out to the camera. She was dressed in a white gown and her dark hair billowed out behind her, as if a breeze had come through. The girl couldn't be older than sixteen or seventeen.

Sam looked around to see if no one was watching, then gently took the picture off its hanger and flipped it over. Elizabeth 1932 was written across the back in a sprawled writing. He put the picture back in its spot and continued.

Towards the end of the wall pictures began to turn colorful. Sam stopped at the very last one of four people: an elderly lady, he noted, was the lady he met at the desk, an elderly man, a young woman, and a little girl. The woman looked to be in her late twenties. She had bright blond hair and blue eyes that would make any person stop in their tracks. The look on her face drew Sam closer to examine the picture. She held a frown on her beautiful face; her attention seemed to be directed to something off camera. Her eyes were focused off to the side seeming a little bit wary. The little girl had a sweet face, but definitely did not inherit her mother's looks. She had dark brown hair and bright green eyes. Sam also noted that the elderly man looked down at the woman with a most shameful, almost hateful, look. He took out a small digital camera and captured the picture before anyone else could walk by.

The rest of the hallway held nothing of interest to him, or rather there was nothing else out of the ordinary that caught his eye. Soon, he found his way back to the main desk only to be interrupted by the voices at the desk. He peeked around the corner to investigate the new guests.

Two girls stood in front of the desk, talking rapidly to the old lady. The girl with jet black hair exceeded her friend in height by a good two inches or so. She looked vaguely familiar to Sam. The shorter girl, who had a head full of dark auburn curls, was the one talking to the old lady. The pair took their key proceeded to walk right passed Sam, who went unnoticed by either girl. As the girls rounded another corner, he casually sauntered up to the desk.

The old lady looked up at him with bright green eyes. This startled him. "Do you have a minute? I would love to talk to you about the history of the hotel."

She nodded, slowly rising from her chair. She moved slowly to a room behind the counter and shouted something to someone back there. "Would you like to take a walk?" she asked in a tired voice.

Sam lent his arm to the old lady. She led him out a door that opened up to a small garden and playground. A young boy and girl ran after each other around the wooden toys.

"Are they staying here with someone?" Sam asked, taking note that no adults were outside to watch them.

"They live here. They are my daughter's kids," the old lady said, waving to her grandchildren.

"I'm Sam," he offered, feeling very bad for not asking the woman's name.

"Mona Wingfield."

"Wingfield," Sam pondered. "Where have I heard that name before?"

"George Wingfield, he built this hotel in 1908. He's my late father."

"I'm sorry," Sam said before he could stop himself.

"He died while I was a baby, I don't remember him at all." Mona brought a wrinkled hand up to her face and brushed back her airy white hair. "Both my parents died when I was just a baby. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about that."

Sam chuckled. "How long have you worked here at the hotel?"

"Forever," she said grimly. "I was born here, and I will die here."

"How has the hotel been over the years?"

"It's had its better days. In the beginning years, before I was born to be exact, it was booming. The city had never seen a hotel of such grand size and fortune. All the tourists stayed at the Goldfield, it was the highlight of their trip out west. During World War II it housed many soldiers from the Army Air Corp. After the last of the soldiers were gone from the hotel, it finally shut down in 1945. I lived in the hotel through the years it was closed. I let some people stay in if they were in dyer need of a place to stay. Otherwise the hotel hadn't had any real guests until about ten years ago. The contractors and town finally gave us the "okay" to remodel and rebuild our once prized hotel. The builders finally finished working this past year."

"Have there been any weird deaths in the hotel?"

Mona eyed Sam. "It has its ghosts. I think when I was about sixteen; there was a woman who hung herself in one of the rooms. A couple years after that, some man jumped off the building. Not too long after that the closed the hotel."

"So you've seen a lot of things go through this hotel?"

"Too many too count."

They were sitting on a bench now, watching the two children continue to chase each other. Mona smiled at some distant memory. The little girl looked over to us and waved brightly.

"Grandma!" the little girl shouted. She ran over to her throwing her arms around the frail grandmother. The girl turned her eyes on him, and the sudden brightness of green shocked him. Just like her grandmother's eyes. "Who are you?"

Sam laughed softly. Mona scolded the girl. "Where are your manners Elizabeth?"

"Who are you please?" Elizabeth tried.

The girl made Sam laugh even more. Mona sighed. "Elizabeth, this is Sam. He is staying at the hotel for a couple days."

"Hi Sam, I'm Elizabeth," she said happily. "Do you want to play tag?"

"Not right now, how about later," Sam told the bouncing girl. Her dark curls flew everywhere as she sprinted back to her brother.

"She's cute," Sam told Mona.

"She's a handful," sighed Mona. "I love her like my own daughter though. Ever since her mother stopped "taking care" of her, she's been mostly my responsibility."

"What do you mean?" Sam pried.

"My daughter, Laura, has always been different," she said searching for the right word to say. "When she was born, she barely ever cried, barely ate. We all thought there was some medical thing wrong with her, but when we took her to the doctors they insisted that she was as healthy as any other baby. She got older, and still she rarely ever spoke a word."

"When she became a teenager she began to talk more than she used too. We were very thankful for her to get to school and hopefully make some friends. Friends never came around though. She was always alone pouring over books about witches and spells. To this day she sits up in her room and reads those books, all day.

"A couple years back she came up to me and said 'there's something in this hotel'. Of course there is, all towns have their ghosts! But she told me once, that she talked to one of them. Now tell me if your child came up to you and says, 'Mom, I talked to Grandpa Wingfield last night.' How do you think you would handle that?"

Sam nodded interestedly.

"I told her it was just a dream, praying that she would see some sense in that. But a couple times a week I will see her sitting on the stairwell carrying on a conversation like someone was sitting next to her. I'm worried about her. My husband, Robert, won't even look at her. He is just too ashamed that his only daughter is crazy," she croaked.

"What about the little boy? Is he her son?" asked Sam, steering away from the daughter.

"Yes, she had him a year after Elizabeth was born. He's definitely not as lively as Elizabeth, but he will talk. We thought he was going to be just like Laura when he was younger. He wouldn't talk, cry, or even look at anyone when he was young. He would stare off into space and mumble."

"What's his name?"

"George, after his great grandfather, and Elizabeth is named after her great grandmother."

"Is that an odd coincidence, or is there a reason for that?"

"Laura claims that Grandpa, meaning my father, told her to name her children after them for some reason. She said that when he found out she was pregnant that he insisted that the children be named after them."

"Do you know the reason?"

"No, she hasn't told me. I should probably go check up on her."

"Okay. Thank you so much for talking to me."

"No problem at all, not many people are that interested with the history around this place. If you would like to know anything else, you know where to find me," she said standing.

"Thanks Mona," he said smiling.

She smiled and called to the children, "Elizabeth, George time for lunch."

Elizabeth jogged over to Mona with a big smile on her face. George walked leisurely over to Mona, making sure not to run too fast. As he passed Sam, his face turned into a glare. Sam was taken backed. He thought he saw a flash of yellow in his eyes, but in a second it was gone. The boy continued over to his grandmother's waiting hand. He glanced back at Sam with a cruel smile on his boyish face. He shook off the odd feeling it gave him.

"Never thought I'd see you again," an elegant voice floated to his ears.

"Aubrey?" wondered Sam, astonished to see the beautiful girl again. "What are you doing here?"

"My sister and I are stopping here for a couple days. It's a pit stop on our way to upstate California."

Sam nodded. He gestured to the vacant spot next to him. Aubrey gracefully placed herself in Mona's spot. Sam took the moment to stare at her. Today her hair was straightened to perfection and parted on the side. It flowed down her back, and stopped a little before her shoulder blades ended. The blackness of her hair shone in the bright sun. Her puzzling lime green eyes focused on his dull brown ones.

"What?" she asked, sounding flustered.

"Nothing, it's just weird to see you again so soon. It's definitely a good weird coincidence though," he said as an afterthought.

Her laugh made him smile. "Nice catch."

"I try." Was he flirting with this girl? That was normally Dean's point of expertise.

"What brings you out here?"

"Another pit stop on our way to nicer places. Dean, my brother, was getting tired of driving," he lied.

"Happens to the best of us," she said offhandedly. "I see you were making friendly with that old lady." Her eyes teased him.

"No, I was just talking to her," he stammered. "She told me about the hotel."

"Anything interesting?"

"Nothing I already didn't know."

She leaned close to him. Her breath stung his ear. "You are a horrible liar." With that she jumped out of her seat. "I'll see you later Sam."

Sam took a deep breath trying to relax his beating heart. There was something about her and he couldn't figure it out.

Dean started his assignment on the top floor of the hotel. The air up here felt damp, along with no traces of human life. He walked slowly passed all the rooms, EMF extended in front of him. At room 409, the EMF reader hummed to life, the reading wasn't as strong as it had been in the lobby. Dean glanced at the door. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about the door. All three numbers stood slightly askew. Besides that, there seemed to be no traces of blood and the scent of sulfur was not evident.

He tried to open the door. It was locked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a paperclip: always had to have one for moments like these. The door clicked open. A bed took up most of the room sitting in the middle. A layer of dust consumed the blankets. Tall oak dressers stood off to the side. His eyes spotted another door, off to the side. He moved across the creaky floor with ease and skill of a hunter. This door was unlocked.

In the closet, the EMF reader grew stronger. Dean examined the contents of the closet. A few old clothes were on some hangers, but nothing else looked out of place. He scaled the room again. Once again the EMF reader grew stronger as he passed the old, worn down radiator. He looked at it curiously. Nothing looked odd about it.

He left the room and went down to the third floor. This time the EMF reader roared to life as he passed Rooms 309, 315, and 324. Room 309 had the same readings from room 409. In room 315, the readings were stronger as he passed the window. He looked outside and noticed a small cross at the ground. He would check that out later.

Room 324 stumped him; there was still crime scene tape in the room. This room must have been fresh with evidence. He and Sam would check this room out again later. It barred off a section underneath the ceiling fan.

On the second floor, room 209 attracted the EMF. He walked back into their room and looked around. He ignored the bags that were thrown onto the floor. The room had the same readings as room 409 and 309. There was a pattern he noticed.

Back on the first floor, Dean saw a dark redheaded girl in a corner with what looked like his EMF reader. He drew closer to her. She glanced down at the box in her hands and frowned. She looked up and found him staring at her. She hastily pushed the thing into her bag. Dean saw her eyes. He could have recognized that striking baby blue anywhere.

"Emmy?" he breathed.

She heard him. Her head snapped back to him. "Dean?"

"Uh yeah," Dean said uncertainly, slightly afraid of the small girl. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same to you," she said shortly.

"My brother and I are road tripping. This is one of our stops."

"This is a weird place to stop."

"Why are you here?" he asked ignoring her statement.

"Same reason," she mumbled.

Dean plastered an arrogant smile to his face. "What were you just doing?"

She glared at him through her dark eyelashes. "Looking at a map. What the hell are you doing with that?" She indicated to the EMF reader.

"Uh, trying to find a good signal," he offered.

"Right."

"I'm still trying to find one. See you later."

"Yeah, see you," she said watching him walk away from her. She caught a smell of him as he walked by. She sighed, she had to hand it to him, he smelled delicious. She hated how he could make her feel entirely stupid with one statement of his. And that arrogant smile – she wished to smack that painstakingly adorable smile off his face.

Dean shook the peculiar feeling out of his head. There was no doubt; that girl was a feisty one. He passed room 109 and jumped. The EMF buzzed to life once again. This time the reader was stronger than ever. He tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. He attempted to pick the lock and it still wouldn't open. He pulled out his phone. It wouldn't turn on. He moved out to the lobby and spotted Sam walking in through the door. They met by the main staircase. The EMF hummed again.

"Did you get a lot of readings?" Sam asked.

"Yeah a ton. This place is just crawling with freaks. What did you get?"

"A lot."

"I've got to talk to you!" the sisters said at the exact same time. Both their expressions reading that of discovery.