Dead Memories

May 16th, 2002, Minnesota

Seventeen year old Dakota Sullivan sat on the couch in the crappy motel room, beside her little sister Arizona. She glared at the TV, waiting for her older siblings and their friend to come back from researching about a haunted house.

Dakota was old enough to help with every hunt, not only the easy ones, no matter what her older siblings thought, she was ready to hunt, damn, she had been practicing in the ways of hunting for thirteen years.

Arizona could handle herself at home, but, no, Texas and Louisiana thought that Dakota should be babysitting. Dakota growled, making Arizona look at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing." Dakota answered and sighed deeply.

"You want to hunt, huh?"

"Yeah. I mean, damn, I'm old enough. You're old enough to stay alone. They even let Rose hunt with them, and she's only been with us for seven months."

Just then the two girls heard the Chevy Nova parking outside the room. Soon their two older siblings and their brother's girlfriend walked inside the room.

Texas Sullivan was 21 years old, tall and muscular, with short, blonde hair, blue eyes and tanned skin. He was wearing a pair of blue, beat up jeans, a pair of broken, dirty, white sneakers and a black Metallica t-shirt.

Louisiana Sullivan was Texas' twin sister. She was pretty short, slim, but curvy, with long, sun-bleached, curly, blonde hair, blue eyes and tanned skin. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, a pair of black converse and a white tank top.

Rose Wilson was Texas' girlfriend. She was tall and slender, with long, wavy, brown hair and big, brown eyes. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white tank top with a green shirt over it, obviously Texas' shirt, and a pair of black sneakers.

The three of them looked at the two younger sisters and started to pull out guns from their bags.

"Well?" Dakota asked.

Texas looked up at her and wrinkled his nose.

"I don't know. Maybe you should stay behind this time as well, Ota. Rose will stay behind."

"But, Tex!" Dakota whined.

"No. It's too dangerous for someone without any experience." Lou said calmly without taking her eyes from the guns.

"Oh, come on. I have experience, you've let me hunt since I was twelve, I think I can handle cases that are a little harder. Even Zona thinks that she can stay alone."

Texas and Louisiana looked at each other. Lou sighed and nodded. Texas looked at Dakota, who was smiling really big.

"Okay, but, you have to listen to everything we say."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thanks!"

"Zona, you think you'll be okay?" Lou asked.

" Yeah, I'll salt the exits when you leave. And I'll have Rose here."

"Okay, change, Ota. We're leaving in fifteen minutes." Texas said, making Dakota skip over to the bathroom.

Dakota changed from her pj's into a pair of snug, black jeans, a black, tight, AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of black converse, and then she walked out of the bathroom. Texas and Louisiana glanced over at her and Louisiana continued packing the right guns.

"Okay, so the ghosts are Richard and Peter Hopper. Their bodies were never found, so we believe that they are inside the house somewhere. We're going to search for a secret room. We won't split up, and if we get separated and get alone we'll go outside the house and wait for the others. No one walks around alone inside the house." Texas told Dakota, who nodded.

"I've done this before, Tex. I'll be fine." Dakota said and grabbed one of the shotguns and loaded it with rock salt.

"Yeah, you've done easy missions, nothing like this." Louisiana said and glanced over at Dakota, "This are really vengeful spirits, they have killed a lot of people. If we notice that you don't do a good job, we'll throw you out. Got it?"

"Yeah, Lou. I got it." Dakota muttered and rolled her eyes towards Arizona, who giggled.

Louisiana stood up and looked hard at Dakota.

"This isn't the usual fun game. This is an actual murderous spirit, and not only one, but two. I personally don't think that you're ready, but I'm sick and tired of your nagging."

"Easy now, girls." Texas said with a laugh, "Lou, I think it's time to let Dakota help us more. And Ota, don't take this too lightly. It's really dangerous. Oh, and Zona, you know who to call if we don't show up after 24 hours."

"Yeah, Bobby."

"Good. Okay, let's head out."

The three siblings got to the haunted house half an hour later. They got out of the car and took out all their weapons. Dakota loaded her shotgun and felt inside her pockets, to make sure she had enough rock salt. She looked at the twins and saw them doing the same, and then they started to walk towards the house.

Dakota could practically hear her own heart beating in anticipation. She loved hunting, it was the greatest rush a girl could have, even better than sex. Texas picked the lock and then the three of them walked inside. Dakota started to walk quickly, looking around, trying to see the ghosts so that she could blow them away.

"Dakota!" she didn't hear her brother calling after her in a hushed tone, she just kept going.

"I knew it." Louisiana said through clenched teeth, "She's way too young and rushed."

"We were only sixteen when we started. We were rushed then, we never thought about what we did, we just did it." Texas said, even though he was annoyed that his little sister didn't listen at him.

"That stupid…" Louisiana muttered, "We shouldn't have brought her."

"Give her a shot. She won't learn if we never bring her."

"Tex, we can't bring her if she won't listen to us." Louisiana snapped, trying to find the secret room.

"Come on, Lou. Don't be so harsh."

"Harsh!? We told her that she wouldn't run off. We told her that we would stick together. Did she listen? No!"

"I can't believe you." Tex said, slamming down his gun on the floor, glaring at Louisiana, "Whenever we do something wrong you don't say a word about it, but as soon as Dakota or Arizona do something the complaining never stops. Please, Lou, explain that for me."

"We are the ones that should protect them, Tex. We shouldn't let them do anything dangerous until they are ready. I don't want them to die, God damnit!"

"If that's the case you should teach them more instead of just pointing out their flaws!"

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck…!"

Louisiana screamed as Texas chest was pierced by a sword that had been hanging on the wall.

"Tex!" she screamed and ran up to her twin brother who lay down on the floor, bleeding to death, "Oh, my God. Tex, please, please, don't die. Please!"

Louisiana heard a scraping sound and slowly looked up with tear-filled eyes, only to see the ghosts smirking at her. She sobbed and hugged Texas' body closer to her, not even thinking about the shotguns that laid beside her.

She screamed as one of the ghosts pushed his hand in her chest and squeezed her heart. Suddenly the ghosts disappeared in a light of blue. Dakota came inside the room, smiling like a maniac until she saw Texas dead body.

"Oh, my God." she said quietly, "Oh, no."