"Sleep well?" Dean smirked when Sam and I entered the house the following morning.

"Just fine, thanks for asking," I smiled.

"Just fine? Hmm.. I guess Sammy's gonna have to step up his game."

I felt Sam twitch slightly, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation. "Uh, Dean, you do realize you are talking about your baby brother having sex, right?"

His eyes grew wide, "Ew, thanks for the mental image!"

"You're welcome!" I beamed and skipped off to the kitchen.

I rummaged through the kitchen in search for an apple, but ended up settling for a mushy bowl of stale cereal. I walked back into the living room, where Sam was researching Crossroad Demons and Dean was looking for another hunt, and plopped down on the couch. I continued to eat my cereal while I observed the brothers.

"Can we help you with something?" Dean asked, peaking up at me.

"Nope," I said with my mouth full, making sure to pop the 'p' at the end.

"Hey, Luce, your phone was ringing but I didn't get to it in time. Whoever it was left a message," Bobby said, carrying my phone in one hand and a half-asleep Selena in the other.

"Uh, thanks." I took the phone from Bobby before excusing myself to the kitchen to dispose of my bowl and check the message.

"Um, hi, my name is Maria Ringer. I was given your number a couple weeks ago by a friend, I think she said your name was Amelia Jones, I really hope that's right. Anyway, she said you helped her once with an, uh, unusual problem. Well, I've been having a strange problem for a while now and I've gone to the police but they don't believe me when I tell them my story. So, I was hoping you could call me back so I could explain myself a little better and, hopefully, get your help. So, uh, thanks Amelia."

I ran a quick memory check of all the cases I've been on under the name Amelia Jones.

"Hello, Earth to Luce, come in Luce." Sam smiled, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Huh, what?"

"You were completely gone. I came in here and started talking to you. You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just found us a new case."

"Okay? Where at?"

"North Carolina, I think."


"Are you sure this is the right address?" Dean asked, for the third time, as we made our way to the front door.

"Yes, Dean. I just spoke with her last night. I am absolutely positive that this is the right address."

"Huh, this Maria chick must be loaded," he whistled, starting up at the mansion.

"Apparently," I sighed, a wave a nausea washing over me.

I knocked on the door, and we waited in silence for an answer.

"Yes?" A woman asked, answering the door.

"Hi, I'm Amelia Jones, I spoke with you on the phone last night." I stared at the woman, she looked vaguely familiar. "These are my partners, Frank and Joe." I introduced, trying to keep a straight face while naming them after the Hardy Boys.

"Of course," she smiled, ushering us in. "Wait a second, Luce? Luce Pignatti?"

"Excuse me?" I stared at her, panic slowly rising within me.

"We went to high school together! You probably remember me as Maria Parker. My brother, Alex, dated your sister. Oh, what was her name? Leila? Oh, yes, Leila Matilla!" She smiled at me, but all I could return was a dead stare. "Oh, you must remember! Liberty High School, in Liberty, Illinois."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Ringer, but I don't know what you're talking about." I shook of my terror and decided to play dumb and stick to my alias.

"Luce Pignatti?" A man, who I assumed to be Mr. Ringer, smiled at me as he entered the room. "It's me, Josh Ringer! You must remember going to school with Maria and I!"

"Honey," Maria pulled her husband to the side, "Either she doesn't remember, or it's not her."

"Wow," he turned back to me. "I'm sorry for the confusion, but you are the splitting image of the sister of an old friend of ours."

"People tend to confuse me with someone they used to know. I guess I just have one of those faces." I smiled. "So, Mr. and Mrs. Ringer, I understand that you believe the house is haunted."

"Oh, would you mind if we take this conversation to the living room?" Josh asked.

"Not at all," I nodded.

Once we were all seated and the Ringers had stopped offering refreshments, we finally got started on our interview.

"It's our son, Michael, he's been telling us about this, friend, which lives in the attic. We've gone up there, and haven't found anything. At first, we thought it was just an imaginary friend." Maria started.

"But then we started noticing the lights flickering, cold spots in the house, we'd hear footsteps or voices. Maria has a friend that's dealt with a ghost in her house before, and she recommended calling you. We didn't believe that that was what was happening here, but then Michael woke up one morning with scratches on his cheek."

"How many scratches?" Dean asked.

"Three." Maria answered.

"Oh my." I whispered to myself, not realizing I was loud enough to be heard.

"Is that bad?" Josh asked, fear prominent in his voice.

"Well, anytime a spirit scratches you is not good. But I was just worried about the large number of them; your son must have been in a lot of pain." I covered up my error.

"Oh, well, he was rather scared."

"Mom, Dad, who are they?" A young boy entered the room and pointed at Sam, Dean, and I with a blank stare on his face.

"Michael, they've come to help us with our problem." Maria said in a gentle voice.

"No!" Michael yelled, "They're just going to make her mad! Everything was fine until you two started asking questions! Now with them here, it's just going to get worse!"

"I can promise you that she's not going to bother you anymore. We can fix this." I said, trying to calm him down. "Michael, what time does she usually show up?"

"Anytime, really, but she always visits me at 3 o'clock in the morning."

"Interesting." I nodded my head and glanced at Sam and Dean.

"If you'll excuse us, we need to go grab some supplies from our car. Amelia will stay here with you." Sam smiled and he and Dean rose from the couch. After we heard the front door close, a breeze blew through the room.

"She's coming." Michael cried, quietly.