Hey guys! So this is the FINAL CHAPTER to this series. I would like to thank everyone who has stuck with me through this story! I really only had the Kenz story to improve my writing skills and I think it has done it's job.

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Chapter 14 - 16 Years Later

Kenzie's P.O.V.

"Abigail June!" I called. We were hunting what we assumed to be a poltergeist in an abandoned house from the 50's. The only people that had been in the house in the last twenty years were homeless people and kids on dares.

When I was a kid the way it worked is when you hear that there is a haunted house, or something along those lines, you STAYED AWAY. You didn't go 'oh, I'm going to be a dumbass and go spend the night in a house where people disappear' no, things like that just didn't happen. But I'm not a kid anymore and this is the year 2020 and teens pretty much rule the world at this point.

I was now running through the old house. As I ran the old wooden floor creaked beneath my feet. I ran around frantically, looking for my daughter, Abigail. She was nowhere to be seen. Dean came running into the room I was currently in Sam was hot on his tail.

"Kenzie, it's got Abigail. They're in the attic," Dean said a little out of breath. He's getting old. He grabbed my hand and we all took off running up the creaky stairs and into one of the bedrooms that still had all of its furniture.

We were frantically trying to open the attic door but it wouldn't budge. "Sam, go get the ax from the car." Dean instructed, tossing Sam the keys. After all these years Dean was still the leader of all of us. Though, Dean didn't have his beloved Impala anymore. One day it broke down and they discontinued the line of parts he needed to make it run again.

Sam appeared back into the room, ax in hand. He hopped onto the bed to get a little extra height and started hacking at the ceiling where the attic door was located. After about three whacks there was a blood curdling scream that filled the air. Every time Sam took a swing there was a scream from my daughter. Sam stopped swinging when he realized what was happening and hopped off the bed.

"We can't just not do something!" I screamed at my brothers. I knew by the saddened expressions on both of their faces that they could hear the pain in my voice. "Do something!" I screamed at Dean. It only made his expression of sadness turn to one of anger.

"I can't!" he retorted. I thought I was going to fall apart right there. "If we do anything it will only hurt her more...or worst." he said his voice full of regret at that last part.

"I can't just sit here while that thing kills my only daughter!" I was crying now. Tears fell freely from my eyes and down my cheeks where they fell from my jaw line and onto the wooden floorboards and my boots. I knew my sudden burst of sadness was overtaking my features and I was filling the room with it, but I didn't care. It wasn't until that moment that I finally understood everything my father had ever done in his life, to protect and watch out for his kids.

"Kenz," Sam said, standing up from the place he had taken up on the old squeaky bed. "Abigail's one of the best hunters I know. She may even be better than dad ever was." More tears made their way down my face. I knew he was right and I knew that if anyone could make their way out of this situation alive it would be my tough Abigail.

Abigail's P.O.V.

"You're not a poltergeist," I realized as a figure materialized in front of me. Ghost. It was a guy who seemed to be in his mid-twenties. He looked royally pissed about something. He looked like one of those people that was just born mad.

"No, I'm not," he confirmed taking a small step forwards. "However, you look almost just like the girl that came into my home and murdered my family." He took another step towards me and this time I took a step back. Readying myself to jump through the attic door and land on the bed below I turned around when suddenly the door slammed shut eliminating all light as it closed. As it slammed shut I saw Uncle Dean's shocked face and heard the cry of him calling my name after it slammed shut.

"Uncle Dean!" I screamed. "Uncle Dean, get me out of here!" I was pounding on the door, trying to get it to fall open but it didn't move. I wasn't sure if he could hear me or not because that son of a bitch slammed me into a wall, knocking me unconscious.

I woke up on the floor and my watch told me it had only been three minutes. The ghost was busing himself with lighting candles around the room and for the first time since the door was shut I could see.

There was a lot of clutter that lined the attic floor. It was everywhere along with unpacked boxes that were stacked to the ceiling in tree of the four corners. There was one corner that was out of my line of vision but I didn't see any boxes. That's where the ghost was. He was leaning over something in the empty corner and muttering something I couldn't hear and I couldn't help but think oh god, please don't let this be some dead warlock or witch or whatever he liked to be called. I've dealt with one of those before and let's just say that it ended with me getting sixteen stitches on my back, Uncle Dean with a dislocated shoulder, mom with a stab wound and Uncle Sam with four broken fingers and a crushed lung. Yeah, not our best moment.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when there was a banging noise on the attic door. Someone was using an ax to try and break through. I knew I was right and the guy's ghost quickly figured out what was going on too.

"You're not going to ever see your family again," it taunted me as it wrapped a hand around my throat. "You're going to die, right here!" oh shit, I thought as its hand ripped a hole through my chest and it started squeezing the air out of my lungs. I cried out in pain with what little air I had left as pain once again shot through my body. There was now a gaping hole that blood was seeping out of at a rate too quick for my body to keep up with.

As the hacking at the ceiling continued so did the pain. Somehow, without touching me, he was slicing my chest open. I already have a giant hole in my chest, did it really have to cut me open too?

"You just won't die, will you?" he seethed.

I managed a very weak "No." But by then my attacker became distracted by something. I swear, some of these things are like a million years old and they are easier to distract then a two year old. When he moved I realized that the thing in the corner of the room was his bones.

I knew I was too weak to walk over so I did my best to drag myself over. I didn't have any salt or lighter fluid with me but I had my lighter and I couldn't help but hope that was good enough.

When I finally reached the corner I pulled out my lighter and flicked it on. I was just about to toss it on the rotting bones when pain once again shot through my body. I looked back into the eyes of the ghost and knew that he had just stabbed me in the back...literally. I dropped my lighter on the pile of bones and that's the last thing I remember before the spirit went up in flames and everything became black.

Alright so I know it's a short chapter and I'm sorry for that but let me know what you think! And I totally understand if you hate me for this last chapter. Review!

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