HOLY CRAP GUYS!
SIXTY-SIX VIEWS ALREADY?!
I just posted this story yesterday :3
You guys make me so happy!
*Ahem* Now that I have finished jumping up and down in my chair from excitement (my butt hurts now), here's another chapter!
Disclaimer: …I like trains.
"OW! Shoot-aw, damn-SON OF A-!"
All those words emanate from your mouth as the ghost hurls you into a wall. Adrenaline pumping through your veins, you grab your rock salt gun and try to keep the ghost preoccupied as Dean and Sam burn the remains. You fired at the ghost's head, but it disappeared and reappeared behind you seconds later.
Why you were always stuck with the tough jobs, you have no clue.
The ghost yanks at your ear, trying to drag you down into the basement. "You've been a very bad girl," says the ghost of the old school teacher. You struggle against her iron grip.
"I'm pretty sure you've been worse," you say as you shoot the ghost in the side. She vanishes again, leaving you turning slowly in circles, your index finger resting on the trigger of your gun.
"Gotcha!" The ghost grabs your hair and yanks it, causing you to gasp in pain. She starts making her way toward the basement to kill you, just like she had done with all the other girls.
Yes, leaving a girl to distract a psychotic ghost who killed girls was a great idea, Dean.
You twist, ignoring the sharp pain in your scalp as you shoot at the ghost again. You miss by only a few inches. The ghost starts walking down the stairs and you drop your gun, gripping onto the doorframe.
"Come along, dearie," says the ghost. "It's for your own good!" You groan as the ghost tugs on your hair.
Then, your hair drops to your back. You spin around, watching as the ghost burns. "About damn time," you huff, bending down to pick up your gun. You march to the door and meet Sam and Dean on the sidewalk in front of the old schoolhouse. You narrow your eyes at them. "What took you so long?" you ask.
"Do you know how hard it is to find an unmarked grave with a book on it in the middle of the night?" asks Dean. You sigh and make your way toward the Impala, only to be interrupted by a sharp pain in your ankle.
"Ow," you say as you fall to the ground. You pull up your jeans and roll down you socks. Your ankle is red and slightly purple; you twisted it, most likely when the ghost threw you against the wall.
Sam bends down and presses his fingers lightly on your ankle; you inhale a sharp breath but remain silent. Sam looks at you and then to Dean. Dean sighs and bends down. You smile and climb onto his back, pumping a fist into the air.
"Onward, my noble steed!"
"Shut up or I'll buck you off."
You like it? Not my best, but I've been dying to do one like this.
I might post another chapter tonight…I dunno. If I find the inspiration I will. I have to get those plot bunnies out!
Because last night I was almost asleep and had a really good idea. I was about to write it on my hand, but I decided against it and forgot all about it.
It was gonna be really good, too ):
Review, please!