I felt like I was floating around within clouds of mist, my hair billowing in the breeze. My restless mind kept conjuring up weird images and sounds that made no sense. Sounds and voices I swear I had heard before, yet my memory failed to recall any trace of recollection.

I could sense a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. This marks the start of my weird behavior again. I'm aware that I go off into my own world whenever this happens, but within my special, private world I get the feeling of peace and security.

It'll be something I can tell a stressed out psychiatrist when I'm dragged kicking and screaming into to a lunatic ward. Episodes like this are a common thing with me, making me even more of a freak. Suddenly, my peaceful daydreaming was disturbed by my Dad and brother.

"What the hell?!" I complained, as I brushed off grains of salt from my clothes. I glared up at my brother, whom was the culprit of the salt throwing. "What's with the salt? I'm not possessed!"

It's true, whenever I go into my weird mode, I tend to have salt thrown on me. It's like my family thinks my head is gonna start rotating like the kid from the Exorcist. Sheesh.

"I'm freakin' tired, that's why. I thought of the only thing to snap you out of that," Dean explained. "It worked though."

I shrugged off the incident, like I've always done in the past. As the journey continued, I could feel my eyes becoming heavier with each blink.

"We have about a three hour ride still since we lost so much time. You can rest on my shoulder," suggested Dad, gazing down at me whilst putting an arm around me. "Sleeping maybe impossible since we'll be off on the road soon and we're gonna bounce around quiet a lot."

My brother took the opportunity to throw in a witty and yet dumb remark.

"Nah, I'm good." Dean commented with a smirk. "Besides I'm the driver of this ugly ass truck."

Dad glared at my brother, a glimmer of humor in his eyes. He nudged Dean playfully, choosing to ignore the idiot's taste of humor. The car ride continued, and it was long and very bumpy, making it impossible to get comfortable. My eyes were becoming so heavy, and it seemed like I was almost drifting off into my mind again.

At one point, the road was so bumpy, Dean and I accidentally smacked our heads together, making us both grouchy.

"Damn, you have a hard-ass melon!" Dean growled, as he rubbed his head. "That hurt my brain!"

I narrowed my eyes up at him and scoffed, whilst rubbing my own damaged skull.

"I doubt you even developed one," I commented with a grunt, shoving him moodily. "Even if you do have one, the tiniest peanut in the universe would be bigger than it."

Man, I wanted to cry because I was so tired. I get real cranky when I'm tired, and apparently I've been that way ever since I was born. Several more long hours passed, and I still was restless. Dammit! I had been resting my head on her father's thigh, creating a pillow like effect. The hunt was still going ahead.

"Okay, we should be there in about twenty minutes," declared Dad, as he cleared his throat, establishing a strong authority in his voice. "I'll go inside and meet with Jerry, then get him and his family out, while you guys bring in the equipment needed. Please, make sure you keep everything dry. We'll set up in the living room."

My brother nodded obediently. The same brother would was fighting with the drill sergeant several days previous. Dad musta kicked his ass back into submission, because my brother was once again a solider who followed orders without question.

"Daddy?" I asked, my voice coming out in a childlike croak. "What will I do? I'm so tired."

Dad stroked my hair, as if I had morphed into a tiny kitten, which was snuggling against his leg.

"You'll help your brother set up and then you'll be in charge of the monitors," he stated, gazing down at me. "You need to stay sharp and watch for any slight movement. Maybe you can get a soda or a cup of coffee to keep ya awake."

I rubbed my eyes before pinching the bridge of my nose. Boy, I could sleep for a month. Dad frowned, and at some point I could hear the cogs and wheels inside his head turning.

"I guess you could sleep it off here in the truck, if you don't think you're physically up to it. It's gonna be very dangerous, since it's a poltergeist we are dealing with," suggested Dad, as he stroked my hair in a thoughtful manner. "Hmm, maybe, you're getting sick and that's why Dean had a hard time getting you up this morning."

No. I was just moody this morning, since I was near enough woken at the crack of freakin' dawn. Even though I was scared and worried about my first hunt, I wasn't gonna back away from it. Nothing or nobody would dare get in my way in achieving a goal that I was aiming for.

"You would just leave me?" I remarked, gazing up at my father with my best puppy dog expression. "Alone? Again?"

Being mollycoddled all my life has had some side effects. Separation anxiety is the main problem. When I was very little I hated being left alone for a single second, and I would cry non stop until a family member returned. Now, at eleven years old I still had some issues with being left alone. If I can outgrow a pacifier then I could outgrow my separation fear. Pfft, let's just see how that turns out. Failure, by my standards.

"We'll be right inside the house, but I really don't want too," Dad admitted truthfully. "I would rather have you watching our backs, but if you're too tired, then yeah."

I sighed heavily as I sat up, my focus soon returning to my grey faced Dad. Watching monitors, talk about fun. Not. I'm as tough as old boots as Bobby would often state, and it's true. I tackled a first grader when I was in kindergarten for God sake. Watching monitors?! To hell with that, I wanna wield a crowbar and beat up a ghost.

"I'm not weak" I commented, my expression deadpan.

It was Dad's turn to sigh as he cupped the side of my head, his eyes staring deeply into mine.

"I never said or thought you were," Dad replied. He then sighed again as he studied my expression. "Listen, we're all cranky and hopefully this will be over in a few hours, then we will head out somewhere special. I tell you what, if you promise to be careful, then I'll let you scan about upstairs with Dean will I watch the monitors."

My puppy eyes worked on my father, yet again. But, since I'm getting older the trick is beginning to go stale. Better use the ability while I still can. Before long, we had reached our location and soon me and my brother were scoping about upstairs. Iron crowbars at the ready in case of attack from the poltergeist.

From what I had gathered from the research, the spirit was named Bernard Kazinski. Kazinski was somewhat drawn the home owner's elderly mother, and the explanation of the haunting was complex. It had something to do with the old lady going off to marry another man while she was dating to Kazinski back in the late 1940s. Things reached a climax when the old lady was almost killed by Kazinski, yet Kazinski took his own life by blasting a shotgun right in his face. The whole story is very Days of Our Lives.

My whole life feels like Days of Our Lives sometimes. I hate soap operas, there so stupid. The don't hold a candle to great TV shows like SpongeBob SquarePants; Pokemon, Dark Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Remember how I once said that Dean has a TV twin, since the characters Ben and Alec from Dark Angel look like him. Well, I swear I saw the same guy on Days of Our Lives a few years ago.

As I entered the elderly woman's bedroom, which smelt like lavender and had a tint of cat scent about it, the air became freezing cold. I rushed to the window sill and poured salt along the edges. When Dean examined this room, he said the EMF was going crazy.

The hairs at the back of my neck stood on edge as a chilling shiver went down my spine.

"I'll kill you!" uttered a ghostly voice.

This caused me to drop the salt and brandish my crowbar. My eyes swiveled around the room, my ears sharp and ready to pick up the slightest sound. Cautiously, I moved towards the door. With one swift movement with my left hand, I tugged the tongue of my baseball to the side, signaling me going into fighting mode.

"I'll kill you!" repeated the gravely voice.

I spun around as the voice was right in my ear. What I saw horrified me, and caused me to scream. It was the disfigured spirit of Kazinski. His facial features horribly distorted due to the shotgun blast to the face; his eyes and hands dripping with scarlet blood.

My screams had alerted Dean in the next room. I could hear the thudding of his boots as he raced to my rescue. The door suddenly slammed in my brother's face.

"Chrissie!" he yelled, before he started to kick the door with all his might. "Chrissie!"

No matter how much I yanked and pushed at the door knob, I was trapped in some old lady's room with a ghost. Hooray!

"Dean!" I shouted, taking a swipe at the attacking ghost with my iron crowbar. "Dean, it's in here!"

My brother cursed like a trooper as I continued to deliver swipes at the poltergeist. Suddenly, my crowbar was wrenched from my hands as I was then hurled across the room.

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed. "Dean! Casper's beating me up! What do I do now?!"

I grimaced in pain as my back collided with the dry wall. Dean continued to kick at the door, desperate to get into the room. Dad's voice then sounded from behind the door. Both pounded on the door with all their combined strength. My baseball cap had fluttered to the ground since it came off my head due to the attack.

As I was tossed across the other side of the room, my Dad and brother burst into the room. My father was holding an axe in his hands, since he hacked half the door off.

"He's trying to teach me how to fly!" I yelped. My limbs thrashed around as I tried to break free from the force that the poltergeist was using against me. I was slammed into the dry wall once again, this time getting smacked in the face instead of my back. "Owwwwwww!"

Dad fumbled around with his lighter and an old black and white photograph of Kazinski and the old lady that lived here.

"Hey, you son of a bitch! Come and get me!" taunted Dean, as he was trying to distract the poltergeist. "Sure, its freakin' easy to attack a little girl, but are you man enough to try that shit on me!? C'mon, already! C'mon! I double-dare you!"

Without warning, the spirit dropped me from it's clutches. From the way it kept tossing me around, I think it was trying to send me flying out the window. It's howled as it lunged for my big brother. My brother ready with his own iron crowbar. The bedside table zoomed into view as I plummeted to the ground. I slammed my forehead on the corner of the medium sized table, causing me to land and bounce on the bed. With a squeal of pain, I landed heavily onto the carpet. The fresh gash on my forehead stung instantly on impact.

I gazed up on hearing the poltergeist wail. Dad had finally set the photograph alight, destroying the last trace of DNA and memory of Bernard Kazinski. The spirit went up in flames with one final roar of outrage.

My Dad and brother immediately rushed to my side. I lifted my head and let out a groan.

"I just got my ass kicked, by a freakin' ghost!" I grumbled, before adding sarcastically. "I'm fabulous."

Blood was trickling down my forehead, since I completely face planted the bedside table.

"Let me see that" said Dad, taking my face in his hands as he inspected the damage. "Well, you're gonna need stitches, but it shouldn't leave a scar. You did good, baby. I'm proud of you."

Huh? Me getting tossed around like a Frisbee was good? Really?! Then again, I did distract the ghost for a period of time, while my Dad and brother were trying to destroy it. So in a pretty messed up way, I did help to a certain degree.

As Dad stitched me up, I couldn't stop thinking about one thing. I had just completed my first hunt. I was now on the pathway to becoming a badass.

Thanks again to kissacazador for her huge help with this part of the Chris story.

Also, sorry for the delay with updates. I've started college again and I'm juggling alot at the moment. But, I'm faithful to the stories and to the characters, and to the readers of course. I will try my best to update as regular as I can.

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