Alright everyone, this is not a Supernatural fanfiction, but it's actually this short story I wrote for a contest in my L.A. class and I REALLY need some feedback. Don't worry, the next two Supernatural fanfictions are coming up soon, I just really wanted to post this. I am not sure if I will write a second part to this.
Abigail Turner walked home from school with her backpack slung over her shoulder, the sunlight danced on her curly blonde hair. She passed by a run-of-the-mill house, with a couple cop cars in front of it. Abigail looked over to this sight with her dark blue eyes and she let out a heavy sigh, another person gone missing. It was the 5th disappearance over the last two months, and the police still did not believe that all the missing victims were connected somehow. Abigail, however, knew that each individual had walked into the forest that surrounded the small town, and once they entered, they never came out.
Naturally, Abigail tried to tell this to the authorities, but they told her that she was just as obsessed as her Dad was. Eventually, Abigail arrived at her ordinary looking house; she kicked off her shoes and dumped her backpack onto the light brown wooden floor. Then she walked up the stairs, passed the dark brown mahogany door that was always locked, and she arrived into her bedroom.
Abigail plopped into her swirly white chair and turned on her black laptop. Then she went through some of the older towns newspapers and relooked at the missing people. The first person to go missing was a man named Frank O'Brien. A 36 year old man, whose wife had committed suicide many years ago, she went missing and the police eventually found her strung up in a motel room. Furthermore, Abigail hardly knew Frank, she lived in a small town in Kansas, so she had seen him around a few times, but he wasn't a very pleasant man to be around.
Despite the fact that now he was dead. (As well as many other people) Abigail had remembered hearing something similar to this about 15 years ago, just after she was born. Yes, now that she thought about it, many people had gone missing then too, her father told her so. She figured that this was where his obsession all started, and she was just following in his footsteps.
When Abigail snapped out of her trance, Calisto jumped onto her lap, and Abigail couldn't help but smile at the male feline. Calisto was given to Abigail 5 years ago when he was just a little kitten; he was a birthday present to her from her father. Calisto was jet-black with a birthmark of a silver crescent-moon shape on his thigh. Abigail brushed her hand down his silky smooth back, and he looked up at her with his forest-green eyes, while the crescent-moon tag on his collar jingled.
Abigail turned off her laptop and stood up from her white chair. Then she carried Calisto out of her room, her original plan was to go to the fridge and grab something to eat. Abigail figured that her mother was painting a gloomy picture of some sort, while her brother and sister were probably in after-school detention or possibly at the movies. Once Abigail snapped back into reality she walked out of her room but the dark brown ebony door made her stop dead in her tracks.
This hadn't been the first time that this had happened before. Abigail often wondered curiously what was in the mysterious room that her Dad always left locked. The lock of course was a number lock, and Abigail had tried every combination she had thought of. Then a thought popped into her head.
Every combination she had brought to mind, she had to think like her Dad. Calisto squirmed around in her arms. She had to think like her Dad... Calisto jumped out of her hold and he scampered away. She had to think like her Dad... Calisto came back a moment later, carrying some sort of small object. She had to-
Abigail looked over at Calisto and noticed the little object and she took it out of his mouth. It was a flashlight. No, a black light! Then an idea popped into Abigail's head and she turned on the black light. She directed it to the wall that surrounded the ebony door, and then she saw something on the wall.
It was the combination! 25803 shone in a fluorescent green light against the Carolina blue wall. Abigail couldn't help the little grin that spread across her face.
"Dad you sly dog." Abigail whispered to herself quietly.
Abigail punched in the number on the keypad, she saw the red light bulb shift to green and she swung open the mahogany door. She moved her hand around the corner of the doorway, searching for a light switch, but there was none. Then she told herself to think like her Dad and she felt her arm rise up and her fingers wrapped around a chain, then she pulled down and light flooded into the room.
Abigail gazed around the room in absolute amazement; there were papers and pictures everywhere! Some were hung up on the wall and some more were scattered messily onto the wooden floor. What else was attached to the wall was an array of daggers and various types of guns. Abigail walked deeper into the forbidden room, with excitement bubbling up inside her.
Calisto sauntered into the room and jumped onto a desk at the far end of the room. He started to lick his paw as Abigail stepped further into the forbidden room; she tried to avoid the papers that lay unmoving on the floor. When Abigail got over to the desk that Calisto was currently perched on, she took a closer look at the contents that lay on the antique desk. There were some silver bullets, a coffee mug that still had some coffee in it, (it looked about a month old) a tape recorder with a black tape still inside it, and a black and white picture of a lake (possibly a clipping from an old newspaper) with what looked like thick red marker ink that was circling around a cave-like island in the middle of the beautiful lake.
Abigail frowned and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, she recognized the lake in a heart-beat. In fact, there was a trail in her backyard that led to the soundless body of water. She often went to the shimmering light blue lake to ponder or to lose some steam. The lake was her favourite place to hang out, and she loved walking through the dark forest just to visit the lake.
In fact, now that she had thought about it, the people who had gone missing had gone into the direction towards the lake. Was that why her father had circled the cave that sat in the middle of the lake? But why did he do that? Could it be-
"Abigail Turner!" A voice thundered into the room. "What in God's name are you doing in here?"
An ice cold feeling traveled down Abigail's spine, she had to grab onto the desk to stop her from shuddering. Then Abigail's gaze traveled to the desk and she saw the tape recorder with a tape inside it, and she snatched it quickly and put it into her thin fall jacket pocket. When Abigail turned she saw her mother.
Cassandra Turner gave a stern cold look towards her daughter. Her eyes were dark blue like Abigail, but they didn't have as much life in them as Abigail's ocean blue eyes. Abigail's mother had dark purple circles around her eyes and they were puffy as well. This made Cassandra's icy look all the more intimidating. Her blonde hair was put into a very messy bun and she wore a white apron with blotches of different dark coloured paints.
"I was looking around." Abigail replied so quietly it was almost inaudible.
Abigail peered at a nail that stuck up from the hard floor, avoiding eye contact with her mother, she almost felt ashamed of what she had done. She had only been curious. Abigail could only imagine her father's face if he found out she had been in the room he forbade her not to go in. Then she felt a weight drop into the pit of her stomach.
Cassandra crossed her arms menacingly, "You know that your father was driven by all this. He has neglected us, his own family! And all for what? To find out what is happening in this town. And you and I both know how well that ended."
Abigail felt a low growl come up deep in her throat, "Yeah, well Dad's dead! He isn't coming back and I know that, do you?"
Cassandra clearly didn't want to believe Abigail and she shook her head, "There's the chance that your father could still be alive."
"Mom, it has been just over a month. I don't want to believe it either, but you've got to look at the facts, he's gone; lost in the system." Abigail replied, "But I'm going to find out what is taking these people, and I'm going to stop it."
The truth was; Abigail knew that whatever was taking these people wasn't normal, wasn't human. About a month ago, Abigail was awake one night; she was just getting a midnight snack. Until she saw her father, he was walking out of his peculiar prohibited room with a dazed look plastered onto his face. He looked like he was spellbound. He walked past Abigail, not even noticing her presence.
Abigail watched helplessly as her father wandered out of the house and into the backyard. Then he vanished into the dark forest. Abigail had clearly remembered the fog that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. The only reason why she hadn't followed her father was because she was too perplexed about what had just happened, but she went to bed, believing that he would be back at daybreak, but he wasn't.
"Are you even listening to yourself?" Abigail's mother inquired, her voice was unnaturally high, and at once Abigail snapped out of her trance. "These people are just going missing, no one is taking them, and especially not some sort of abomination like your father believed."
Abigail growled and she walked out of the room with frustration. She shouldered past her mother inflamed. She didn't want to listen to this, only because her mother had no clue of what was going on, just like everyone else in Lawrence, Kansas. Everyone thought that Abigail and her father were nine kinds of crazy.
"Where are you going?" Cassandra asked, although it sounded more like an order for Abigail to tell her where her daughter was headed.
Cassandra followed Abigail as she reached the door that led to the backyard. Abigail just set her slender hand onto the handle of the glass door; she didn't even look at her mother as she answered.
"Out," Abigail replied coldly.
Then Abigail stepped out into the bitter cool air. She walked through the dense forest and looked behind her. Her mother wasn't coming. Then Abigail reached the Maya blue coloured lake and she plopped herself onto a large boulder and she let out a heavy sigh. She played with the rocks and pebbles in front of her feet and then she remembered her father's tape recorder and she took it out of her pocket.
Abigail pressed the play button, and she was slightly startled to hear her father's husky voice. The aura that the tape recorder gave almost made it feel like her father was still alive. Though, Abigail knew better than to dwell on hopeless wishes.
"If someone hiss is listening to this hiss I am dead. Hiss I can hear her voice hiss pounding in my head. Hiss I can't say, someone might be listening. Hiss but the lake, the cave, she is there. Hiss the song she sings has the stench of hiss death." There was some strange hissing noise in the background, like an interference with the tape, but her father's voice never came back, and the tape was over.
A thought appeared into Abigail's head, could there possibly be some sort of message in the quaint hissing noises in the background of the tape? Could it just be too fast to hear it clearly? Abigail re-winded the message and she ran to the nearest library. When Abigail arrived at the library she slowed the message down and pressed the play button and listened immensely carefully.
It was a song, a song being sung by a woman. Naturally, the song wasn't in English, it was in some sort of different language that Abigail couldn't decipher. So Abigail started to toss books off the shelves and skimmed in desperation through them. Abigail searched the supernatural section of the library, but there was nothing that defined what Abigail was looking for.
So Abigail went to the language section instead. She skimmed through the titles and she found Latin. So Abigail searched through that, but sadly, the language she heard on the tape was not Latin. Abigail kept searching and searching until she found it, the language was Gaelic! The Celtic language that was native to Scotland.
Abigail hopped onto one of the library's computers and she typed in the search box: Scottish Monsters. She got a few websites, and she clicked on the first hit and read through a description that caught her eye. It was called a Bean Shidh, but well-known as a Banshee. The Scottish Folklore definitely fit what Abigail had just seen and heard.
According to the Folklore, the Bean Shidh would stoop by water and wash blood-stained clothes. Now the blood-stained clothes did not really fit much, but the water did, perhaps that was why her father had circled the lake! The Banshee must be hidden in the cave that was in the middle of the lake, it made absolute perfect sense!
After reading more about the Banshee, she started her conquest on how to destroy the Bean Shidh. Abigail searched and searched and finally she got some hard-core information. It was vulnerable to iron, but apparently it couldn't actually gank a Banshee, back to the lore. Eventually, she had found the answer: The song that the Banshee sings is what can ice a Banshee.
Abigail frowned at this however; she had appeared to have reached a complication. She didn't know the song by heart, so how could she sing it to the Banshee? Plus she didn't even know how to speak Gaelic; she lived in America for Christ's sake! Then Abigail glanced over to a clock on the wall and saw it was 11:45 PM; she was out way past her curfew.
So, Abigail walked home in defeat. When she arrived at her house she snuck into her bedroom and hoped that her mother or siblings hadn't noticed she was gone. Then again, it wasn't like Abigail really cared what they did to her. When Abigail walked into her room she got into her bed, she was too worn out from researching to even change into her pyjamas.
Abigail closed her eyes, and about 15 minutes later she awoke. She heard some sort of noise, so she sat up straight in her bed and looked at her clock which read: 12:00. It was midnight already. Then Abigail searched around her room, trying to find out the source of the noise. Then Abigail located the source of the noise, it was her radio. Strange, she didn't think her siblings would sneak into the room just to turn it on. Plus the song sounded like gibberish. No wait, it sounded like... Gaelic!
Abigail's eyes widened and she shot out of her bed in a swift movement, then she unplugged her radio, but the song just kept playing. Immediately, Abigail knew what she had to do. She zipped up her fall jacket and ran out of her room, into her backyard, through the thick forest, and towards the lake.
The lake was beautiful at night; Abigail had never seen it when there was no sunlight. But the moon and stars seemed to dance in the reflection of the deep blue water. The shimmering lake was something she would have rather wanted to see when she wasn't about to die by a monster.
When Abigail arrived at the body of water she peered around and saw a ramshackle of a boat, she felt scarcely uneasy. However, she got in, even though every fibre in her body was telling her to run away. Then she started to hear the Banshee's song in her head, but she tried to ignore it and she rowed the boat towards the cave, fog started to form overtop of the water.
Not even a minute later, Abigail jumped out of the ancient boat and dashed into the cave. She half-wished she brought a flashlight with her, but she walked into the dark cave anyways. Then she realized that she didn't need a flashlight. There was a hole in the top of the cave that brought light through it, which hit a pool of water that was right under the opening that pointed towards the sky.
Abigail saw only the moon's reflection in the pool of water, but she didn't see a Banshee. Fear started to course through Abigail. What if this wasn't where the Banshee was? What if the Banshee was somewhere else? She was doomed!
Then Abigail heard a mysterious voice. It was the Gaelic song, but this time it wasn't in Abigail's head. Then a body appeared from the shadows, and Abigail was staring right into the Banshee's green eyes, which matched with the green tunic that the woman was wearing.
The Banshee clearly believed she had Abigail cornered, because a smirk grew on the Banshee's face as she continued to vocalize. Abigail thought so as well, until she took an object out of her pocket, it was the tape recorder.
"Hey, I've got a song for you missy, listen to this!" Abigail yelled. Then she smirked and she pressed the play button, and the Banshee's own song that she sang to her victims to lure to their death's echoed around the walls of the cave.
Abigail watched as the Banshee screamed loudly. She had to cover her ears as she watched the Banshee wail and flail until she vanished into the mist. The Banshee was gone now, and Abigail walked over to where the body should have been, but of course there was no body. Then Abigail couldn't help but smile, she had saved many mortal's lives, as well as her own.
Then Abigail felt something that she hadn't before, she felt like she didn't know what to do. The Banshee was gone, her revenge was complete, but what was she to do now? She had pondered this for a while, but she walked home, feeling emptiness in her heart.
When Abigail strode into her house she headed to her room. But she felt a compelling force telling her to check on her siblings. So she obeyed, and when she reached her older sister's bedroom, she opened the door a crack, and when she peered through she saw nothing. Abigail frowned deeply but she walked over to her younger brother's room as well, and it was the same, nothing.
Then Abigail rushed frantically into her brother's room and searched around for a clue that her brother had been in his room. When Abigail walked to the window she saw some sort of yellow power on the windowsill, Abigail put two of her fingers onto the powder and she sniffed it. The powder reeked, but she figured out that the powder was... sulphur?
Then a thought crept into Abigail's head, her mother. Abigail didn't even feel her legs moving as she sprinted into her mother's bedroom, but she saw her mother just standing in one spot, looking at the red wall of her bedroom.
"Mom, Chantal and Julian are missing!" Abigail exclaimed.
Then her mother turned around, but something was different about her. She was actually smiling, a smile that Abigail did not like at all, but what stood out the most was Cassandra's eyes. They were entirely black.
To be continued...?
