Chapter 5

"…you see he was a short guy who was always picked on for being short. And he had the face that looked like a mouse." Abby had to stop there for the look on Dean's face was the greatest look of "what are you doing this is serious" on. She couldn't help but laugh.

Sam had know from the minute that she started to describe the man that she was just messing around and just smiled and laughed right along with her.

"Guys this is a serious thing here. Not a joking matter."

"Oh Dean, I was just trying to lighten of the mood here. You are too serious about this."

"Abby you better start telling the real story before Dean here has a cow."

"Right, right, so… the really story actually is about a Guy who live about thirty-five years ago in this town. His name was Jeffery Wood. He had a few mental problems and you didn't want to get him mad because he got violent. But you see one day a group of people just got him on the right day and got him angry. So he went home that night and planed for a way to kill these people. He bought a gun illegally and killed the four men that had gotten to him. The police arrested him and he was convicted. They sentenced him to death because he was in his right mind when he did it. He had waited like six weeks before he did it. So he had time to back out and he knew it was wrong. The day that he was put to death was when vowed to come back and kill anybody that was involved in the trial and the families of said people. Nobody took any thought to this until the first fire which was too the judge's daughters house. And following that fire there were three more. After that every five years four houses were set on fire. This year there has been two fires the one at Susan's house and one before that."

"And you believe it is his ghost that is doing this?" Sam asked

"Yeah, I thing he does it every five years to build up his power to accomplish his goal."

"Interesting" Dean said.

"So I guess we have to find where his body is buried in the graveyard and kill him." Dean stated

"Will that might be a problem right now because his grave is not in this town. You see he was sent to his home town which is like two hours away from here."

"Ok then we can go tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, right you know my mom made plans for us to go out together for the whole day she would not like you guys to not go because you have to go hunt. Remember she hates that you guys hunt."

"Well what are we suppose to do?" Dean asked frustration noted in his voice.

"Well you can go Monday; I have school then anyway, even though nobody except me to go I want to. And besides I don't think that it will matter that much, I mean it is always a week after when the attacks happen anyway."

"OK, we'll go Monday right Dean?"

"Fine" Dean replied clearly iterated by the fact that he had to wait to kill this evil bastard.

"Well we should get home before mom starts to worry."

"Yeah let's go." Sam said. So they all climbed down from the tree.

The sprit watched as the girl walked away from the tree with the two men. He thought on the revenge of the town. 'This family will be the victims' he thought to himself. He watched as the group got into the Impala and drove off. "I will not rest until the family of the judge is gone." He said out loud to himself. And he disappeared into the darkness of the woods.

Sam lay asleep on the one of the beds in the guest room, but he did not sleep peacefully. For nightmares plagued his dreams that night.

The fire started on the second floor. Sam watched his dream play out the death of his aunt and uncle. Then dream came down the stairs and he saw Abby. She was sitting on the couch trying to take in breaths as the smoke surrounded her. Sam watched as she blacked out from the lack of oxygen being supplied to her brain. The dream fast forwarded a little to the point where Sam watch his cousin burn.

"NO ABBY!" Sam sat up yelling; this waking up Dean.

"Sam you ok?" Dean asked turning on the light next to the bed and looked over at his brother.

Sam replied with "There is something Abby is not telling us."