CHAPIE 8! Sorry it's been so long? I'll try my best to update more, but I've been volunteering at this art camp and hadn't gotten ANY ideas yet. Finally, coming up with some ideas (thanks to all my imaginative eight year old campers and the haunted house that we use as a camp thumbs up!) for the eighth chapter! And thank you for all your comments, I really REALLY appreciate them. Even if some might have been sarcastic.(Quote from my "dear" sister )


Chapter 8-

"Where is he?" Emma paced the living room impatiently.

Merano had promised to be back soon. What type of mission could hold him back? Emma hoped it wasn't anything…fatal.

Bella, Sam and (sort of) Dean tried to calm her down. Bella suggested that it might be traffic holding him up. But Emma knew that even in traffic, Merano wouldn't be held up. He would just pull a wheelie and ride on top of the cars.

She grew more and more anxious with every second that ticked by on the stupid old clock.

Tick, tock, tic, tock, tick, tock, tic, tock, tic, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick-

"Some break that bloody clock!" Emma finally shouted, waving a quivering finger at the innocent ticking clock.

"Calm down Emma Leigh… here, have some liquor." Dean tossed a bottle of beer her way.

"So you give her alcohol?" Sam raised his eyebrow.

"Sure!" Dean shrugged. "I drank when I was sixteen."

"Well than can I have a Smirnoff?" I asked.

"But I wasn't picky" Dean said, pointing at Emma with a stern look.

"Sure… "You call this a beer? You need to freeze them. This ain't no beer! And while you're at it, make it a Buds light, strong too."' Emma quoted Dean's teen years.

"Well there isn't a beer in the world that isn't served cold."

Emma took a swig at the bitter liquid and it instantly made her calm down, but made her thoughts jumbled. Jumbled thoughts of Merano.

"WHERE IS HE!" Emma shouted again.

"Yeah bro. Nice calming techniques." Sam smirked.

"Now Sammy, not all techniques work. There are different people in the world…"

"Uh hunh…"

Bella stood up as the phone rang, but Emma beat her to it.

"Hello? Merano where have you-" Emma paused. She grabbed the location detector and snapped it onto the phone line. "Merano? Where on you?"

After five minutes, Emma hung up quickly and unsnapped the detector and re-snapped it onto the laptop. After the scanning, Emma finally found the location.

"He's in…a house?" Dean said; a little chuckling involved.

"Yeah…well I'm going!" Emma unplugged the laptop, (much to Sam's disapproval) and grabbed her jacket.

"Hey! Not without us!"

Sam looked into the information more clearly; he opened his mouth to say something but closed it, but then opened it again.

"What?" Emma asked, looking in the rear view mirror. She was driving.

"Well I'm still scared of your driving skills, especially when you're in a hurry.-"

"Or in a rage, frenzy, pissed off, giddy, grounded," Dean listed.

"And," Sam spoke over Dean "that Merano is in Canada."

Emma stomped on the breaks and turned to look at him. She started to drive again, but she was still starring at Sam.

"Canada!"

"Eyes on the road! And yes! He's in Canada, Toronto, Scarborough."

Sam narrowed it down to even the street name. Dean looked at the two. This is going to take DAYS! Canada? What the heck is this bloke thinking? Is he an international worker or something?


Merano cursed at his bad luck. His cell phone had died on his call to Emma. Plus that his bill would soon be in major debt. Also, he was trapped in a closet. This is some fucked up paranormal activity in this house… Merano looked around in the closet. It actually had stairs, but it led to no where but a window. He pushed aside the art aisles and walked up the stairs. The window looked old. Hmm, no renovation in this place? Merano looked into the reflection on the window; it was of an old man. This place is fucked up! An old man, ghost, has locked me into a closet, with stairs that lead to NO WHERE! Some how this sounds wrong… Suddenly, the door moved open and a tall lady kind of shrieked as Merano said "Hello".

"What are you doing in Nelly's closet?" She questioned.

"Nelly? Is that the ghost?"

"Oh, so you've heard of the ghost."

"Um, not really."

The lady led him to an empty room. Merano's head accidentally hit the low chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It swung dangerously.

"Careful! That's a relic!" She waved her arms to stable it. "This is a really old house sir. You have to be careful! Now, are you here for the art display? 'Cause if you are than you're on the wrong time. We open every Thursday at five o'clock. Then you can see the children's creations."

"Excuse me?" Merano looked around. The old house did look kind of those old history house museums.

"We host an art camp here. If you come back tomorrow, I'm sure the children would have pleasure talking about the ghost and their many experiences."

She gestured for him to go but he stood ground.

"Can YOU tell me the story? I made a promise to my girlfriend that I'd go home as soon as I can."

"Then shouldn't you go now?"

"No, I need this information. I live in the U.S."

"Oh. Well okay. Well this how it goes. The original owner of this house had been bankrupt. To make his debt go away, he tried to fake a burglary by shooting himself in the leg. His plan would've worked, IF he remembered that all his servants had gone away to visit family or something like that. So he bled to death."

"So…that's the story?" Merano thought this case more and more stupid.

The tall lady nodded and gestured for Merano to go. Well THAT was stupid. I could've been smooching Emma right now while dodging Dean's shoes!

He clambered into his car and drove to the nearest motel. It smelled and wreaked of lard.


"See! Wasn't taking a plane so much faster?" Sam gloated.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah… You just didn't want me to drive."

"Partly."

Dean got a rental car and let Sam to drive. He had problems with flying, especially with the pilot case. Finally reaching destination B, we got out and scrutinized the innocent looking house.

Sam ran his palm over the sign.

Cedar Ridge.

Welcome!

"It doesn't look so evil to me…" Sam said in a bored voice.

"Are you blind?" Dean spoke up, "It's so cheery! "Welcome!" It has to be evil…"

"Okay I don't care if Merano was stuck in a gingerbread house, let's just go find him 'Kay!"

Emma stormed into Cedar Ridge and looked around. It really didn't look so bad. Except all the portraits hanging on the wall. They looked so surreal.

Emma turned the corner and found a door. She opened it and peered inside. There was a staircase leading up to a window. She signaled for Sam and Dean to come with her.

Slam!

They were locked inside!

"Come on! This staircase doesn't even lead to ANYWHERE!" Emma shouted.

The trio sat down on the stairs looking around. Cobwebs hung every where. Dean looked up as the closet door opened.

"Hey Emma! Your mouth might actually get us out of here, talk more gibberish!"

"Shut up Dean! I mean it! This staircase DOES NOT leads anywhere."

The door opened and a tall lady peered in.

"I thought I told you to- Oh hi, I thought you were this guy. He was stuck in the closet too!" A tall lady appeared, holding a stack of folders.

"Do you know where this closet guy went?" Dean asked, thinking that the question sounded weird.

"Is he a criminal?" The lady asked, looking worried.

"No, his girlfriend misses him." Dean said in his baby voice.

"Shut up Dean!" Emma punched him.

"Hey watch the language and no violence!"

Stupid camp teacher…never liked them…All three of them thought.

"Well! He sure did miss you too dear. But he left half an hour ago."

"See! Evil house! Anything cheery on a sign is bad. It just sucks in the suckers. And WE just became the suckers! See how she treated us like kids?" Dean waved his arms.

"Never liked counselors…" Sam and Emma said in unison.

They climbed into the car and started the engine.

"Let's go find Merano; I want to kick his butt." Emma said.

"Hey, hey, hey! It's ass!" Dean corrected. Mimicking the tall lady. "We only use "proper" Windchester language."


Well that's it for now. I think I made the characters out of character. But I hope I made it interesting! I did it in a rush, so please keep reading. I'll try my best to improve it!