Chapter 25

Bottom of the River (Pt two out of five)

"Dean. Do we really need all of us to go?" Delia asked. "Three feds is a bit much, doncha think?"

"Sammy can stay and do research." Dean replied when he was getting his tie on.

"I love you. Really I do." The engagement ring glittered in the sunlight. "But what'll happen is we'll end up fucking in the car and not end up talking to the kids friends."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

Delia just raised her eyebrows.

They had been in Salem for almost a day. The fourteen hour car ride consisted of a debate Between Delia and Sam as to which was better: Unicorns or Pegasus's. (unicorns won. Lia and Sam might've been a little drunk.)

Sam came into the main room and said "Dean. I think that you can survive researching a river."

"So like, he was just so fucking pale, Mr. He was choking and shit when we came back."

Sam and Delia were talking with Hunter, one of the friends who saw the kid, Alex drown on land.

"So then, Christopher was like: 'I'll do CPR', but it didn't work! It was crazy. When Christopher said "Guys call the cops. I think he's dead" Blair broke down. We were like, "Dude, it's okay. Maybe he isn't" and he was like "but what if he is!" They had been best friends since they were fetuses.

Right after that he went pale. We were like "What's up?" and he was all like "I saw a lady. A youngish lady wearing old lady clothes, but then she disappeared.""

"Did he say anything else?" Sam asked.

"He said her hands were tied behind her back. Kinky." Hunter chuckled.

Delia pressed her lips together. "She was near the river, right?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask..?"

"Curious, that's all."

Sam and Delia got up, and Hunter showed them the door.

Delia slid down the iron railing, and Sam just told her that she was going to crack her skull in half.

"It's most definitely a bitchy spirit, Sam. With the kid dying by a river, her hands tied up, the place and probably the time she died."

"I just hope that she's 110% buried. I don't want to go swimming."

Dean had passed out. He had a book on his chest, an open laptop to his left, and a bottle of whiskey to his right.

The dilapidated door opened fast. Delia walked in with a huff, and Sam slammed the door.

"Dean!" Sam almost yelled.

He woke up, realized that he got no research done, started to apologize, until Delia stopped him.

"They left her at the bottom of the motherfucking river. Pop called me, said he looked up witch drownings in Salem. They were very uncommon. Water trials usually were in Europe. Theory was, if they floated, they were a witch and they were to be burned or hung. If they drowned; whoops. We just drowned some innocent girl."

"If it was uncommon, why did it happen here?" Dean asked.

"The people who accused her of being a witch were from Europe. Wanted it done their way."

"But was the theory true?"

"No. Some witches did drown, and some innocent girls were able to swim. Pop said he had a book of all the witch trials that happened, and it said whether they were a witch or not. The girl's name was Nancy Davies. She was 16 years old, and not a witch. She was supposed to get married."

"She's probably killing people because she was innocent." Sam mumbled.

"And boys, we're going swimming tonight."

Iknowthatihaventupdatedinforeverpleasedon'tkillme.

I get out of school on Wednesday, so I should be able to update a bit more, but no promises, imma be busy as hell for most of the summer.

Anyways, hope you like this little thing. It might not end up being 5 parts. This is going differently than I planed...

also if you could review and shit that would make my day

Marnie

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