Deana: Ok! Ok! I know I took ages to update and I send my sincere apologies.

Samantha: Which is a rare thing.

Deana: I feel I owe it to the world and our reviewers, they are so good and I'm slack…

Samantha: Yes, you obviously didn't get enough reviews to motivate you to work faster! You're so mean: I've only gotten 6 reviews on Unspoken Words -sniff sniff-

Deana: More reviews, more updates, faster updates…ok good, now read, enjoy, think about it…but most importantly REVIEW!

Chapter Nine: The Code

Dean's PoV

I felt something grab the back of my head and I was forced to the ground. "You know it's not nice to come into our room without invitation?" I said she drew me back, away from Sam, smashing straight through the wooden door.

Some ghosts, you have to wonder if they ever had manners in their lives. They seem to have this code: Break and Enter, throw any resistance into wall, laugh evilly, and leave.

It's the same every time, no matter how smart they think they are. I mean hello? Weren't they once human? Don't they remember forgiveness?

I guess that's another part of the code: Forget all emotion. I remember once when I asked dad why ghosts laugh. He told me they were evil and insane.

Now I think about that, I wonder if they are actually insane or just following the code. I mean I can see it know, Ghost Cadet School.

Is that human emotion I detect? Then the evil spirits to be would be like. Sir, no, sir! Man, I'd love to see that...

Well actually I'm not sure I would, it might creep me out a bit. Or maybe it's the ones who fail who made their own code? All the rejects are coming to kill us so we can join their armies of dropout spirits.

Either way you look at it, they're messed up, and either way I look at it, Emily's gonna kill me. But then again, she doesn't know I have a .45 in my pocket. Damn, it's not loaded!

Sam's PoV

Emily appeared behind Dean, grabbing his head and forcing him out of the door, or rather through it. I think he might have a concussion because once again he's smiling at something.

Sometimes I wonder if he's had too many hits to the head, in fact, I wonder about that regularly. I was thinking it when Emily threw him into a wall too.

I grabbed a gun, the closest one there was, double checked it was loaded and raced after Dean. Silently begging him to notice the fact that his gun is unloaded.

Then they vanished. A swirl of dust hovering where my brother was being pulled a second ago.

"DEAN?" I call.

The silence is engulfing, even my panting breaths that were so loud a moment ago are less than a whisper on the breeze.

Ok, breath Sam, focus. A voice in my head is telling me, if I was a psycho manic who just kidnapped a guy in his twenties where would I go?

The answer doesn't jump out at meI silently curse Dean and his protective nature, trust him to vanish without leaving clues so there is no possible way I can get hurt while trying to rescue him.

Silently I turn and head back to the house, intent on having one last look at the journal as I check out a map of the town and try to pinpoint a few locations.

But even before I got to the door I pause, listening.

A pain filled scream broke the silence...

Followed by cursing...

Then the silence returned...

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Deana: There it is ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages!

Samantha:What are you doing? Training to be in the circus? What happened to all the grand plans?

Deana: Maybe I should run away and joint the circus but if people review I'll be nice and stay here and write and update!

Samantha: I don't think I could live here if she ran away, don't let her? -Puppy dog eyes-

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